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Monday, 8 November 2010 @ 04:48
The Gift.
One thing of great importance can affect a small number of people. Equally so, a thing of little importance can affect a multitude. Either way, a happening- big or small -can affect an entire string of people. Occurrences can join us all together. You see, we're all made up of the same stuff. When something happens, it triggers something inside us that connects us to a situation, connects us to other people, lighting us up and linking us like little lights on a Christmas tree, twisted and turned but still connected on a wire. Some go out, others flicker, others burn strong and bright, yet we're all on the same line :D
 A less on finds the common denominator and links us all together, like a chain. At the end of that chain dangles a clock, and on the face of the clock the passing old time is registered. We hear it, the hushed tick-tock sound that breaks any silence, and we see it, but often we don't feel it. Each second makes its mark on every single person's life; comes and then goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from a piping hot Christmas pudding. Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it too leaves us cold. Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely. Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning. Time cannot be given, but it can be shared. (: 
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Monday, 8 November 2010 @ 04:48
The Gift.
One thing of great importance can affect a small number of people. Equally so, a thing of little importance can affect a multitude. Either way, a happening- big or small -can affect an entire string of people. Occurrences can join us all together. You see, we're all made up of the same stuff. When something happens, it triggers something inside us that connects us to a situation, connects us to other people, lighting us up and linking us like little lights on a Christmas tree, twisted and turned but still connected on a wire. Some go out, others flicker, others burn strong and bright, yet we're all on the same line :D
A less on finds the common denominator and links us all together, like a chain. At the end of that chain dangles a clock, and on the face of the clock the passing old time is registered. We hear it, the hushed tick-tock sound that breaks any silence, and we see it, but often we don't feel it. Each second makes its mark on every single person's life; comes and then goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from a piping hot Christmas pudding. Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it too leaves us cold. Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely. Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning. Time cannot be given, but it can be shared. (:
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WENQI (:
HI THERE. This is wenqi here. Girl/ Boy. Hmm... you can guess how I look like. Maybe average? Hahaha (: And then, TALL :D
I'm currently studying in Njc now, trying to enjoy life over there. Haha I hope everything ends well, of course this will never happen, it's only a wish I made. To have lived for thirteen years, I may not know everything, but at least I know something, and that's all that really matters. Well, there's more, but others are for you to guess! So for now, I am who I am. What do you think? (:
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