of llamas and walruses

i havent really got much to talk about. i dont even know why im bothering to update. i'm sure i have a life. or a nose to pick. they are in fact one and the same thyng. i guess i feel sucky for abandoning my blog -- if what i'm doing can be classified as that. the rest of islamabad trip was pretty much the same... two thyngs, worth a mention: a) the sarena coffee shop... YUM!!! man... the place rocked... ok, get thys... i come from lahore... the land of food connoisseurs... and i am VERY, VERY ashamed to tell you... we dont have ONE bakery in lahore, that can match the stuff at the coffee shop... chair corner, and corner of painting. maybe it was a much needed respite from all the crappy bickering (sibling warfare {with cousins}) i had been putting up with, or maybe the place really is all that, but their blueberry mousse was to DIE for... and god knows what else they had... but i eventually had to whip out plastic to pay for my bill -- no one told me you would be charged for accessing heaven. i loved their crockery! chai, my luvlies? oh! and as i was on a diet, i was only able to sample three of their pastries. it's a must go show... trust zee hemlock... she knows her sweet. pure delight! what else? my bangles! oh yeah. i stole a friend's car when i was in islamabad. it was no fun, i tell you, cuz then i had to call him up and ask him to rescue me, cuz i drove the car into a dead end, and i couldnt put it into reverse. stopid car. met up with three 17-yr-olds. realised i was getting way old. and that i couldnt compete. one of them goes: "you're pretty! you look 20." for a 24-yr-old, going on 87, that's the sweetest thyng you can hear. unfortunately, your hearing doesnt end here... the other said: "but you've got very small eyes... almost slits." (ahan!) the third said: "pink suits you" (err... thank you... ?!) and then the first one said: "but oh! you arent fat... just chubby!" *turns very very pretty pink and dies* if that wasnt enough, my sister said somat to me today: "D, please write a short funny blog, your long philosophical blogs are very boring.... no one wants to read them." seems like i just havent been able to assess my audience :p anyways, learnt how to play golf. yup, that's me. im your hero. hah! i was more on the lines of thys - saw scent of a woman. alpacino is my hero. hoo ha! cant decide what to do next. read the bourne identity, or watch the usual suspects. i'm on a break, and dunno what to do with myself. i thynk ill go listen to cheap indian tracks. or have buttered popcorn... after all, im not fat... im just chubby. :p ------------------------------------------- i drove all the way to where i could see islamabad as a huge blot on the landscape :p