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Name: Misha
Birthday: 10/13/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: My interests are currently changing rapidly...i'll get back to you when they get stable again
Expertise: Um........obsessing? OH! And getting bored really, really easily. Yeah, i'm talented ^_^
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AIM:  hplm86
Member Since:
4/8/2004
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| Of sorts...KashmirSo, I went to Kashmir this last weekend.
It was amazing.
Funny how that word can be both positive and negative, no?
We started out driving at 6 AM, both me and my mom a bit agitated, my dad perversely happy, along the road. My father insists on starting out any long drive with an hour long prayer on the CD player of the car: I guess he doesn't find it slightly besides the point to ignore most of the prayer.
Personally, I dont count prayer much as background music. Personally, its amazing how hypocritical really religious people can be. Personally, I believe more in faith than religion--but isn't that what all people my age say? (Before we have the pulps of our free will beat out of us, maybe. Before we're absolutely terrified out of our wits of the terrors of the world, forced back into following a path of God set by others.)
My relationship with God is strictly personal (there's that word again). (S)he knows me (its a he in my mind), and He helps me sort things out. He helps me know what I know, if you know what i mean.
Not that I judge them in any way, my own boyfriend being one, but I'm not exactly your run-of-the-mill rebellious Atheist. Far from.
The way was long: an almost 20 hour route to where we needed to be, maybe a little more, aided by the fact that we stopped at Amritsar to see the Golden Temple again (an annual trip, but always memorable, to be sure.)
First, I got stared down by half of the people in Amritsar. I'm pale. and tall for women in India, and pretty in their standards. In the US, I doubt that many people notice me at all. But, that is on the whole unknown to me. I give no facade of arrogance, pride, or even self-esteem in this matter: i lack them all mostly. And even if I didn't, what's the point of being proud of your looks?
You didn't make them, you were given them. Its like being proud of a sandwich the boy at Subway made you.
I was remotely uncomfortable, but mostly because of the sweat dripping down my forehead and beading on my upper lip. (this is all while in line at the Golden Temple. Miles long. Ok, maybe not, but it felt it)
Finally, FINALLY, we were in. And when i got down to bow at the holy book (Guru Granth Sahib), I couldn't get out of there. People were pushing, pulling, thinking me the enemy (undoubtedly) and trying for me to make way for them, which i couldn't.
You'd think Indian people would have the decency AT LEAST to give up the pushing at the most holy place of Sikhism.
I mean, goddamn (excuse my Punjabi.)
This is long enough, I'll probably continue soon
-ciao-
misha
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Uni is starting up again in about two weeks o_o;;; thats...so SOON!! I really feel as if i've done NOTHING this summer
must do something productive....must do something productive....must do something productive....must do something productive....
-misha
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| ok, WOW, its been like 200000000000000000000000000000000000 years.....
Anyways. I'm in India, and have been for the last two months or so...or something like that. b
HARRY POTTER!!! *faints* its sooooooooooooooooo good.....
<3 much love to you all
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I'm really horrible, and sorry.
vey proud. Kind of. 
*kind of blurry from shrinkage*
)
its been a while, hasn't it?
(or at least drunk 
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(he didn't even look
all that clean 
