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Hello there. My name is Trisha. I tend to be a fairly nice person; however, I can have my mean moments. The name winged_lily came to me strangely. Usually, I would have a name that had something to do with the soul. I used to relate myself to the miko Kikyou from Inu Yasha because I roleplayed her for a long time. Yet when I created this journal I wanted a name that didn't classify me as just some character from a show. I wanted something that could describe myself, but something that could just take flight. So, I started to think, and suddenly, I figured that using a flower would describe something. The beauty inside that can be hidden from many. Yet just having a flower wouldn't describe what I really wanted. So I thought what's a way to break this flower away, so that it can be hidden and shown at the same time. Flight. That is the next word that came to me. Flowers happen to take flight by butterflies, and the winged part is suppose to refer to the butterflies that
constantly fly away. So that's a little bit about the name.

It's kinda lame.... I know. But that's what people love about me.

Name: Trisha
Birth: December 30, 1987
Hair: Brown... down to the shoulders
Eyes: Hazel
Religion: Roman Catholic

Planet: Saturn

Astrology: Capricorn

Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit

Star Stone: Onyx

Element: Earth

Blood Type: O

Height: 5' 4"

Life Path Number: 4

Life Destiny Number: 9

Soul Number: 1

Personality Number: 8

Maturity Number: 4

Balance Number: 1

First Pinnacle Number: 6

Second Pinnacle Number: 1

Third Pinnacle Number: 7

Fourth Pinnacle Number: 1

First Challenge Number: 0

Second Challenge Number: 4

Third Challenge Number: 5

First Cycle Number: 3

Second Cycle Number: 3

Third Cycle Number: 7

Karmic Lesson Numbers: 6 & 8

Karmic Debt Numbers:s 19 & 13

Lucky Number: 5

Signature Number: 2

Birthday Number: 3

Personal Year Number: 7

Personal Month Number: 2

Foundation Letter: P

End Letter: A

First Vowel: A
Err... wanna know anything else?? Just ask.

How did we get here?
How the hell...
Pan left -- close on the steeple of the church
How did I get here?
How the hell...
Christmas
Christmas Eve -- last year
How could a night so frozen be so scalding hot?
How can a morning this mild be so raw?
Why are entire years strewn
On the cutting room floor of memory
When single frames from one magic night
Forever flicker in close-up
On the 3D Imax of my mind
That's poetic
That's pathetic
Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door
And Collins choose that phone booth
Back where Angel set up his drums
Why did Maureen's equipment break down
Why am I the witness
And when I capture it on film
Will it mean that it's the end
And I'm alone