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, June 22, 2006

Ok I shall now try to write more detailed posts about my life.

Went out with Huimin and Xuhua today..haha, why are people always late? But never mind, at least huimin is always around. I will not lament about how bad I am at ice-skating - I always take such a long time to learn things! But it's a rather interesting sport, so let's see how, I might go back and learn it again.

Wow, I just found out that Alicia from TK, 4/3, has a sister who is on MOE scholarship to study geog at UCL too! But she's 3 years older than me, and we have been assigned as buddies..haha. What a small world...

Sigh, I actually am not sure if I want to go overseas. Everyone says I should, and it's a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I'm not sure I want to go. Then again, if I don't go, I'll be wondering for the rest of my life what it would have been like.

If getting through these 2 weeks is living hell for me, what will it be like when I'm in London, and he has survival camp in Brunei? It's really strange why I still get so..sad, when he went through BMT already. I guess time heals the wound, but it's always ready to break again...ewww, I sound like those people who have nothing better to do than blog about thier relationhips!

Today is the 4th day of 21 days.

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On life`*

And in the end,

it's not the years in your life that count,

but the life in your years.

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On |ove`*

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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