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an·gel (njl)

n.

1. A typically benevolent celestial being that acts as an intermediary between heaven and earth, especially in Christianity, Judaism, Islam, and Zoroastrianism.

2. A representation of such a being conventionally in the image of a human figure with a halo and wings.

3. A guardian spirit or guiding influence.

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[Middle English, from Old English engel or Old French angele, both from Late Latin angelus, from Late Greek angelos, from Greek, messenger.]

I reckon my family and friends think that my obsession with angels (generally everything related as well, but very little of the antonym) is directly related to how pretty the illustration looks...white floaty dress, glowing halo, and the whole celestial look. Err... of course, that's what I aspire to be the saadha viley rey fai mini. :P Heck no...

Orite, rule that out. I guess you might think it's just this girly craze but you'd be wrong. Then there'd be more eh... Let's not go there. The other conclusion might be that I'm a lovesick looser. Which I do not think I could be... for reasons I'd rather not discuss....

Anyways coming to some sort of point here, I think that the whole thing is linked to my incurable perfectionism...and the purity/perfection angels inspire/represent. I ought to stop though... because aspiring to be perfect is rather arrogant in a way.

Not to mention impossible... I've got into too much shit trying to achieve it... you think you're there and then you discover that you had completely ignored something else VITAL, and then fuck you're back at step one. Bloody annoying and bloody pointless.

I sort of believe in guardian angels as well, but I think it's more of an unconcious role certain people fulfil rather than an existing being... hmm... don't think I'll bother to go into any detail on that one though... definitely not looking into the idea of my bf (sigh) being my angel oflove or any shit like that, in case you were wondering I think that's just emotional, corny bullshit.

Hm...bullshit, corny? Interesting texture that...
Anyways...drained of thought tonight... spiralling around the fact that I have been single and 'pure' for 6 months now... (goody girl :P) and how very sad that is. No brain process tonight. Adios!

PS: Calling All Angels, Angel (Shaggy viyas, Lionel viyas), How Do I Talk To An Angel, Angel Eyes - MLTR, Heaven (try accoustic version by Bryan Adams)... hot songs...

I leave you with this sweet quote:

At the same time, they were very neatly dressed, made no collection, refused the halfpence offered them; and the people around could not understand the conduct of this rustic fiddler, who tramped the roads with that pretty child who sang like an angel from Heaven.
The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux