Green Soda

I have been thinking to write something, reckoning I have forget how to blog. 

It's 4th of  the Ramadan  today.

Summer break has finished at last.Work  started, and due to that my  daily routine has been changed apparently. Whole day passes so quickly, so yeah, you know I have to reschedule everything once again. I hope I get  back on track of blogging  pretty soon.

I usually get time to use comp after Iftar.

Mostly  ami  makes  Iftar, my sis  and I just help.  I can’t even think about making such yummy stuff after work. She does it despite  there’s so many delicious ready made things out there. I am one of those peep, who cooks, but this time around, I will go and buy from shop.

She asked me to make some  samosa, but I duuno how come it  ended up tasting too salty. My salt and spice measures are always perfect. Possibly due to fasting I could not taste it.

 I tell you one funny thing, you know I live in an apartment, and it is quite a  weird place. Flats are so damn close to each other. I can hear the the sound of  dish washing, people, commercials & special Ramadan transmission at the Suhoor time.Yeah, seriously, whenever my right hand neighbor, whose kitchen is  adjacent to my room washes her plates I get the idea it's time to get up.I can even hear thier Achow !

Almost everyone's lights and  telly are on around 3:00  AM in the  morning, and you must see the Trawahee slalat at night. Our Masjid is so small however  men manage  to pray out side of it.

Some timed I fancy  having my own place near a sea. I don't mind neighborhood. Its just like I no more wanna be in any parent meant. No matter how huge that is. Now, I want something different. I raised in apartments. We zipped around  a lot. So , I am done with this. And with house I would be able to scream, yell, or make noise or make a mess, or do anything  I would want to do any time, and no single soul  will have tad  idea what the hell I am doing. Cool, innt?

For Eid we are about  to shake our  home up. We have already changed the sofas, and curtain.  It been four years we were using the same sofas. It was time to buy new one. My fathers' best friend gave us that some four years ago, the time he was immigrating to Canada. He was a quite a successful builder over here, and way rich. He said when he told about the amount he is gonna take with him to canada, the  immigrant officer he fell down from his chair.
Just kidding

But he  literally got shocked!!!

There are few more  stuff to buy  for decoration like carpets. Although it's really time consuming process, and like in Ramadan, not that easy.


Yesterday, Dear John was on airing first time on the telly exactly around 5:30 P.M. when I start preparing tuck for the Iftar.  So I did didn't watch it.

Later !

I already have seen that movie for  like some more than 20x.  Regarded as a whole this flick is watchable, the ending is happy, and  I love watching it again and again. Sometimes there is something  in it  which is  gloomy and quite. Possibly it is the look of the film. I dunno what it is but it makes me sad.

Or maybe it is because of Channing Tatum. He seems like a quite guy.You know quite soul type people. They are happy people but quite.His body language is also quite. Notice him !

Hold one sec, I wanna bitch about  Ammanda Seyfried's acting, which sucks big time. Their was no  chemistry between her and  Channing Tatum, even I did not figure it out how come she suddenly married Tim.

 OK it might be not that suddenly. That  was the whole notion behind the story____ Dear John letter, right ?

They had to breakup. I just wanna find out she did that because she wanted to marry Tim, after getting beat of writing to John or he stalled it, and then she married  Tim?

What does the book say?

Because in the movie there was no such thing bet her and Tim. Randy was  making much  sense rather than Tim.

Whatever !

Channing Tatum's  latest  Magic Mike  has came out too.

Later, later !
You saw !  Movies ain't  tempting me. 

I had 2  cans of Pakola in the Sahour today. It is pretty hard for me to rein in it. You know, I am hooked to this soda real bad. Papa brought Rooafza___ that red fruit drink, Pepsi, but I can drink  hara hara Pakaola_____ ice cream soda until I’m blue in the face. 

""Harra, hara Pakola, ice cream soda"...remember that jingle ?

Maybe because I usually eat  spicy food awful lot, and in reaction  I need this sweet ice cream soda for must.

You know it named Pakola  like that: Pak + Cola = Pakola.

What's your fav  sarbet for Iftar ?
Or what's your  fav soda, spider, float ?