tacitae per amica silentia lunae: admist the friendly silence of the soundless moonlight

I am weary, and I a stranger,

Lead me to the land of angels.

Be my eyes in time of darkness,

Be my shield against host of faery,

Be my wings till I find my home.

Taken from Stone Maiden by Susan King

Friday, May 06, 2005

Ok, all SYFs finally over! CO got a gold, but it was all so sad...and irritating, especially when some UN-NAMED school kept making jibes at us. Anyway, it was fun being with my section, so fun, that I'm going to play for concert! Yay!

Hmm, got this off my cousin's blog:

DeF!na+Ion oF trUe ("V") be+WeeN a coUpLe :

- TruE luV !s weN dA 1 da+ u luV haS d()ne sumTh wrOng n Has donE da tuP!deSt miS+akE on eaR+h buT u'Re s+!lL abLe 2 4gIf deM n wIlLiNg 2 staRt anEw .. -

- loVe iSh nT hw u4gt..buT hW u 4giF..nT hw u l!sten ..buT hW u unDers+and .. noT waT u c ..buT hw u feEL .. n nT hW u le+ gO ..buT hw u HoLd oN -

If you can't read that it means that you are as outdated on internet lingo as I am..haha. But seriously...when you finally decipher it...it does make SOME sense, but isn't it nicer not to be hurt at all? Though some people say it means that you haven't really learned to love, and so on...blah blah blah..

Suddenly I'm swamped by a lot of this "thinking" forwarded messages...maybe I'll post them each day. Perhaps they just show how bored I am....mother's day is coming!

michelle
8:15 AM

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And now I will show you the most excellent way:
If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy
and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love,
I am nothing.

If I give up all I possess,
and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love,
I gain nothing.

Love is patient; love is kind;
it does not envy; it does not boast; it is not proud.
It is not rude; it is not self-seeking;
it is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,
they will pass away; where there are tongues,
they will be stilled; where there is knowledge,
it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes,
the imperfect disappears.

When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

Now we see but a poor reflection,
then we shall see face to face.

Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain:

faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is love.

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