Monday, 30 December 2013

Pineapple cheesecake like desert

Salaams. My blogger app was bugging the life out of me owing to which I couldn't update the blog. I just uninstalled and reintalled it now and whadya know it works again! Wooop. So let's start three weeks ago when I wrote this-
P.s- I am committed to update the blog more regularly from now on. Inshallah

I've realized I can never go to bed at night with freshly brushed teeth. It's just not possible. I have to eat something in bed during bedtime. It's my little routine. Tonight, I had chocolate desert and my special lemonade before sleeping. I don't particularly like the way my teeth feel after that though, to be honest. If I was at home I would have still picked up the energy and howseleh to go downstaris and brush my teeth because i'm a clean freak that way. But here, in Iran, at this point of season, it's just too terribly cold to go out towards the washroom. It's too cold for my liking. I'm friends with the sun. I was born and brought up in a warm/hot temperatured city. Although it is too hot for my liking there also, I get along better with the sun, than with the absence of it. Not that I find cold grey mornings absolutely loathsome. Oh, it rained ice today. I don't really know what that natural phenomenon is called. Hailstorm? Whatever. Khulaseh, it was realllllyy cold today. Two days back my tech-geek-smart-Indonesian classmate showed me her weather forecast on her smartph
one while saying to me 'It says it's going to hail/snow tomorrow.' I was like 'Nah baba, alaki mige.'

And whoa was I surprised when I actually saw it hail and snow and rain today! So yeah. Some of my roomies are weird. I guess you just can't get a weirdo-free room.

So I had my first ever lecture/tabligh attempt in ravishe tabligh class today. It went sooo well alhamdulillah. I was the first person to speak in class and the teacher and the classmates all liked it, ALHAMDULILLAH!! :D

Oh, the title of the post is based on the yummy desert that I just bought and ate from Buye gandom. I don't know what it's called.

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