Dear " My Hair " ... I miss you, I love you

After weeks of what i thought was a hair therapy, i found that my old-new hair problem is still moving to the negative side. I witnessed that my hair volume has decreased, and the hair-falling pattern is monotonous without any slight positive change.

I met one of our friends last week, she was suffering from an extreme hair loss to the extent that she was nearly bald; i asked her about her problem, she told me that she was suffering extreme hair-loss; About the therapy she was taking, she mentioned Zein Atet another time the name came to be praised by another person. She praised him and told me that a big difference was taking place with her situation, to the positive side.

I went to Zein Atet's shop, i bought the Tonic, and the spray, in addition to the shampoo. i used this therapy earlier this year but a three month period was not enough to feel the benefits so, this time i will use it for a year.

Last week, i went to my barber, i decorated my hair and i felt fluffy for the first time. My mom even felt the extreme look i had. I didnt care even thought my big brother also commented, "negatively of course"; Later, the females, my relatives liked it a lot, they called my the fashionable guy, i felt releifed.
The story here is not with my hair style, but with the comments that the barber gave me; a large amount of hair fell during the hair-cut process. He asked me some questions about hair-loss cases in my family; i didnt want to feel depressed, i told him i am using Zein Atet. He replied positively, "I knew guys who used it, it is really good"; I felt safe then.

I dont want to escalate my hair situation; It needs good morale and not a depressed one. I beleive in the natural therapy i am undergoing, and i will definitely regain my previuos hair conditions; coz u know, without my complete hair "template", i will not be the Samer that all of you know.

Matte’ Café!! A New Business

If anyone doesn’t know anything about what Matte’ is, I hope the description below will help you formulate a minimal idea about it.

Matte’ is a plant that is grown in Latin America and primarily consumed there. Its use is to make beverages such as Lemonade or can be drunk after it is boiled with water and sweetened with some sugar or honey or left without sweetening if sugar is a problem. Originally, it has a bitter taste; it was brought to Lebanon and the Middle East long ago in a period I can’t depict but I will research later.

In Lebanon, the main consumer of the imported Matte’ brands is the Druze community in addition to other sects such as Sunnis, Shiites, and Christians especially in the Bekaa and some areas in Mount Lebanon.

The preparation of Matte’ is simple and easy; on a tray, there are three bowls; one filled with Matte’, the other with sugar, and a third empty bowl used to clean the bombilla with hot water, a lemon peal, and a clean tissue; Moreover, there is the gourd (wooden jug), the bombilla, and the water pot.

Matte’ or Yerba Matte’ is considered popular because it gathers the members to socialize while enjoying its taste. And because its preparation is time consuming, I never imagined that a café for Yerba Matte could even exist. But, as usual, I was wrong. Last week, while I was walking down the streets of Alley, a well-designed and decorated café attracted my attention. Its name shocked me from the first sight as it said “The Matte’ café”; It was really shocking coz if any one of you have seen how Matte’ is prepared, he/she would realize that it is near impossible to sell it in cafés. The most critical thing is the bombilla coz it may transmit diseases it not well-cleaned, but in the Matte’ café the bombillas are disposable; that is thrown after one-time consumption.

Although Matte’ is considered a traditional and historical, in the Matte’ café tradition and history are brought together with technology so that you can enjoy your Matte’ “meal” and surf the high speed internet with HP laptops given to the customers for free. Don’t be afraid, if you are not a Matte’ consumer, you can have your coffee mix and the Hubble bubble if you are a smoker.

In this country, every thing is possible; and I will never wonder if anything could be possible because in this country and in this life everything is possible, even Matte’ in a café.

For more information, check this link.

Block In, Block Out

I don’t know from where to start expressing my big anger about the inferiority of behavior of those uncivilized creatures from one side; and the sense of superiority, proud, and nationalism I am feeling as a result of the rude and unverified actions those Syrians are implementing on our freed borders on the other.

This kind of action that is not new throughout our history is a kind of pressure that is clearly aimed to corner our new government and pull out some refractive decisions in the favor of those Syrian creatures. PM Saniuora visited the president of those creatures and the result was thought to be relieving; but two days later, they forgot that an agreement took place, and retained their previous orders of blocking the trade road. As I said previously, they cant commit to a word, because they transcend from the dynasty of Barbarians mixed up with some undefined outer-space negative cosmic energy that gains power from the retarded movement of history and become powerful if it succeed by making the time wheel not just retard, but also flip its movement to the past direction. They can’t withstand civilization and technology.

We should from now on expect similar actions that aim nothing unless hindering our governmental efforts to flourish democracy and implement technological reforms.

We will remain in a block-in block-out pattern.

The Weddings Weekends!

It is not surprising to experience such kind of traffic during the short summer season in Lebanon. It's not the traditional roads' traffic that we see all over Lebanon but the accumulation of wedding ceremonies through all the weekends' days; from Friday till Sunday.
Even thoguh i still not hold the complete responsibility of not attending any wedding invitation, but i cant jump over the traditions that we have here. If an invitation arrives, then we have to attend. Otherwise, we will face numerous bunch of people bashing; analyising the reason behind the abscence, noting that we are politically responsible to satisfy everyone's demands. We are in the limbo; on the edge of a knife; What can we do? I really don't know;

For example, today we are invited to three weddings nearly all happen at the same time. In addition to that, my father is invited to gathering lunch at one place, the opening ofa sporting Gym, and to a Lecture meeting about "Recycling Solid Wastes". Also, all happen to be taking place at the same time. Between weddings and public service meetings, I prefer public interest calls, but socially, weddings are not to be postponed and neglected.What can we do is either never attend anything, or take a slicer and start slicing ourselves in order to send each part to a direction to avoid criticism and powerful tongues.

Any one in my and our place, what can he/she do?
Its our culture and traditions, and we should never try to jump over them since it is still under social seige.

As to me, i will attend, and enjoy the weddings' arabic sweets and Chocolate brands that I have never heard of.

Test Blog

I think this is not a thing that worth interest. I am just doing some testing.

Mixed-up Feelings

I insisted to blog tonight because of many incidents i witnessed or i have got exposed to. Last time ididnt have the chance to read Brigid's blog, so i saved it to scan it later. Tonight, i found myself wanting to read and refresh my summer's memories that i will not forget ever, and i didnt find anything better that reading the saved version of Brigid's blog.

I can't mention how i felt when i started reading it, noting the magical poetic touch the Brigid adds to its sentences especially when it comes to dramatic moments, coz i know her well, especially when she gets sad, and needs to cry; She reminds me of my sister; i dont know why, but Brigid has something in common with my only sister, who i really miss coz she is living in Australia. Maybe it is her feminine, tender form, or her smooth speeches, or her nice spirit that makes me attached to her, even without knowing.

My mood changed, i felt sad and lonely; Every incident the she mentioned in her memorial posts make me get back in mind to that period and remeber the nice times we had with the entire crew if i can relate it to AWOL, or to the class times when we used to meet with her on Thursdays.

I am very sensitive to everything that relates to Lebanon and to everybody who realizes the distictiveness of this country and its people. Its a country that just lacks political rest; Its people are as Brigid described, its nature is a mozaic peice of every single part of the world, its food is nutritious and makes everyone who tastes it attached to the soil that generated it. I realized how difficult it is to leave a place and go to another especially if you become related in one way or another to the people before any thing else of the neighborhood you used to live in for a period of time, full of all kinds of experiences and changes.

I think Brigid was lucky to have this trip in that timing. She witnessed how change can happen, how assassinations take place, how people react, explosions here and there, all that accompanied with the revolval of the ordinary wheel of life; everybody continued his/her usual way of life althought unrest was dominating.

I am mixed-up with all the feelings i am witnessing in this moment, i dont know if i should sleep carrying the same mood, or forget about it and move on; I really dont know, but what i can say is that i miss Brigid, really really, to an extent that i even didnt think that it could reach this level.

I will sleep, and.... keep it.

illness

It has been a long time since i last updated my little blog. Many reasons accumulated the hinderance of that action, from account expiration, to summertime enjoyment, to my relative's wedding, and many more.

Last Saturday, I attended my Khalo's wedding, and from that day on i am suffering from a cold with larynx infection, increased body temperature, sleeplessness,... and all the company of that bad desease. Today i still feel bad but its ok, i know that tomorrow will be better.

Every thingis opposing me this summer, the most important thing is my failing job-search. Every time i say, "yalla, thats it; I will probably get the job", then nothing happens and my crazy, old-fashioned mobile doesnt ring; Maybe, there is something that has to do with my mobile's model; I know i have to change it, to bring more luck to my bad-lucked luck.

I am days away from politics, i am not even opening television for any reason or another. I dont know whats going on locally, but i knew that King Fahed had passed away; By accident i heard that the Syrians had finally opeoed the borders and released the mask behind that terrible action. Their controveciality is known to everybody. It's not their national security, but it's their forever dream to downsize and overtake the Lebanese decisions. There is now a new fact that we are free and out of their direct infleuence, and they have to swallow sooner or later the sour pill.

I dont know if Beirut will be on my schedule for the comming week, but i have to go there to do some business. But the terrible humidity and the natural microwaved climate is pushing me away from it. I need to go out and enjoy Beirut's night life; i really miss it. So, i will see what i will do, either to conquer this weather, or it conquer me.