racing on motorway...

Yesterday's log
7:30 pm

Oh what a trip! Went to Isloo on a one-night, two-day official trip. The official part of the trip sucked; what with me being all conscious and self-esteem regarding grey cells very low now matter how hot I look! But got to spend really enjoyable time with ahm and family. It was fun, comfortable, chatty. That means a lot since I am rarely all those things with aunts.

Saw Zardari for the first time in real life. Man is he sharp! And his personality isn’t as repulsive, no scratch that, as irritating as on television. He looks the same (though did not know he wasn’t tall) but his smile and slicked back hair aren’t as—and now I shall use the word—repulsive as when seen through the idiot box. Guess the idiotness of the box rubs off on him. When he started speaking, I thought of BB. When he spoke of BB, I started crying. And I’m only a pseudo-jiala. Can only imagine what the real jialas go through living in a void that is BB.

And speaking of which, hotness personified (!!!) in the form of PPP security team.
wow (all in caps)
Though not cute by any definition of the word, the black shirts with PPP security team logo, the red caps, army boots and camouflaged bullet-proof vests and the desire to protect their leader even at the cost of their lives, all lend an air of irresistibility to those jialas. There were about 15 of them. Wanted to salute everyone and tell him how proud I was of their passion in the manner of wanting to salute the female traffic wardens of Lahore. Another hotness personified! (yes I am a girl). But as usual, the covered-up part came into play. That never used to stop me when I was in early 20s; older age has brought a lot of hesitation with it.

I’m sitting in the parking lot of Bhera reststop on the motorway at the moment. Decided to drive all the way back to Lahore, as opposed to halfway as I usually do. Really wanted to find a hot guy to race with in manner of Tom Cruise and Thandie Newton in Mission Impossible II’s car chase. Instead, found 2 driver-type guys in black city who kept up with me for about half an hour before giving up as rain started. Didn’t find anyone else and was so bored that almost dozed off once. Must not tell ahm who continually harasses me for driving safe. Should present him with a mirror. Would be a good gift!

Feeling the need to have a laptop since would need to type the damn log after I get home. Want to have a laptop in manner of a jet-setting business woman and type out all my thoughts during twice-a-year trips to Isloo. Soon!

10:30 pm
Found the black city again! Think they didn’t take a break and found them sandwiched between two cars as I passed them. Did a double take and slowed down to see. Sure enough, they recognized the number and went on with their racing. This time, they went a bit overboard with the car’s dippers. Lost patience and left them behind. Thankfully mine was the more powerful engine.