been a while since i watched joe vs the volcano. and to this day i find the dialogue between the luggage man and joe quite amusing. here it is. although watching it instead of reading it [we all know how i feel about reading] is a better trade

The LUGGAGE SALESMAN, a small neat man in a quiet suit, is the store's representative. He's talking with Joe. He's a very serious, understated man.

LUGGAGE SALESMAN Have you thought much aboutluggage, Mr. Banks?
JOE No, I never really have.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN It's the central preoccupation of my life. You travel the world, you're away from home,perhaps away from your family, all you have to depend on is yourself and your luggage.
JOE I guess that's true.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN Are you traveling light or heavy?
JOE Heavy.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN Flying?
JOE Flying. And by ship.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN An ocean voyage?
JOE Yes.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN Ah. Yes. So. A real journey.
JOE And then I'll be staying on this island, I don't even really know if I'll be living in a hut or what.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN Very exciting.
JOE Yeah.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN As a luggage problem. I believe I have just the thing.

The Luggage Salesman rolls out an absolutely gorgeous steamer trunk of dark, wine-colored leather and brass fittings.

JOE Wow.

The Luggage Salesman opens it. It has hangers, drawers, a
mirror, the works.

LUGGAGE SALESMAN This is our premier steamer trunk. All handmade, only the finest materials. It's even water-tight, tight as a drum. If I had the need and the wherewithal, Mr. Banks, this would be my trunk of choice. I could face the world with a trunk like this by my side.

Joe is moved.

JOE I'll take four of them.

This is the classiest thing the Luggage Salesman's ever heard.

LUGGAGE SALESMAN May you live to be a thousand years old, sir.

Not normally a demonstrative man, he slowly raises hand, offering it to Joe. Joe takes it and they shake.

my new bodywash has a distinct not flowery or fruity scent to it. i have a sneaking suspicion that it's for men. will i stop using it? depends. when i get out of the house and shop for toiletries [hee hee i said toiletries]

happy birthday sis

sometimes i phase out. it's things like sawing a skull open while right outside the window you can see construction going on and you involuntarily compare the two with apathy that concern me about me

one of my friends got into a fight. i didn't think nerds fought. but more details on that later. i have to go look acceptable for the welcome party our class is throwing the new first years

test anxiety is out of control for me. must have taken hundreds of them by now but still can make myself physically sick

be honest. how many times have you seen mall rats?

who made up this idiotic rule about commenting in the latest comment box although the comment pertains to the previous post[s]? now i'm just looking for things to get mad about. i really should be studying. as always

how come nobody told the foreign exchange student with lots of money and no style that he cannot just pick an outfit off the mannequin and buy it? you're not supposed to walk around with that exact same outfit all of us saw last week. that's my fashion tip. for the year

dippin dots? why take away from a good thing? i mean where did ice cream go wrong that you had to make it look like styrofoam? it's not unique. it's sick

what gets me is jokes i get. and then have to laugh at them myself. and can't share them. because having shared them. i will get the label of crazier. so laughing at them by myself. i stick with crazy

geeky dress sense, tightly bound hijab and being normal translates into insanely hot seeing that a nineteen year old thought it would be cute to say yaar shadi kar lo na. as if he's asking to borrow my car. my. the amount of confidence kids have these days is staggering

not going to school tomorrow because my khala thinks that everyone's going to get all riled up after jummah and if they start rioting in the streets it'll mean trouble for me when i'm on my way back. i'm not one to argue. although i haven't heard about anything happening in islamabad. have you?

i think i'm slowly starting to tire of these lectures prepared 20 years ago still being given in the same manner. i wish this country had money so we could sponsor research and require professors to continue publishing. our education system is so frustrating sometimes

more often than not the instructors here rely on "unless and until" and by that i mean they exploit it. pretty much during every lecture. if not every hour. it's irritating is what

in lahore. within an hour or so i accompanied my cousins to get manis and pedis and all sorts of unmentionable stuff here. THEN we watched movies. and man did that feel good. so this is what was part of my mad movie marathon: hoodwinked, must love dogs, sky high, shall we dance? and monster in law. what a girlie weekend

hope you have a nefariously good birthday!

i haven't flossed in a while. i could comfortably say 2 years. is that bad? maybe i should ask how bad is that

i was having a good jummah. until. that sheeda. he's such a swine [it's mummy's expression of utter disgust at a person. thought *i* would never use that as an insult] giving me that toothless grin as if he's completed the work he's supposed to be doing without me asking him multiple times. he's got the nerve to ask how my parents are when he knows he hasn't done diddly squat to take care of me. i have a funny story that i think of to cool my temper when i see him. it involves him wearing a gifted white sleeveless stretch shirt that says in shocking pink writing miss sexy b on top of all of his clothes. backwards. hah. feel much better now

yet another bloogie in the fam

the other day i was asked "what's your sign?" twice. in the same day. and it wasn't as a joke. i need to get out of this place. i even tried to squirm out of it and tell her do you really believe that stuff? and then i was immediately transported back to middle school when girls had chirpy voices and they spoke really fast and i couldn't stand them. yeah that went on for a good few minutes and i actually started walking away but she followed me. that was so awkward. for me. maybe i don't socialize enough and just get irritated or more irritated by people

i will stop being a geek this minutes. hahhaha ok i can't stop!

stupidface bed corner attacking me as i jumped onto my bed to check my email. a long time ago in a far off land before i was the girl i am today i was a tough girl. no sorry bed corner was gonna leave bruises on my thighs. no door was gonna stab my ribs. not even by mistake. i want my coordination back. didn't the coordination store call back? hah! i love messing with that joke

how crunk do you get when you hear the words: free satpal ram!

sidenote: finally found a pertinent use for the word crunk while listening to chan's cd

who wants me in the uae next week? please write a convincing plea to my parents. you can get their email address if you contact me. check right panel for contact chai

i wanna go! check my brother's page
SHEIKH NUH KELLER - SUFISM AND ISLAM

Friday, February 24, 2006 - Dars: 800 pm - 900 pm
Saturday, February 25, 2006 - Dars: 1030 am - 1200 pm
Break
Q&A: 100 pm - 200 pm
Break
Dars: 630 pm - 800 pm

Sunday, February 26, 2006 - (same schedule as Saturday)

Venue: LUMS (Lahore University of Management Sciences), Defence Housing Society, Lahore Student’s Lounge, just left of the Dining Center

ever since high school my friends have had crushes on my mom or dad. and for some reason they've always let me know. i'm too traumatized to talk about my mom [and i gotta get in good to go to dubai! hint hint email 'em nudge nudge] to my dad being handsome my response was always "dude, that's my dad" which has been insufficient to keep them from talking about it even when i added "happily married, with 4 kids, one of whom happens to be your age weirdo" as if that's not mortifying enough. what used to be in high school and college something my girlfriends would say is now in medical school something that my guy friends say. on finding out my result and letting me know the marks one of my friends said "give my mubarak to your family, especially your beautiful, beautiful dad" all i could say was lay off. to which he laughed. i think they bother me just because it does bother me. can anyone else relate with the beautiful parents syndrome?

it's grand that mummy buys flowers for her home. want that in me when i'm all growed up. how come coolness is not inherited?