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Name: Dan
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Birthday: 9/13/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: sports, dunkin donuts coffee, writing, good music, synonyms, clear skin, korean culture, design award books, advertising, lovely people, bowing to elders like a good korean boy, the gospel, living for God. an occasional outing to NRB with good funloving folks. pretty girls with stories to tell.
Expertise: playing and beating solitare in 96 seconds. crafting a witty line or argument. telling people how near and dear they are to me. catching a football completely stationary. listening to pretty girls with stories to tell. filtering out words such as OMG, like, right, and superflous exclamations asian people have become prone to. DIGGING YOU.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
4/29/2002
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| happy graduation to all the Temple grads! I wish you well and if I can ever do anything for you, let me know. It feels like just yesterday that I was throwing my cap and tassel in the air...how time flies.
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| It's most frustrating when you realize what true beauty is and that it actually does exist in this filthy world, but can't rightly express it because of writer's block. I hate how you have so much to say or express, but your fingers don't move to type what you're feeling, nor does your mind want to put forth the effort. I feel like my heart begs my mind to write what its feeling down in a coherent way. But it doesn't get recorded. It just sits in my heart and slowly whithers away.
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| I'll paint you a picture. One that won't make sense...until it does.
You got a rock, a boulder, even. Staring you in the face. Planting itself firmly within the ground of your heart. It's a boulder that is too big to move, too hard to break, and too much to handle. You let let it seep deeper and deeper within the soil, muddying its edges as it becomes one with who you are. You accept it. You accept all the pain, all the weight, and all the impossibility.
But in every hypothetical rock in your hypothetical heart, there's a hole. That's your soul. It could be a big chasm within the hard mass, or a peephole, 1 centimeter in diameter. Regardless, it's where your chance lies. Every time you wash your jeans, the hole gets bigger. Every time you take a hit to the rock, the whole broadens its diameter.
Then you plant a seed. It really doesn't matter what seed is planted or how far it's shoved down this hypothetical hole in the hypothetical rock within your hypothetical heart. And no matter how useless or insignificant it seems, that right there is a dream.
And it'll grow down, way down inside the crevice of the boulder. It'll work, the rain will drain inside of this rock's "brain", and from whence the rock came, it'll wish it had returned, because there is no point of return after the seed splits open and its innards start to churn. It won't happen fast, but it will happen slow. You won't even feel it. You'll know it. It's like cancer, but in a good way. You say how can cancer be good. I'll tell you.
This seed, with the aid of a small stream of light and a trickle of water, will grow. It will grasp a root, clutching onto the jagged edges that prick the inside of the rock. The trunk will climb the stairs, one by one, needing only to reach the source of light, to feel the warmth of the sunshine that gave it life. And that's when it begins. Well, the second beginning.
The trunk shoots out of the crevice and takes over the entire base. The rock no longer has a face. No longer a trace of a boulder that caused pain. The hole has been filled. The sadness the rock brought, the weight the rock made you feel, is gone. In its stead, is a beautiful tree that springs forth green leaves of hope, and fruit of hardship. Those fruits taste the sweetest and last the longest.
A tree has been born from a rock. It stands stronger than any 500 foot redwood or any 500 year oak. It's foundation is pain, hardship, difficulty. It is stronger than anything you could ever imagine, fathom, perceive. It will continue to give off life, breathe in light, soak in sunshine, and provide shade for the weary and the weak.
A tree has been painted with a few hundred words. I made a few rhyme and I crafted a few phrases for you to remember. Everyone feels weight so whatever you're going through, I feel you. But know that hardships are not the end, they are the beginning. God sees you in the whole, not in allotted sections of time. He knows how you feel, even when you're not sure what's real. So be cool, and roll with the punches that life throws at you. Those punches will toughen you into someone that stays true. To who they are and what they can be.
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| it's going to be a long week...
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| I love how Xanga has incorporated spell-check in everyone's entry and comment fields. That could actually reduce the number of "OMGZ..PROPZ yo, Dis B Ur GURL Jen. Hitz me bakk." comments.
And yes, the red line just went under all of those "words".
I propose one of xanga's admins create a weblog titled, "Ppl dat type like diz" and when everyone's joined, just delete their accounts.
I'd col. Cheer Out Loud.
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