Ummm-yeah! Allow me to ramble!
July 2, 2008[Beware: long post]
Yay, finally, a chance to update ze blog … soo! It’s been a long time since I seriously rambled pointlessly and believe me,its good to feel that sensational feeling…the sweet sensation of laziness and BORDOM! boredom! ahhh how beautiful boredom is! how beautiful it is to feel like you have this big time in your hands and having no clue what to do with it whatsoever!
anyways!Thanks to all who have been patiently re-checking this blog only to find no new posts…I appreciate all your comments and your patience again…If you missed me,you need not suffer any longer… The amazing Shama returns to her arena of power and entertainment!!! *whatever that means-lol*… back to fill this blog with her genius and addictive posts, and you get to read them !!! And now, suffer through my new posts !!! 
Yup, that’s right !! Mwahahahahaha *Dracola’s Theme* Ok cut! lol…
Well it has come to my attention, that I use this blog so formally, meaning- that I just post smart entries usually addressing a smart audience and working my sweat to impress them… all this- too tiring.My whole purpose for starting this wordpress blog was a therapy for me, to kick off a few crystal vases to let out some bottled up feelings…i’ve convinced my self partially that it is perfectly OK to post meaningless random ramblings once in a while and looking back thru my archives, I’ve noticed just one ramble-post. and I decided from this day forward, that I’ll ramble whenever I have the chance.. and I don’t have to do it with funky style or use stylish words to go with it. I’m not rambling to sound clever…or to sound romantic; mysterious; intriguing. I can often be very unserious when writing posts…It is fun to let your fingers type and see what they come up with…My brain has the ability to become quite ditched from what my fingers type HE3HE3EH3!!! *falls from chair*
So started writing a post about “death” (yup the word that shivers down all our spines) I just typed it and was about to publish it when the pc froze and I lost it all. Qaddara Allah wa ma sha’a fa’al. I aint writing it again. I don’t think I’ll be able to anyway, *sigh* I seem to have forgotten most of what I wanted write 
*cracks her knuckles and shifts in her seat trying to find the perfect comfy spot on her chair*
I did this blogger test once upon a thousand nights away right? RIGHT? Right. Left. Yeeeeah, very funny and apparently the test results showed that I’m a blogger whom * tries to recall the exact words* well, it means that I’m the one who blabers not caring if anybody is listening.. LOL.. well, let me not be that harsh, it said that I blog cuz of personal venting- not to entertain a crowd, which is good me thinks.. I mean, right now? I feel pounds lighter * eyes hannan and Reem her fatty inc partners that she is still feeling fat *
* now listning to the fuel tracks in my brother’s ipod who’s now in SL and if he found out about this he’ll crucify me, but its doesn’t hurt what he can’t know about yeh?*
*looks over her shoulder and realizes that her bratty nephew is in the room* (yesh yesh! a 19 yr old scared to her guts of her 6 yr old nephew).. *thinks of a pact to do to buy his silence about this*
So what’s been going on lately? alot.. lil issues here and there *ok maybe slightly bigger than lil, maybe even big* but I’m dealing with it fine, it actually turned out relatively good.. in these past days, I realize how Allah truly truly loves me.. he’s ever so merciful, and I shout with joy and raise my hand in the air and confirm the aya in quran.. ” wa itha sa2laka 3ibadee 3anee fa ine qareeib ujeeib da3wat il da3ee etha da3anee” ” tell those who ask about me, that i am near, answering their supplications and prayers..”
And another thing that’s been going on in my small world, is the issue of guilt.. I have that pretty bad.. like, not that I did something wrong or anything.. but I tend to over think about other’s feelings and work hard not to hurt them, not knowing that I hurt my self in the process.. I feel guilt towards others, where I don’t feel guilt towards my self.. If I hurt you, I’m sorry.. but know that before I hurted you.. I hurted my self for hurting you.. * yknow who you are 
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Oh yeah! I wen to the mall today, shopping for its and bits for the summer, spotted some funky tops that are up for grabs! a great deal- £79 –> £29 after sales.. .. how great is that? yes too great.. there were few sizes left, and sadly, none of them were for me 
ok, ok ok! you don’t have to say it! I know am a shopoholic, I admit it,( a not very wise one.. especially if I was given a huge amount of money, I can’t handle it I guess– to good to be true case with me) I don’t want anybody pointing that out that to me. but heck! I am back from shopping yeah?,and you expect me not to ramble? that’s like asking a 3 yr old to sit still…* Why u gutta problem?*
anyways! nevertheless, I had a blast! and yes I had such a great time, you have no idea how much enjoyed shopping today and how much I am feeling relaxed when I was in the book store, I just felt like that I was in a whole new world hmmm… so I bought few novels, and I was constantly switching from this to that I zoomed thru the first few chapters of those books while sipping my caramel cappuccino in starbucks, obviously that meant not being an active participant in my moms juicy talk and my cousin brothers light hearted jokes, as I distanced my self in a isolated sofa and read my way thru, this just shows how captivated I was.. I also bought belated bday gifts and few gifts for my friends in Dubai and some body shop juicy treats *eyes Heba if she’s ever present* ( a quick note to Heba : stick urself here more often cuz this day forward my wordpress blog is going to be deeper n more intact with my personal life-ie: my studies and you guys! In the future)
speaking of materliestic possessions, I’m going back to the mall tomorrow again insha Allah to hunt for nice tops , so my curfew is here, and I know mom will just sho me off and say that I can buy them from dubbay.. So I better be goood if I want those nice tops I saw today! ooh, just a pre-announcement.. I might be the proud owner of a Apple-macbook before uni starts! YEPPIEEE … ooh you now feel sorry for my brothers? * evil laugh* huh! they all have latest mobile phones, sports cars and I have nothing .. so my patience have paid off.. * yea rigghhht sugarplum* so mabrook to me
* her ipod is tuned to a group of tracks titled B-misc ( beautiful miscellaneous) and now Craig David is crooning in the background talking about a smooth necessary break up-one last dance- Craig David ( believe me, this one is not too cliched! its actually a nice number)
So where was I? Urmmm…..yeah! so today I spoke to my Granddad again on the phone; and yes, my prayers were answered, he’s feeling much better now alhamdulilah ,It’s difficult to speak to him with a steady voice and no tears..I couldn’t do it though *teary eyes*I used to spend a lot of time with him just talking over coffee or tea, back when they were staying with us in the UK; he would tell me about his youthful days in Siri Lanka,* Say with an Emarati accent*He takes his coffee very strong and sweet, and I figured out the secret to making it for him just right, exactly the way he likes it. Start out by sweetening the water with three tablespoons of sugar in the jar, and after you’ve added the four or so tablespoons of coffee and all just dump in a few more shakes of sugar (and by shakes I mean a lot ) Don’t bother tasting it because you’ll probably get knocked out. Pour it in the cup and serve it, then bask in the praise “This girl knows how to make the best coffee…she is amazing” he would say and give me a hug and laugh * my cute cute granddad* I would kiss his hand and head, then return to the kitchen to make normal coffee for the rest of us.
He’s now in the ICU , fighting for his life and who wishes more than anything to spend his last days among his children and grandkids. I pray to Allah that his desire will be fulfilled, both for his and my sake. I ask from all who’s reading this entry to pray for my granddad– and give him strength in his ordeal..inna lil lah, wa ina ilyhe raje3oon..
Many memories… *goes off into a corner and bursts into tears*I miss him, my grandma, and the rest of my dad’s family very much. Allah yjma3na feehum 3ala khair…hakatha heeyal 7ayat.
Alritey, you do realize this entry is all about my random rambling, so I will apologize now if I’m wasting your time. I can’t think of another ramble after I just spilled out all about death, *sighs* but yknow what? its good once in a while just to think about our death,I know when the news of death springs to our ears, we always think of depression–parting of loved ones..*sigh* but
You never know…your day could be tomorrow.. So never put off anything till the next day..in this case, putting off prayer, and saying “yeah, tomorrow I’ll get up for Fajr”..how do you know you’ll even be alive tomorrow?! You’ll never know when your last day will come….. think about it..and start working on yourself and your life..inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji3oon….
ok, ok enough said I guess havta go*have 2nd thoughts before posting this pointless entry*
imp last note: Akil it’s not Hom-iss. It’s Hummmmmmmus. And there is no such thing as “sun-dried tomato hom-iss, or spinach garlic hom-iss”. So don’t ask me if I’ve checked out the Middle Eastern section menu at the Arabic restaurant in our hotel. Speaking of hummus, serving us “Garlic Hummus” with “Crispy Garlic bread” at the Arabic restaurant in our hotel in ur country does not actually made me feel at home. So thanks for the thought and effort, but that’s just lame.Sorry, I’ll shut up about hummus now. I swear.
A reminder to her self: renew your pact with your nephew,you need his alliance cuz mom these days is.. well..* coughs*moods swings is the word! * I surely hope she’s not gonna read this lol* and she isn’t really nice to sugarplum ( <—- I found a new nick for me lol aww how cute)
aham….Yeah Its Riz aka 
