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, December 13, 2005

Argh, why didn't anyone tell me that tetanus injections HURT!!! So on top of my knee, now my hand feels as if someone hit it with a large hammer.

Injuries aside, I'm going on holiday tomorrow! I shall do more of the packing...next year :)

It's actually fun to just slack around the house with nothing to do, shuffling between the tv and the computer. I haven't done it for a long time, and it' actually quite relaxing.

michelle
10:47 PM

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Saturday, December 10, 2005

Tadaa..anyone who wants their prom photos please ask me online! Meanwhile, this is a picture of all those people in my class who went to grad night...

michelle
4:57 PM

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Friday, December 09, 2005

Having learnt how to ride a bicycle, I have also effectively rendered myself a temporary cripple by crashing the bike and ending up with a deep graze on my knee. The most infuriating result is that I have also simultaneously cut myself off from a life of christmas shopping because I walk like T REX. How dumb is that?

Oh dear...I see a few...blue days ahead.

michelle
10:01 PM

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Wednesday, December 07, 2005

I seriously must leave off maple story and try to do this more often. Tried to learn cycling yesterday - how can anyone sit on those seats for more than half an hour! They were not designed for comfort, that I know..

Prom was interesting..it was like..vanity fair or something. Double sided compliments, meaningless chatter, and oh, enough make up to paint a HDB flat..haha.

Work is ... not fun. Not fun at all. I think I"m a really bad sales person.

michelle
9:10 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.

- I Corinthians, chapter 13 ve

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