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(from MatrixWarrior, sounded like fun)

Name: Misha

Nickname(s): Mish, Em, Chotu, Mishu, Mi and for ten terrible minutes 'Bordo'

Single or Taken? I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me.

Sex: Female

Birthday: 13th Nov' 84

Blood group: B+

Sign: Scorpio (also, year of the rat)

Siblings: Nope. Dogs though.... lots of dogs...

Hair color: Dark brown usually, but right now more red than anything else

Eye color: Brown

Shoe size: Somewhere in the limbo between 8 & 9 that ensures I can never find shoes to fit

What are you wearing right now? Blue jeans, black tee and black stephanian jumper thingy + Orange satin underwear
Where do you live? Noo Delli

Have You Ever:-

given anyone a bath? Yes *SHUDDERS*
bungee jumped? Noooo... I watched from afar though
broken the law? Ahem. Never. AHEM.
made yourself throw-up? More times than I wish to recall
gone skinny dipping? Nooooo!!!! Hygene people!!!
been in the opposite sex's bathroom? Yes very often. Their loo's are always less cluttered.
eaten a dog biscuit? Yeah.... Dont ask.
put your tongue on a frozen pole? Heeheeheehee nooooooo!
broken a bone? YES!
played truth or dare? I was CHAMP
been in a physical fight? Sorta.....
been in a police car? Forest rangers?
been on a plane? Ive been plane sick too...
been in a hot tub? Yeah, though, sadly, with my mom and my aunt who insisted on talking about their cellulite issues
swam in the ocean? Sorta bobbed around in it actually... I wouldnt call that swimming.
fallen asleep in college? Heh. I had some of my best dreams in college
cried when someone died? Yeah.
flashed someone? *Moans* yesssssss
lied? well everyone lies!
laughed so hard you fell off your chair? yeah... I feel kinda sad thinking about it now, ironically.
sat by the phone all night waiting for a call? Gawd yes. Bloody idiots who never call.
saved e-mails? I have Gmail, I cant freaking help it!
wished you were someone else? mmmmmmmmm yeah....
wished you were a member of the opposite sex? Occasionally... They do tend to have more fun
been rejected? No. Never, EVER. (see 'lied?')
used someone? Yeah
been cheated on? well.... not exactly.... I mean, not technically... Fuck it. Yeah.
done something you regret? Yeah

First Thing That Comes to Mind:-

Yellow: Tulips
Blue: Ocean
Happy: Kumar
Autumn: Rust Gold
Cow: Meadow

Have you ever had:-

chicken pox? yeah
sore throat? yeah
cold? yeah
stitches? nope
bloody nose? no, just short of it.
Sex? yeah

Do you:-

believe in love at first sight? Yeah
enjoy parks? yeah
like picnics? yeah
like school? Loved it
hate anyone? EVERYONE.

Who:-

is the last person that called you? Kartikey
makes you laugh the most? Mom and Dad
Can make you feel better no matter what? Kartikey
was the last person you touched? The last living thing I touched was Leaf, the last preson I touched was the checkout guy at the supermarket
you hugged? Kartikey
you yelled at? Mom
told you they loved you? Kartikey

Do You/Are You:-

like yourself? Ahhh.... Yeah sure.
dye your hair? hehehe occasionally, mostly when Im bored.
have piercings below the waist? Oh dear gawd no....
stolen anything over $50? I never steal. Except for that one time. Ahem.
like ice cream? YES.
Which is your favourite flavour? Chocolate Chip Super Fudge Cookie Dough.... MMMMM
Like Cold Coffee? Yeah I guess... Its ok.
smoke? *mutters ashamedly at the floor*
have beer? NO. cant stand the stuff.
obsessive? Yes
compulsive? Yes
depressed? Naaah.
suicidal? Not since last week! *bright smile*

Random:-

Prized possession: Nothing. Actually, absolutely nothing.
Last thing you said? "NO! Dont freaking pee there! BAD DOG!"
What is beside you? Empty bottle of Snapple Lime Green Iced Tea, Cell Phone, Empty bottle of Benadryl, Pee Soaked Dog Bedding, TV Remote
Last thing you ate? Finger tip full of Sour Cream
Are you right handed or lefty? Right
Favourite song: Right now, Teri Deewani
Worst thing that has happened to you this year: S Fricking OP

The Message That Coulda Changed The World

Deep in the 17th century, a tiny island lay oblivious to the human menace spreading across the globe. Though the most elite of their inhabitants guarded and patrolled their borders, the battle they would have to face could overwhelm them.

On one outpost out at sea, Del, one of the more enthusiastic members of the border police watched the horizon menacingly. He stalked up and down the deck of the wooden outpost, occasionally spinning around on his webbed feet to catch anyone lurking behind him unawares. Del was the original commando, a bird who was truly devoted to duty. And tonight that devotion would be tested.

On the horizon, appeared a ship; a Dutch ship in fact, but as Del had never heard of the Dutch, this is an irrelevant detail.
Ahem.

So a ship appeared on the horizon, and it glinted with an evil light in Del's mind. The island had to be warned! Del plumped his tail feathers, and plunged into the icy waters, paddling determinedly towards the island, his mind focused on the task at hand, and nothing else, the message of danger repeating over and over in his mind. He was so focused on the ship behind him, that he didn’t notice the ship in front of him until he plowed into it beak first. Del let out a startled squawk before his tongue slipped out the side of his mouth and he floated away, webbed feet pointing at the sky, message of danger still rotating in his mind, one beat faster than the little golden stars rotating around his head.

Aboard the ship, a large Dutch man peered down at the stunned bird floating away from his ship in the pre-dawn light.

"Dodo" he muttered disparagingly.

Love Letters to an Unfeeling Swine

2nd January, 2003

Toady you are clear, pure and transparent. Refracting light in a kaleidoscope of colours that appear just because they are passing through you.

Today you are poison. Lethal in small doses because that’s all you allow me to have. Little sips of something deadly – because you claim, you love me too much to kill me right away. I wish that I could love like you. Kill you and rejoice. Kill you and watch you rejoice because there is no greater way of dying then dying at my feet.

You swish around in your little glass bottle. Soaking slowly through the shapely brown cork that keeps you entangled inside it. You work that cork well. Never has a small piece of wood been so acutely aware that it may be too shapely. Whoever heard of a fat cork?

Stranger things happen everyday.

Like today, I let a fleeting desire to stick my face in a pile of mirror shards beat the shit out of me. It’s strange because I never felt that kind of hate for a few random features that innocently fell onto the same face. They were not right because they weren’t the ones that you would have picked, had you been given a catalogue of body parts and facial topography. You’ve more or less burned your way through the centre of that bloated piece of wood, and exposed to the sky you evaporate blithely towards everything. I’m twisted pieces of charred cork on a forest floor and love you even though you’ve left me again.

6th January, 2003

You visited me in hospital today. Stood over my bed, and gently ran your fingers over the leather straps that cut deep gauges in my wrists. I was alone with you for only a moment, but then you had managed to chip a hole the size of your fist into my skull in a few seconds less. Right now, you smiled; and carefully pulled of that cashmere coat I had woven for out of random strands of thoughts we had had together. Man had you grown. Your body seemed to have morphed out of the midgetness it had been trapped in. You were smooth and coppery and looked suspiciously like that perfect man I had pasted together last summer. The gag in my mouth was made of cotton. A relatively loose weave, hundred percent pure, undoubtedly made from the labour of some poor peasant who could not have known what it would be used for. It always tasted of nothing, except for the odd day when it would seep with old spit. You never touched me. You moved with this new found grace that I had never seen before; I didn’t want to know where you’d learned it. You decided slowly, enjoying the vain attempt of every inch of my skin and drop of my blood to leave this body that had driven you away and just touch you. You left softly… everything they put in my mouth now tastes of your tongue.