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

Monday, February 27, 2006

Well, I have been re-inspired to post on my blog..haha.

Update on life: currently working as a low-lifeform clerk in MOE HQ...although that sounds really impressive, I hat to reassure you that all I do is really mundane stuff. But hey, if doing photocopying and typing gets me paid well - why not? It's interesting how many people you meet here - I've seen so many of my ex-teachers, and some of my schoolmates as well, and I do wonder how they got the job. Oh well.

I want to try relief teaching soon..but I don't want to start so early if I'm going to spend the rest of my life as a teacher. And when I think about it, even though relief teaching allows me to go home so much earlier and pays me better, the comfort of the office still kind of overrides it I guess...still not really too decided. Let's just take it one day at a time..maybe if one day I get too bored then I'll do relief teaching? But I'm not sure that I'll be able to handle students - a few more years so hopefully I look older might be to my advantage before I start teaching.

I totally refuse to discuss the upcoming A level results. But they seem to worry me so much more than the O levels...anyway, I have decided to spend the morning at work...anyway I can get paid to do nothing for half a day than do nothing at home and not get paid..haha.

Went cycling from clarke quay to kallang yesterday, I must admit it's quite fun. But how come I'm the only person who complains my butt hurts?

In retrospect, this may have been the happiest 3 months for the next 4 years of my life. Hmm.

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.

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

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