Pre AWOL Mood

It could pass the chance, this unforgettable and anxiuos chance, without blogging it; i am totally mixed, and you know, i feel a different feeling that looks like the same feeling that i would feel if i am going for the military service.

There, in no where, everything will be organized; properly organized. wake up on time, breakfast on time, lunch and dinner, ontime, and a lot of work without uttering any word of nagging.

I packed my stuff, as if i am going to war, making up dates for any missing items, and feeling that kind of, i dont know how to describe it, of departuring from my sweet bedroom, my comfortable bed, my pillow, my computer, everthing...

i will miss Mom, my angel, my caring, my motivator, my source of enthusiasm and energy, the good energy, my time companion, and my greatest supporter and guard. Its the first time i say this, but i think she deserves it; i have to confess, even though she know it.

I will miss Dad, my greatest support, my back up, and if i can say it, my BANK.
sorry dad; You are sometimes hard to understand me, but other times, you privide me with the exact and much more support that i deserve. I am that bad boy most of the times, but i make-up everything when my mood is sparking with energy and hope.

I all of that, my only remedy, and the main difference that will take over that kind of OWLish atmosphere, is the presence of the wonderful ladies on shoot. Tanya, Ranwa, i hope Sandra, and the great Brigid, whom i think we will have some conflicts on shoot. I experienced her in bad tempers few days ago, but i am preparing mysself for not making her even touch the first levels of that temper.

Thats all i could say tonight; i can say more but khalas, its enogh; I will see after the journey if i was right or wrong; but i know that every thing happens on contrast with what i think of. Thats my ugliest trait.

Good Night AWOL team, see you on Monday; I will not be the quite, tender Samer Jamal, but i will be somehow like Saddam; i want from you all notto hate me, understand me.

Good night

As I predicted, i received direct support from the Master of all research and internet-addicted Samer C. and i really thank you Sam coz ur prescription went to be the best among all competitive medicines as i have been told by the Pharmacist.

I went through computer problems last night, i was intending to update my blog; I was afraid for loosing all the data on my laptop, but thank god i handled the problem carefully and i hope it's fine now.

I am little bit away from news these days coz i cant hear any more of these traditional statues.

Why Change the Template

Before I want to go sleep, i recalled something to add tonight relating to changing my Blog Theme.

Before any body ask why, here is the answer.
The Old one made me stirr in the screen to see it especially when all the room lights are off, so i decided to find something more sight-relaxing and what is better that the Natural green which is Natural GREEEEEEEN. I dont want to kill anybody tonight (Brigid), but the whole environmental things taking place are not encouraging and we will all pay for it. I want only from GOD to take away those GREEEEEEEEDDDDDDDYYYYYY because they are never satisfied.

I beleive in "Nature Taking Revenge"

Good Night

I didnt feel like writing tonight, as of a sudden, i remembered Samer's nagging on me for frequently blogging and updating coz, as he told me, he enjoys mingling through blogs and i want to satisfy his eagerness by writing at least a word.

I went through Samer C's past blogs tonight, i found some interesting things that reminded me past moments. I really find myself more IN to the BLOGGING world since i may recall incidents that i may forget in the future.

Today passed smoothly but it drove me nuts from the Boring state i am experiencing here. I know some one will be happy, but ... thats OK. I am confused from the many many things i have in mind and i really dont know from where to start, I as usual I will manage to finishe in the last moment.

I am still afraid of the fact that i am loosing my hair. I realized that it is not normal. It never passed that way before. 1000s are falling daily and i cant handle the fact that i may become hairless coz how i will gonna use the GEl of WAX again. I received a perscription to use the Herbal Essences shampoo and its pro-Vitamin. If any body has anything other than that and more effective then immediatly call or email, or i accept, Blog. But dont leave me alone here, coz it may also happen to you.
I was using some natural medicine in the form of Spray applied directly on the Hair Base but it is the 4th month and nothing improoved. Pleaaaaaaase help me and dont make me sink.

I am not that serious, but i care about it. SAMER C do something coz if my hair fell I will burn yours...

Yalla nothing more to say, and second i feel asleep coz tomorrow i plan to redecorate my bed room.

:-))

Elections

I wasnt sure about the amount of energy and boiling the elections will have even though i knew that west Bekaa and Mount Lebanon will witness the fiercest campaign in the entire country. It strted to boil until i started to enjoy it. I feel that my vote is very much important and I insisted more and more to deliver it to the right destination, which you will not know.

I am very eager to vote tomorrow, and enjoy this first time feeling. I am sure that every vote counts, and if you want to change, you have to vote.

Thursday, June 2nd, 2005

Its as another day, but suddenly a flash came out on LBC, and it said that an explosion took place at Achrafieh. I stopped for a while, gathering my thoughts an thinking of the Achrafieh Malls as ABC, etc. I felt sad, i didnt want to see another blasted trading center, and especially if is in one of the quite and beautiful areas of Beirut.

Suddenly, the picture of a burning and destroyed car was aired and they started analysing the incident, talking of an explosion targetting Samir Kasir, an Annahar journalist opposing to Syria and its Lebanese tails.

I dont personally know that man, but something made me feel deeply sad for loosing one of our proffessional journalists. This incident made me awake again that we are still not safe, we are still targeted, and we will still suffer a lot before the Lebanese Spring comes.