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ME, MYSELF AND I.
Hsueh Ni;
"An average girl growing up in the most average kind of environment giving her insights on life and her takes on the conventional way of living as she seeks out the unique people and things that intrigues her."
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- I WISH FOR WORLD PEACE !!!
- finish buying everyone's birthday presents!
- A chow chow puppy! :D
- To open a successful bar/club.
- To have at least a million $$ in my account by the time I'm 23



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Friday, October 26, 2007
12:50 AM

I just looked at some old posts I wrote not long ago. And I realised I had no idea who the hell I was talking about. HAH!

LIFE IS SHORT! MAKE IT OR BREAK IT!

MY answer: BREAK IT! THEN REBUILT IT.

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Saturday, October 20, 2007
11:48 PM

Angels

Jacob wrestled the angel,
and the angel was overcome.
Bono, U2, Rattle and Hum

With the tremendous interest in angels these days, it is not surprising that they are becoming frequent characters in dreams as well. Pictures of angels, stories of angels, and a popular spirituality of angels have put the images and imaginations of angels in our collective unconscious.

The word angel literally means messenger. Often, delivery of a particular message in the dream is the role filled by these beings. As the needs arise, they may provide additional help to the dreamer beyond simply delivering information. Since so many religions and contemporary worldviews have made room for angels in their view of the universe, this topic needs to be broken down a little more. Jung had room in his worldview for spirit guides.

These were apparitions that shared both knowledge and insight. This insight came as dialogue. Consequently, the Jungian angel was something of a spiritual mentor.

Religious angels have usually served more as ambassadors. They come with specific information, but not much dialogue. They are dispatched for specific purposes. Revelation, not dialogue, is the mission of the angel in this context.

Beginning with popular literature of the 1970s, angels have become more involved with tangible needs of this world. Tires are repaired, oncoming traffic is diverted, and rickety homes are preserved from the weather by angels. This seems to be a reflection on the growing interest in finding a reliable help in a malevolent world.

Angels also have become, in a sense, the sort of instant wish-granter that the character Kazoo was to Fred Flintstone in The Flintstones TV cartoon show. Kazoo was a green alien being who appeared when Fred needed help-he provided free favors and magical tricks. Some folks dream of angels helping them out in this way. In this sort of case, the dreamer may be turning toward an actual friend in real life to give them something.

Many angels in dreams represent help from an unknown and unseeable origin to survive a difficult situation. The dreamer is turning out into the unknown, expecting help from beyond his or her actual means. This could be called wish-projection.

Finally, the angel may be what the name implies: a message.

To discern which type of angel you have in your dreams requires some energy on your part. Does your worldview include the possibility of such beings? If not, you can probably move into wish-projection pretty easily.

Did your angel speak or act mysteriously without verbalizing?

If the angel spoke, what was the content?

If the angel merely acted, what was the nature of the action?
What area of your life seems to be needing a special solution that exceeds your resources? Do you feel emotionally unsupported in one of your personal quests or spiritual struggles?


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Sunday, October 07, 2007
7:44 PM

TODAY MARKS A VERY VERY VERY SPECIAL AND MEANINGFUL DAY FOR ME.

I WAS FREE FOR ONE YEAR!

TODAY MARKS THE 1st DAY OF THE 2ND YEAR!

A NEW YEAR. A NEW BEGINNING. A NEW STORY. A NEW ME.

AN OLD LOVE. A NEW FEELING.

I FEEL REJUVENATED.

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Thursday, October 04, 2007
10:23 PM

2 MORE DAYS!

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Tuesday, October 02, 2007
8:23 PM

Secret is nice.
but the ending was kinda awkward.
seeing 2 people in love like that is impossible though.
the tittle seemed ironic.

FYI: I LOVE THIS MOVIE.

yes I know. I criticize alot.

The music in the movie was excellent.
And yes. It triggered my wild imagination once again.
*smirks

Cause its you and me, and all of the people and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off you.

after getting inspiration from the movie and a song gabs sent me, I sketched a picture.
(I wanted to post it but decided not to cause it wasn't clear.)

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All that I've done.
Now you tell me that it was just a test.
So what are you going to do about it now?
I'm curious.
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I thought there was a connection.
first, I was afraind.
next, disappointed.
then, I was relieved.
thereafter, lost.
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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it okay
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins

They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
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And in the arms of THE angel, I slept with my memories.

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