im too cold to think of a title
well im finally here..last nite i felt like dancing to that song " oooo we're going to ipiza" well im not at ipiza, certainly though someplace MUCH MUCH colder. its what like almost 5 here in islamabad and its 630 in the evening.when i stepped out of the aeroplane in the morning, i was like " And mom almost made me a wear a sweater for this and carry a 5 ton jacket too" almost 8 hours later, ive changed my opinion. lets hope i have a good time here. so far the prospects for much roaming about and sight seeing dont seem to bright. the trip was good. except for a bunch of villagers cum western wannabees that were a few seats ahead. even from that distance they managed to keep me distracted. there was another paindu sitting beside me. he bumped the back of my seat more times than i fixed my hair. overall, i must my utter hatred towards pia. i mean p.i.a., watever. they reserve the best of their airhostesses for first class. not that they have many good ones anyways. but that was just a general observation. its strange travelling alone. especially when they serve the food. and it isnt just in flights. anyplace u are alone and someone next to u is eating the same thing, it always brings about an awkward feeling. what is the other guy going to eat first? whats he using a knife for if theres nothing to be cut? will he eat all his fruit? i must admit i stole several glances to the colonel sitting next to me. to my relief (and even more awkwardness), i realized he was looking back into my tray, watching my moves.and now im here, sitting in some institute (the name of which i dont even know) where my cousin is doing his masters from. its just incredibly cold. for a karachiite. and for a person who, for some dumb reason, feels very cold most of the time. im looking forward to going to lahore too, though i still have got no arrangements for staying over. lets hope its a tab bit warmer there so maybe i'l be able to move my hands properly.
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