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

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Today, after three failures, I have finally managed to identify the difference between a cabbage and a lettuce! That is about the most accomplished thing I did today, haha.

I shall call sinda every day until they send me the silly log thing for cip...how can you forget for two months??

It's weird to feel so worried and depressed when something is not affecting you personally..but it still affects you because you bother. Hmm...

michelle
11:10 PM

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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Hmm, got back some results today..I shall wait till I get all of them back before deciding if I did badly or not.

This timetable is a bit slack..it makes me slack.

What does it feel like to be able to say "I think my father is smart?"

How would it feel like to have a boyfriend, not even a husband that will be away most of your LIFE?

I've got to go practise for jeanette's piece. Sigh. But it's ok.

michelle
8:24 PM

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Monday, September 26, 2005

Hello, I'm back! Ok, so what has been happening:

prelims are over.yay.
but composition deadline is coming. boo.
and I can't find all my string quartet exercises. double boo.
which means I have to do them AGAIN. ugh.
and bunny's leg is broken.
and school starts tomorrow.

Hmm, so on the whole, the outlook isn't that wonderful..but it's been fun slacking after prelims, going out and all.

The corspe bride opens thursday! Yes, I have a twisted sense of humour.

michelle
3:27 PM

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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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