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, January 13, 2006

You know, the study which found that at least 1 hour of office time each day is spent blogging may be horribly accurate. Haha, at least they didn't add the time spent on msn messenger, because that would be even more shocking.

On attachment in the Geography Cirriculum Planning Unit at MOE at the moment, which means you'll probably see that I will have enough time to blog long entries each day. I get my own laptop and workspace, nicely barricaded against the rest of the world by high partitions. I'm not complaining, it's fun! I also have to say that this is the first "job" that I feel...cherished..by the company..haha. The drawback is that I'm not getting paid, but then again, it's too nice a job for me to complain about that. The working hours are actually quite long, from 8.30 to 6, which is kind of surprising actually...One funny thing is that I cannot go to the toilet at my own free will..I have to borrow a pass from other people..sob..

My other unpaid job is to go down to takashimaya after this work attachment to accompany a friend at his job...which I guess means that I am actually wasting my time because I'm not getting paid, if you look at it in a practical way. Then again, I guess what most people say at this time is - it's the experience that counts?

Mrs Tan-Chua is working here - met her yesterday. It's interesting how everyone in the Geog department knows Miss J..haha, like she's a hero or something with Geography!!

Don't like the adult transport fare - I keep forgetting to tap my card.

michelle
11:29 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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