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

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Hello, I'm back from CO camp and a very nice slack monday...going to school to see Miss Chew about composition with Clara later....hopefully everything will be ok.

Are you sure you saw me on saturday?! Because I really didn't see you at all....hmm..and the only MRT stations I went to were Kallang and Changi Airport...anyway..it was supposed to be this amazing race thing, and my group came in last because they were too lazy to run..haha. On the whole quite a nice camp, although I am relieved to be able not to translate my words into Chinese in my head before saying them..haha. Shall we have a night walk around school? I went to the camp so as to pick up ideas for ours...Muhahaha..so evil.

I realise that there are less than 24 days to JCT. I must rush my composition out by this weekend to give the scores to the dear people who will play it for me. I have lost all my music notes. I have physical geog exam in the fourth week. Time to start panicking!!!

But it's the holidays. How come I can't go out more than once a week? Or is it only me who wants to?

Huimin, how are the shirts?

michelle
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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.

- I Corinthians, chapter 13 ve

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