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term='Argument'/><category term='Conflict'/><category term='Lifestyle'/><category term='Disasters'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>°☼○When It All Started○☼°</title><subtitle type='html'>"The choices you make today dictates the life you lead."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-4265975611372259315</id><published>2011-11-17T00:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T01:00:43.065+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychiatry'/><title type='text'>I think I Finally Found My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never been one of those kids who figured out what they wanted since they were five. I actually thought that's a little bit stupid, and a lie. How can someone with the mind of a 5 years old figure out what they wanna be in life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never mind. I'm sure if I did a study on people who worked what they thought about when they were kids below 18 years old are less than 20% of my sample :p. So to be honest, I've hated to be focusing on one field. How life would be immensely awesome if I could work a completely different profession every month *dreamy look*.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course this is impossible. So when I reached high school, last two years, thinking so hard what would be the awesomest thing to study??? Not because I wanna help people -God I hate this annoying stupid answer so very much- and definitely not because I love medicine (internal medicine باطنة) and not surgery! I know what you're thinking of; "What the fuck is this girl doing here?" And the answer is, I chose medicine because I believed &lt;i&gt;at that time &lt;/i&gt;that it's the only field where you get to learn so very many things. And hell yea I learned so many things, but I don't promise you that I still remember any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, so yea now that I established that I disliked (not real hatred) medicine and surgery, that are the sole purpose of the existence of med school and got you asking what I'm doing here, I think I ought to give a detailed answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never thought ahead for further than 2 years. I just can't. So when I graduated from high school, all I ever cared about is choosing something that I'll &lt;i&gt;enjoy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;learning. Regardless of the job and other stuff. I was such a hopeless nerd you know :\. Three years passed and whenever I looked around I found people already deciding what they wanna choose for a career and I'm like &lt;i&gt;shit, am I in the right place? How come I never felt close to something or loved something? &lt;/i&gt;Well I did loved nervous system module. But then later I decided it's a no no because it falls under either medicine or surgery. I'm a lazy-minded woman I just can't do any of those!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then the horrible thing happened after the third year and I began to question if those three years where a complete waste of time? During the fourth year I thought about forensics a lot, but I guess it did need a stone-hearted person. I was just hard-hearted at times. Not stone though :p. So the year passed, vacation passed, and we began family medicine. Needless to say, it was a 5 weeks long nightmare. And even if I had the least intention of ever choosing it (because of financial issues :p) it was gone before I know it due to the amazing professional attitude of the doctors &lt;i&gt;*sarcasm*.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anesthesia was the-most-amazing-course after the CNS module in third year. It's such a shame that an awesome course as anesthesia is only 2 weeks long :(. They were just SOOOOOOO organized! After the horror movie that is called family medicine I craved a huge dose of organization. Tiny little note about their organization, you know how I always comment about printed power points and viewed word files?? And how it makes me tick to see docs misusing them? Well the anesthesia docs happen to copy-paste the lecture in a word file so it would be easy on the eye when you study &lt;i&gt;*faints* &lt;/i&gt;The funny thing, actually sad, even after what docs done and copy pasting, I found some girls printing the damned presentations and studying from them. When a girl asked them "why do you study from the ppt and not the word? They're both available" the girl answered that the ppt has &lt;i&gt;more space &lt;/i&gt;and this gives the illusion of &lt;i&gt;little to study&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;=______________=&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Needless to say that I wanted to stab that idiot! Really??? REALLY???? You've been&amp;nbsp;permanently&amp;nbsp;KAUized. The damage is done!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after two weeks of a sweet dream that's called &lt;i&gt;anesthesia&lt;/i&gt;, we woke up to experience yet another lovely dream that is called psychiatry. And people, I fell in love.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;It's just amazing how mind works. How drugs work, how some elements have a huge role on the creation of the illness, it's just plain awesome! You know the medical student who've seen some rare case and instead of feeling sorry for the patient they &lt;i&gt;involuntarily&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;felt happy that they encountered such a case before they die? Well I feel the exact same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many people say that psychiatry is horrible for millions of reasons. Some people say I'll end up being crazy if I ever chose it. I remember Mom reactions whenever I came up with a suggestion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I wanna be a neurologist!! :D"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Are you actually gonna treat people or just diagnose them? What's the point?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I wanna be a forensic doctor :D. That's final :D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"WHAT???? YOU WANNA HAVE GANGS AUCTIONING YOUR HEAD?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Okay Mom, last thing, and I won't change it, I wanna be a psychiatrist :D."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"And end up with the patients in the same ward?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But STILL, this is the only thing I'm passionate about -and genetics, I just realized, but never thought of it as a profession!- for now. It feels so good to find your lost love :p. I feel home again! I dunno how but at least when someone asks me next time "What do you wanna be?" I'd have an answer to shove it up their noses.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and read this doc's posts on &lt;a href="http://boards.medscape.com/.29fe2924/" target="_blank"&gt;medscape&lt;/a&gt;. She also has her own blog. But read the medscape one. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-4265975611372259315?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/4265975611372259315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-i-finally-found-my-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4265975611372259315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4265975611372259315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-i-finally-found-my-love.html' title='I think I Finally Found My Love'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-8528128769799280093</id><published>2011-10-30T21:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:55:22.199+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Yusuf Estes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never heard about this man before! I just got a mail from my brother giving me this video below and he's like "I thought it might be of your interest" and out of no where I was crying and obviously it was of my interest!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It just amazes me -every time, as if it's the first time- when I hear about the story of how someone converted to Islam. This Sheikh and this guy&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="goog_981631411"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-bible-led-me-to-islam.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_981631412"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; really really amazed me because how would think that the bible would be what lead you to Islam? It's not that complicated when they started talking about it, but it still &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;amazing how it worked out with them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when he said that after all this confusion, was this &lt;i&gt;"Please God, if you exist, guide me."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it changed after that! It just changed. I find it most inspiring to Muslims and spiritual non-Muslims to watch videos like these, I'm not the best of Muslims... NOT AT ALL!! And I really needed a huge dose of Eman and I got it. Right before I sleep. And it would be most impolite not to share it with all of you. If you liked the video, share it, you might inspire someone (Muslim or not).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good night and enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/5J-9dn3_hpY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/5J-9dn3_hpY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-8528128769799280093?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8528128769799280093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/10/yusuf-estes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8528128769799280093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8528128769799280093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/10/yusuf-estes.html' title='Yusuf Estes'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2568852133178187929</id><published>2011-10-17T23:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:38:43.132+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anesthesia'/><title type='text'>Sedate and Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh anesthesia. Oh how I love you. You're such an interesting branch. Too scary but I still love you. I fear you!! I really do!! But that won't stop me from loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;This was supposed to be rhymed and sung but since I suck at both, well there you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the first day in anesthesia. The first day after whole five weeks of stupid motivational pip talk that is called family medicine. I'm not sure how they got the title of &lt;i&gt;medicine&lt;/i&gt;. They don't deserve it! Actually, in the first or second lecture we learned that it was called family &lt;i&gt;practice&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and was changed to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;medicine &lt;/i&gt;later. Narcissistic assholes. Best thing is that the 5 weeks long nightmare is over now. I'm still scared. We we discussing few issues today and the module coordinator said that we sucked so bad and that every girl got a much higher grade than what she deserves and that we're the worst among all previous batches. Oh how I want to slap him! That liar. If there's anyone who deserve the title of &lt;i&gt;queen of nerdness&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;then &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;batch girls would win it effortlessly!! And there he goes saying we were the worst! Not just bad, but the worst!!! Narcissistic assholes! The whole department is made out of these people! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*If I talked about my fantasy fights with them it'll take another long post*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't really have to tell you how my exams went. They both sucked. The OSCE and the written. The OSCE exam was made of 6 stations. The last of these stations was the &lt;i&gt;log book validity&lt;/i&gt;. Basically the doc reads your log book, asks you questions, see if you're &lt;i&gt;the one&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;who took the case and managed it or whatever or not. They don't know obviously that I have a gold fish memory! I have amnesia and I don't remember anything at all! I didn't remember anything back then too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I started with the diabetic patient counseling, or consultation. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;You know that the department suck big time when the rotation ends without poor student knowing the real difference between counseling and consultation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Best thing that the simulating patients (interns) were helping us A LOT. She asked me more than me talking to her which was really good. There was no awkward silence that is absolutely hated during these times. But have no fear darlings, all this absence of awkward silence was well-compensated for in the next stations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second room I got into was about &lt;i&gt;breaking bad news to a patient who is newly diagnosed with breast cancer.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dudes and dudettes, you have no idea how many times have we practiced this! Twice with the doctors on two separate occasions and once or twice alone. Yet, I had the worst mental block I could ever get!! No really! It was horrible. I never wanted to be swallowed and buried down like that day! You know after telling the diagnosis the doctor must &lt;i&gt;pause &lt;/i&gt;to give the patient time to absorb the information. And as &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/zwinkwink"&gt;Jameela&lt;/a&gt; said; we paused, and paused, and then paused again. And I guess that I took only 90 seconds to deal with the thing. The rest of it was the most horrible awkward silence ever! I was even relieved when the bell rang. I mean screw this! It felt stupid and horrible!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third station was patient with backache, perform examination. I did what I know. Then the doc said there's something missing. We exchanged looks until the bell rang. I fucking hate these moments. Couldn't feel more horrible wallahi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fourth station was counseling or consultation to a HTN patient. I'm like bored and consumed and I no longer care what I look/sound like. Again there was awkward silence, it's then when the patient/intern started to ask questions &lt;i&gt;(helping of course)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it went on smoothly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the fifth station. HEADACHE EXAMINATION! Now maybe I'm an idiot, but I'm not really well acquainted with &lt;i&gt;headache &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;examination!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I improvised. It can't get any worst after all, can it? It was messy, not organized, and I did what I thought it was good. And left!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LAST STATION! log shit validity. It was Dr. Ekram. Oh dear lord how I freaked out! She asked me about the 2 months old vaccines, I answered enthusiastically because obviously this was the only info I was sure of! Then she asked what's the difference between IM polio and oral. I answered in the most casual way &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;*I even shocked myself*&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"don't know :\."&lt;/span&gt; Then it went on as a discussion more than a real test and she opened the log book, and picked the worst case, badly written one! And asked me about. I gave her the I'm-too-lazy-to-comprehend-what-you're-saying look. Then she asked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"How much do you think you got?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Out of kam?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Out of 5 let's say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"I dunno maybe 2?? :\"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Okay ma3a alsalama :)... Oh one last question what are the ROM criteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;(bell rings)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;for diagnosing IBS?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;*Sighing heavily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"أنقزك الجرس!!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = "saved by the bell"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I gave her a weak yellow fake smile and dragged myself to the post exam room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I cried. Honestly, it had nothing to do with grades as much as it had to do with the MAJOR EMBARRASSMENT!! But meeeeeeeeeeeh. It's all over now. Pray&amp;nbsp;we pass! I'm that humble in my wishes :p o:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for anesthesia, though the title was meant to be for an anesthesia post, let's postpone that, shall we? Oh anesthesia is way too awesome to be talked about here with the family medicine post!!! It should be sung in a well composed song by Adele. Oh yes this is how much I love anesthesia. Even though I'll never ever be an anesthesiologist. Ever! EVER! But I love it. Very much &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a good night sleep and salam :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2568852133178187929?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2568852133178187929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/10/sedate-and-relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2568852133178187929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2568852133178187929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/10/sedate-and-relax.html' title='Sedate and Relax'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-4632080661272316080</id><published>2011-10-01T21:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:18:05.226+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blankness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seminars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><title type='text'>4th Week in Family Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today is the first day of the fourth week. Do you have any idea how creepy that is ಠ_ಠ (Anamil's favorite smiley)? that means next week is our finals! Yea doesn't feel good :S. Today also was the second day in the second PHC (Primary Health Care) center. Last three weeks we were in Prince Abdulmajeed Dist. PHC center and now we're in the National Guard PHC center. I've heard about NGH and I had NOOOOOOOOO idea that the PHC center is just as strict! From the first day we were divided into groups and given the schedules and all. Well I was in a PHCC before and I did NOTHING! merely one step of Hx or Ex but NOT THE WHOLE THING! And the docs were super lax there. Not that we took advantage of them Wallahi but we didn't more than expected! And the horror began today when everyone was in her subgroup. And I began with GP clinics. So the doc assigned each girl to a clinic. I am a very insecure girl when it comes to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;be thrown ALONE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Even if it's being thrown alone in a room! I freaked out. I understood what's happening and I freaked out more! The doc planned to throw us in the sea to learn how to swim in a the most non-delightful&amp;nbsp;way! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stood outside the clinic praying that it's some sort of a prank and the doc will come at least to assist me when I space out and forget something. Instead, the doc came and said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"Behave as a doc and speak with me only in English." &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;She didn't say it in an offending way but &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Behave as a doc? What was I doing earlier? belly dancing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow,&amp;nbsp;the nurse came and said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"do you want me to call the patient?"&lt;/span&gt; The horror shown on my face. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Can you call the doc instead??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I suppressed my shouts for help! I could see -or I might have imagined- her suppressed smile! Dunno really. I tried to swallow the huge lump in my throat but that was super difficult! She gave me the patient's file. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Thank you! Yes I can read files. I can read Hieroglyphic too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The nurse called the patient and I tried to calm myself. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Fadiah dude calm down you took care of patients before!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I think it's was the setting that freaked me out! In a ward &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;get to enter the patient's room. I dunno but I guess it felt like I can ditch the patient whenever I want to. But in a clinic, the patient comes in, and suddenly you feel that there's no way out! I know what you're thinking, my brain is functioning in a weird way. The patient came in and I took her Hx, what &lt;i&gt;is supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be Hx I'm really not sure what I asked O_O. It was the shortest, most defective Hx I could ever get. AAAAAAAAAH! And the Exammmmmmmmmm!!! My lord it sucked big time! Then the patient went out because she heard the other nurse calling on her daughter and she wanted to check on her, so I'm like &lt;i&gt;OK, I'll be here.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The doc came in a minute or so and gave me a look of blame and said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"Where is the patient??!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I swear I didn't kill her! &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"She left to check on her daughter."&lt;/span&gt; Said Fadiah with the weakest voice ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doc: "Tell me the Hx."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: "Blah blah............."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"And?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;*Looking at the ceiling and noticing all the cracks and different colors on the walls*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;"Blah blah...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Differential?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Please please God help me not to look like an idiot! I really hate differentials I always suck at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"This and that??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't remember what happened next. Oh yes, she got me a family R4 lovely doc. She is the nicest thing ever and she helped me a lot. Then all of a sudden she gave me the patient's file and said "Fill it up."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"WHAT?" Again, another panic attack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You took Hx and did Ex, write it down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I'm only a fifth year student, are you sure it's okay?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Said the really desperate Fadia-with-an-H. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;This is my new nickname by Anamil.&amp;nbsp;Unconsciously spreading awareness of how to correctly spell my name :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Just write it down, I'll sign."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me surrendering to the fact that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;have to write it all down and did it. But I don't guarantee it looked nice! I'm sure it's super messy and someone is checking the file and saying&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; "WTH??" &lt;/span&gt;but again, whatever!! The rest of the visit was okay. Then we went back to the college and prepared for our presentation. It's then when I got another panic attack and I began to sing &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bu3o3YaER0"&gt;"Follow the yellow brick road"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I don't really know why, but I guess I needed to sing a fast rhythm song or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow the girls started presenting, I was the last, and at 13:50 the doc said I only have 10 minutes. I hated her!! WHYYYYYYYY?? It's not like I had plenty to say but I didn't want her to force me with those 10 minutes. A control freak -as my friend loves to say e7m e7m- doesn't like to be controlled. I did good. Al7amdellah and the girls were pleased, SHE however didn't say anything as if she's gonna die if she said it was nice! Ha!! Die!! What a lovely idea at the moment!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Random thoughts:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Other friend of mine believes I'd make a good teacher, an Ablah!!! Yea I hate medicine I might wanna specialize in Anatomy or something :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-When I saw my pics I laughed my ass off, first the four of us -the presenters- were on the stage as if we're prisoners. Yea some drama! The doc wanted to ask us few questions and stuff. And laterrrrrrrr I realized I was doing like this dude in the pic, my hands were on a lower level though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1VEhQ_zH5I/TodWjWB6uDI/AAAAAAAAA8A/GdH5f-cgfcE/s1600/jendra.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1VEhQ_zH5I/TodWjWB6uDI/AAAAAAAAA8A/GdH5f-cgfcE/s1600/jendra.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I. FELT. HABLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Hahahahaha but those pics shall always be a good reason to laugh. 'Cause OH MY GOD the looks on our faces were simply priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm thankful to everyone who either videotaped us or took pics and for all the girls who really lifted up our moods before, during and after the presentation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand finally I'd like to tell you all that I'm taking the night off. Yea this is my way of rewarding myself hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-4632080661272316080?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/4632080661272316080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/10/4th-week-in-family-medicine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4632080661272316080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4632080661272316080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/10/4th-week-in-family-medicine.html' title='4th Week in Family Medicine'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1VEhQ_zH5I/TodWjWB6uDI/AAAAAAAAA8A/GdH5f-cgfcE/s72-c/jendra.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1264288500579303447</id><published>2011-09-11T21:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:54:36.241+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Medicine'/><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure what should i be talking about. It's been REALLY long time!!! Since I shared the lovely info of me passing fourth year, nothing else seemed so important :p. Nothing much happened. I went to hometown, stayed there 3 weeks. Came back to Jeddah. Took Umrah. Back to Jeddah :p. Went to Almadinah (here comes the fun), and finally back to Jeddah for the last time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our trip to Almadinah was supposed to be spiritual and &lt;i&gt;fun!!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, but well, grumpy people don't cheer up because they have to after all :p. Those were really difficult two days but I managed to have fun! I don't really know how! I even forgot what happened that upset me when I was there :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took so many pics, will upload whatever that is uploadable on my flickr and post it here insha Allah :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I worked on this &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fadiosis/sets/72157627646939058/with/6136885891/"&gt;1000 pieces puzzle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I worked on them twice before this time. And guess what, someone somewhere put them in the box and I always had to start over. It always caused me little infarctions! Ah, what can I say? So this time I started again, with vigor and&amp;nbsp;enthusiasm&amp;nbsp;and guess what happened? I almost reached the ending, but last weekend we asked Abbood (my youngest bro) to bring Fofi's cart. So he did. IN MY ROOM!!! And Fofi came in so excited and pushed the )(*#^&amp;amp; cart toward the board on which I put the puzzle pieces, and the next thing I know, a huge triangle of the low left angle was disconnected again. I left the room and I couldn't work on it again. I just can't. There's no picture for it because my heart won't let me hahaaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About my studies, we started family medicine. I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO wanted to start pedia or OB, but Allah knows best. Last year we started ENT and ophtha when I wanted SOOOO bad to start the clinical skills module. I on'y hated it because I believe a student's enthusiasm should be drained by bulky subjects. Not light ones like ophtha and ENT! AND MAKE NO MISTAKE, I don't mean &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that family medicine is &lt;i&gt;light.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm just saying that OB and pedia are probably worth draining energy and enthusiasm on. But then again, Allah knows best. Hope it all turn out to the best I'm just way too exhausted already =_=.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, I have a Filipino friend who'd like to convert, and I'd like to gather all info and important booklets about Islam and give it to her :). Please bloggers help!!! I'd also love to email her few links -preferably in Tagalog- about how to pray and the meaning and purpose behind every act of worship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you lovelies :*. And see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Note: I tried uploading the pics but something went wrong. This new picnik is driving me crazy. Promise you I'll post them in flickr inshallah soon :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1264288500579303447?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1264288500579303447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-time-no-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1264288500579303447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1264288500579303447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5523190642026122693</id><published>2011-08-04T10:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:21:48.018+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello my dearest loveliest readers :D. I must apologize for not posting for a very long time (if you care). I've been either busy, lazy, or blank. There wasn't much to talk about. My last post was about my OSCE so let me update you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With all thanks given to Allah I've happily and proudly passed this hideous horrible year. Alhamdolillah! My scores were really high considering the lost world I've lived for the three years before this one! I'm thankful that I learned my lesson even though it was the very hard way!! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;*read my really old posts if you dunno what I'm talking about*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to my hometown. Stayed two weeks and went back to lovely, hot, damp Jeddah. I missed it and I love it with all its negatives. Hehehe. And Ramadan Karim all!! I'm not the first to say it, that I must confess, but at least I said it :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I don't really have something to talk about in particular!! I've watched few movies and read few books. This post is gonna be a mash-up I'm telling you from now hehehe. I watched &lt;i&gt;Incendies&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;recommended by dear Khaleda. If you have a weak heart I strongly suggest that you don't watch it :D. The only reason I didn't weep was that my sister was sleeping right next to me. But yea I guess after all it's a must watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The books I read, I guess they're all three after all :\. I don't remember when did this laziness progress, but it's dangerous indeed!!!! The first book was in Arabic. I guess I found a translation for it once I'm not sure. I'll search again if you ask :p. The book's name is &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;حوار مع صديقي الملحد&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = conversation with my atheist friend&lt;/i&gt;. Written by Dr. Mustafa Mahmoud may he rest in peace. Now I've seen the book first in my friend's -&lt;a href="http://maryiarito91.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_30.html"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;- blog. She wrote about it. I was mesmerized but again, busy/lazy mental state and I forgot about it. Until few weeks back when another friend emailed it to me. I don't even know how she knew I wanted it :|. So I read it. And my oh my. You know as Muslims (probably born Muslims) you take things as it is. You never think why, or how, or what's the point of this or that. 'Cause mostly you think it might show some disrespect to Allah if you question His teachings. But somehow, these questions one way or another cross our minds. And they better get some satisfying answers before it's too late or too complicated, unless your faith is unshaken mashallah and you don't really need justifications. This book, might not answer most of these questions that cross our minds, but it answers the important ones at least. And the fact that he -Dr. Mustafa Mahmoud- was skeptical himself made him even more credible to write what he did. I say it's a must read whether you're skeptical or a strong believer, I really believe this book would benefit us all, provides us some really strong cut to the point answers when we're struck by a question and forces us to contemplate over every single thing. 'Cause I believe answers come easily to those who've searched a lot! I've never been this happy after finishing a book nor enthusiastic like I am with this one. I'm now more inclined to read all his books!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other two books were novels. I read first, &lt;i&gt;Curtain&lt;/i&gt;. Agatha Christie never ever ever fails to entertain me!!! This woman is a really piece of work. I won't be much surprised if I learned later that she murdered few people and nobody knew about them :\. Now if you're familiar with Agatha and her list of novels then you probably knew that &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Curtain&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is her last book. And Poirot's last case too. And maybe I'm an idiot, but even with the fact that it's his &lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;book I never guessed who did it :p. But if you never read for her, then I suggest you read anything but the last. You have to accustom your mind and thinking to her style first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last book that took really a very long time, is &lt;i&gt;Chromosome 6&lt;/i&gt;. Read it like at the beginning of the year in Med07's library. But never came back for it. And remembered it only few weeks ago too. It's a really entertaining book especially if you're a medical student.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other thing I'd like to share since I'm having a serious trouble with finding ebooks with the .epub format, I must say that I came across a really lovely &lt;a href="http://www.ibooks.ae/?page_id=14"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; from a guy/girl today and I'm so happy and proud to have made my first epub book hehehehe. With the cover too :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, inspired by the lovelies &lt;a href="http://purple-headphones.blogspot.com/"&gt;Asmaa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://khaleda.tumblr.com/"&gt;Khaleda&lt;/a&gt; I decided to unpuzzle my puzzle that I kept on hiding for almost three years now. Wish no one messes with it or I'll go grenades over his head &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is pretty much it. No Ramadan spirit showing? Well I must admit that my period started with the month, my circadian rhythm is completely messed up, so there you go. It won't feel like Ramadan until my period ends :p. But have a nice spiritual month and pray for all of us. And don't forget to donate to Somalia :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mwaah take care. ♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5523190642026122693?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5523190642026122693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/08/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5523190642026122693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5523190642026122693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/08/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back??'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2554279799090162875</id><published>2011-06-22T01:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T01:59:29.646+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alhamdolillah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Early Vacation Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;YELLOOOOOOOOW BLOGGERS!!! How's everyone? Really? Is you okay? Is you? Good, 'cause I wanted to know! &lt;i&gt;*Guess who said that and you'll be earning two points :p*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;First, I'd like to welcome &lt;a href="http://drshaguftamufti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr. Shagufta&lt;/a&gt; for starting blogging. Be patient, her blog is half empty now. But start following all :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;So guys, I didn't tell you how everything went and somehow I feel obligated. Not that any of you cares *Prove me wrong* but I feel the need to write it all down. Yesterday was my final OSCE wohooooo. And I was super nervous because there's a high chance of looking like an idiot. Even though the examiner should be as silent as a table. But I was still nervous about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;I slept two hours only. I was in the morning group. So I thought we'll get done fast. But we didn't. The exam started like 9 when it was supposed to start at 8 sharp. What can I say!!! So when we started I looked like a lost puppy. There were four stations. I went to #4, then #3, then a girl just entered room #3 and the doc in there *Siraj Wali&amp;nbsp;♥* said "Girl, RELAX. The exam is super easy. It's a test for minds." He wore the most impressionless face ever. How could I believe him? I was freaked out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;I entered room #4. I dunno the doc's name. It was examination of chronic liver disease. I'm like "yaaay, I just revised that!" But somehow, every step I make, every move was interrupted by the doc's commands "Doctora, please perform a focused examination." "Doctora, please focus." "Doctora, don't you wanna see something else in the hands?" "Doctora, there's something else to &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;before moving on." And I was a volcano inside. He was the most adorable thing ever. But I went really blank!!! I didn't know what else to do. So I suddenly gave up and said REALLY loudly "There's nothing else to inspect for I'm going to start palpation!!" I said it in one breath and pushed my hand in the poor guy's abdomen!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;The doctor smiled and said "Ok" and I was really about to cry. I ran out of time &lt;i&gt;*which is five minutes*&lt;/i&gt;, and it was my first station :( but the doctor felt kinda sad for me. And he said, "&lt;i&gt;Benti, &lt;/i&gt;just relax".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;I moved to station #1 now. It was history taking. The doc is familiar. But I forgot his name :S. He's super nice wallahi though. And it was written on the paper &lt;i&gt;*Mrs. Joy is 30 YO woman came complaining of bleeding when passing stool.*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; My eyes, somehow magically, stopped at the word *Passing*. As if the last word didn't matter!!! Half of the time I was taking history of Hematuria!!!! The doc looked at me with a frightened look when he thought I was utterly hopeless, and said "&lt;i&gt;PLEASE&lt;/i&gt;, read the question again!" And I read it. I was really about to shout and cry!!! I, somehow, didn't! And managed my way to ask most of the questions related to bleeding per rectum. The doctor was nodding enthusiastically when I got a &lt;i&gt;really&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;relevant&amp;nbsp;question. And when I ran out of time, I managed to look cool and shook the patient's hands and said thanks to her. It is graded to do that! And I didn't do that in the first station!! Yea!! And then the doctor told me that I was super good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Station #2. It was peripheral vascular exam. I FUCKING HATE THIS THING!!! I was freaked out because I really really hated it. So I did what I know. Also a really nice doc was the examiner. He gave us the session of peripheral vascular exam. And when I was done, he looked at me and he said "There's one more thing and you'll get a full mark." I'm such an idiot!! I should've said femoral bruit but somehow I was all shy :\. He said "inspection, palpation, percussion................" looking around the ceiling and then I yelled "FEMORAL BRUIT." I said to myself &lt;i&gt;*NOW you're sure.*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;He grinned and said "Rabbina m3aki" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Last station, #3. Dr. Siraj Wali :D :D :D. I told him nervously and loudly "slamo 3laikom! I washed my hands." He's like "6ayeb 6ayeb haddi a39abik." And I read the paper. They scratched the question and wrote another one and I took a while longer to make sure I'm not reading the old questions, or commands or whatever. Once I knew it's neuro, I took my tools up! Like a soldier I spread my tuning forks and my hammer. And again, the doc looked terrified. Not seriously though. Hahahahaha. When I started testing for hearing, I struck the tuning fork really bad, and the doc said "shwaya ya benti beshwaaaaaaaish." I said "SORRY :S" I finished. He said "Are you done?" I said yes. He said "Are you sure there's no cranial nerve 13?" &lt;i&gt;*The task was to examine cranial nerves from 8 to 12*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I said "No :\" He rolled his eyes and said "ENDING?" I'm like "OOOOOOOH," I grinned at the fake patient and said Thank you :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Dr. Siraj looked at me and said "First girl to finish in 3 minutes!!" I didn't finish in 3 minutes, he made me skip lots of stuff! Me: :D. He said "Are you related to Dr. Aisha Alghamdi?" I said "No." He said "Good, if you're related I'm gonna take a mark out!" I laughed nervously and Thanked God I had those set as my examiners. They were awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;My friends were telling me about who they got. I'm like WHHHEWWWWWWWWW. Ya rabbi laka alhamd :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Then we went to chilies. I LUFFFFF their desserts, really!! And 2 hours ago I was at Lamis's house!! WOW!! Awesome party. Like really really awesome!!! :D I'm glad I went there even though we didn't spend much time &lt;i&gt;*Four hours!*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;I wanted to tell you about the feedback that I didn't attend! But naaaah it'll probably raise your blood pressure. Stupid girls. Wish they fall on their asses!! Dr. Amr is a really nice man :D. He gave us our 50s back! I was one of those who lost their name tags. And when we asked for new ones they &lt;i&gt;*the secretaries* &lt;/i&gt;said we should pay 50 s.r!!! Can you believe the robbing? Fuck them all. Thieves! So today Dr. Amr gave the subleader the money. And she gave it to me :D. He's a really kind man but I wish his kindness would stop right at those stupid girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Never mind!! It's summer y'aaaaaaaaaaaaall have fun whoooaaaooooo!! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2554279799090162875?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2554279799090162875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/06/early-vacation-rants.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2554279799090162875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2554279799090162875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/06/early-vacation-rants.html' title='Early Vacation Rants'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1122348641778568861</id><published>2011-06-07T18:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T18:36:26.169+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patients'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Case Presentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that I really have much to say. Me writing this post is a way to &lt;i&gt;elongate&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my happiness hours. Remember how sad the last post was? Oh this one is quite the opposite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So in this course we were supposed to present three cases and I. HATE. CASE. PRESENTATIONS. I think &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-i-miss-you-guys-lot.html"&gt;I have mentioned why&lt;/a&gt;! So when I got sick last week because of stupid pharyngitis, I really secretly planned to ditch case presentation III, even though it's graded! Not that it was difficult, but you know, for the sake of ditching!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when I showed up on Wednesday (the annual party day, in which btw we had lots and lots of fun) the girls told me how awesome the doctor was. The doctor I was suppose to present my case to. The doctor who Ohood presented her case to. I was really angry at them. What a mean thing to do as telling your friend how much awesomeness she missed!!! And I got angry that I didn't push myself to attend the other day and present! But then, I said ma3 nafsahom, never mind, I don't have to present a third case.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That would really happen if my friends weren't such &lt;strike&gt;assholes&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;nerds! A student can present only two cases!!! Anything more than that would be a condition of nerdiness. And my group mates, some of them, presented four times! Why? To make sure that they get the super A plus. Mashallah! I don't envy them. I just mentioned that to show you how much I hate the guilt they're causing me. It's really difficult to be yourself when everyone around is super nerd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So on Saturday the leader (Morooj) was like, JUST PRESENT!!! You already have guaranteed your marks just present for the heck of it. Obviously Morooj doesn't know me -_-. I don't do stuff, i.e. CP and nerdy stuff, just for the &lt;i&gt;heck of it.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I drink coffee and sleep immediately for the heck of it, I belly dance for the heck of it, I sing in Japanese and French &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;*I suck at both*&lt;/span&gt; for the heck of it, but I NEVER present a case just for the heck of it =_=. Nevertheless, I did prepared a case, the cutest patient alive. She's 32 and she looks 16 mashallah. The happiest, most patient, tolerant patient ever. She felt like a sister and I only talked to her THIS Sunday. And she's Bukhari. Did I tell you that I'm definitely marrying a Bukhari dude? They're adorable!! FIND ME ONE!! Hahaha. So she really really helped me a lot. She was well educated about her condition, which is something you don't really see in lots of patients regardless of their age and education status. And I simply was in love. And I tried to do what &lt;a href="http://lujayna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lujayn&lt;/a&gt; suggested in her comment on the my last post, I visited patients &lt;i&gt;for the heck of it&lt;/i&gt;. I said 'bye' to this patient because she's to be discharged today, and I might not see her tomorrow. And when I presented her case, I was really nervous because -again- I have no idea what the doctor is like. I presented quite quickly, I was extremely happy that he didn't like extra gerger. You know how medical doctors love to hear (no vomiting, no diarrhea, no no no no) and you end up wasting your time over stupid negatives. This doc was awesome, he kept saying, skip, no need, skip, next. I loved him for that :p. And I heard he LOVED mentioning the hospital course part, and so I decided to do that :p. Guess what? I think he gave me a 95 because of that. Hahaaaaaaa. He kept saying how &lt;i&gt;excellent&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my presentation was and how pleased he is of our awesomeness :p. Needless to say, I danced all the stupid victory dances today!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I thought (somewhere this week) that I saw a high school friend in a corridor in the surgical ward, I forgot the girl's name, but because I was hyper with happiness after presenting my case, so I thought I could transfer some to a patient. I looked up the admission book, in hope that I'll remember the girl's name, I didn't. But I did checked the age of the patients and I found her immediately. I sat with her for nearly half an hour. She was so happy to see me coming out of nowhere. It felt sooooooooooooooo good to revive a friendship from highschool. And it just felt good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, I could finally understand how people loved Medicine (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;باطنة&lt;/span&gt;). Apart from the fact that having enough knowledge makes lots of things make sense, connecting with patients directly, feels good. Really good :). Thank you Lujayn. Really, awesome advice. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So in 10 days, I'm gonna have my finals, pray for me people. This will be the first OSCE ever and I quote Ghada when she said (My prestige is in danger), we really have higher chances at looking like idiots, which I highly don't prefer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1122348641778568861?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1122348641778568861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1122348641778568861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1122348641778568861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-3775952056980057993</id><published>2011-05-31T01:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:20:05.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Rants About The End of The Term</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Medicine is consuming, guys. I have reached the stage where I stopped advising young girls/guys to major in medicine because it's awesome blah blah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know this is a very depressing post, I advise you not to continue reading if you're in a bad psychological condition. All I could think of lately, is what if! What if I chose a much easier major to study? What if I had more than what I have now? Would I be happier? More satisfied? Content? The truth is I can't find an answer. My feelings are fluctuating from an hour to another. I can't settle down and it's KILLING me. Literally!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We started this year off with the smaller rotations, i.e. lab, radio blah blah. And after the rains and stuff, we started the clinical course module. The glorified course that everyone promised me that I'll enjoy it to the max. First, I realized that I love starting with the bulkiest rotations and end up with the stupid ones, ending ophtha and ENT first felt bad, because I wanted to get done with the major stuff, al7amdellah though. Second, the medicine (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;باطنة&lt;/span&gt;) not medicine the (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;طب&lt;/span&gt;) is the worst thing anyone could ever study. Regardless of how they portray it awesomely in House and whatever other medical shows, it's just extremely depressing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From an emotional point of view, having to see patients being depressed because they &lt;b&gt;don't &lt;/b&gt;know what they're having feels like crap. Having to see elderlies are alone and in a bad condition *since it's &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;a private hospital*, those people who were once strong, and independent, and taking care of families, it's just a heartbreaker. Walking in the pediatric ward is even more heart breaking. And I only did that once, since pedia and OB part was removed from this rotation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Call me weak, call me stupid for choosing medicine. I honestly believe that if I had the slightest idea about how I'd feel now, I'd probably won't choose it. I hate stress. Five years ago I'd be killing to be stressed, I believed, at that time, that I'm a workaholic, but it was&amp;nbsp;circumstantial. When I reached what I wanted *I.e. being a med student* I became more lax about lots of things. Until one point, I failed pharma. I'm sure by now you know the whole story. And now reliving the stress again, feels horrible. I'm not enthusiastic about the future. I just said I hated medicine! How am I to be excited about anything that comes after it? Life has become so boring for me. I wanted to learn French, I wanted to dedicate a year or two to drawing and painting, I want (new wish) to learn how to play piano. I don't wanna start doing those things when I'm 40. I wanna do them now. And I hate that I either don't have the full support to it, or I'm in a constant bad mood or whatever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how I feel now? Like there's a huge web of thoughts in my brain and I need to untangle them one by one but I'm too tired to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last request;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; medical students who still have enthusiasm, who are depression-free *even mildly*, please tell me what to do? And how do I get rid of these black thoughts?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-3775952056980057993?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3775952056980057993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/05/miscellaneous-rants-about-end-of-term.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3775952056980057993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3775952056980057993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/05/miscellaneous-rants-about-end-of-term.html' title='Miscellaneous Rants About The End of The Term'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1438880347848973897</id><published>2011-04-25T18:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:38:19.411+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>God I Miss You Guys A LOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ELLOOOOO ALL!!! HOW ARE YOU?? I really really miss every single blogger and every single post and I hate the fact that I'm so busy to check my blog and stuff. So how are you guys? Doing great? Good :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So obviously I was busy (emotionally and physically and mentally) with university. I keep hating medicine the more I study it. But then, some tiny spot in my heart keeps loving it because the more I &lt;i&gt;study&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it, the more it &lt;i&gt;makes sense!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you see how bipolar I am about it. Two days ago I was panicking about presenting a case. Especially when I really never even presented a history. The reason was the fact that docs always always make you feel like nothing but an idiot. You do your best, you follow a form, but somehow you manage to blab out the worst sequence of information that they're looking for. So I did nothing about it. I kept taking histories from patients but I never presented any. And Yesterday was my first &lt;i&gt;scheduled &lt;/i&gt;case presentation. And dear Fadda still never got over her fears :). And when I have a mental monster that I don't face, I end up panicking about pretty much everything. I'll skip that part 'cause it was extremely ugly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, yesterday the doctor didn't come. My panic was&amp;nbsp;aggravated&amp;nbsp;by the fact that I dunno who the doc is, I never seen him, not in a session nor a lecture, and I have no idea what he's like :\. So I was really really concerned. Then the session was postponed to today afternoon. And the leader said that the doc didn't come too. I HATED HIM! I wanna get DONE for God's sake! Then another doc came, and he thought he should give us diabetic foot examination. And my heart skipped a beat. I really really wanted to get done! I took my case on Sat and I have no idea how it sounded like, I just wanted to get over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So he was like :\, "oh really?" then he took the evaluation forms, (because Dalal was presenting with me too) and I started.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Wide Grin*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THE DOCTOR WAS THE CUTEST THING EVERRRRRRRRR ♥. I wanted to hug him. The first time is not graded but still I was afraid and stuff, and he was so kind and he correcting me without making me feel like an idiot. If I was presenting this in front of other docs (i.e. Majed Mansouri) I'd probably end up sobbing and cursing and dropping out of medical school. Which was what I really thought of two days ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But alhamdolillah :D. It went all well. And he gave us imaginary scores of 95/100 :). I couldn't be happier and more satisfied. Of course there's a million other thing to talk about but this is the most worth-telling thing for now. About dropping out of medical school, even though I thought really really about it, I found out that I'm simply too lazy to start over!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and see you guys later :D. *has lots of posts to comment on!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1438880347848973897?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1438880347848973897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-i-miss-you-guys-lot.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1438880347848973897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1438880347848973897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-i-miss-you-guys-lot.html' title='God I Miss You Guys A LOT!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5009307005385283438</id><published>2011-04-07T19:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:18:15.774+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Tags by Silla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Food – Everything. Depends really on the mood. And most importantly no mixed flavors! Must be stuff that get along together :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Color – Everything as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Animal – None.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sports – None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dessert – Everything, must be coupled with Arabic coffee though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pair of shoes – Anything comfortable and looks great on my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outfit – Anything that'd look sexy on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brand – None.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perfume – I'm in love with Miracle from Lancôme, but I could really use anything else. J'adore, Irresistible are awesome as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Accessory – Ummm, I'd say anything, but now I'm more obsessed with earrings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;City - Ummm, Jeddah?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hobby – Drawing, reading, designing, contemplating counts?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beauty Product – Anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Snack – I find it difficult to choose snack. I follow an all-or-none law, hence, snacks don't fall under category for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holiday – Fitr Holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Movie – They're too many to mention here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Song – Too many as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guilty Pleasure - To me, if it's guilty, it ain't pleasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tag whoever wanna be tagged, and thanks dearest &lt;a href="http://iamfarsilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-favorites-tag.html"&gt;Silla&lt;/a&gt; :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5009307005385283438?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5009307005385283438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-favorite-tags-by-silla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5009307005385283438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5009307005385283438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-favorite-tags-by-silla.html' title='My Favorite Tags by Silla'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5812229549216550133</id><published>2011-04-04T19:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:28:58.600+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forensics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Did I Tell You How much I Hate Coffee Stains?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;You know how much I hate stains? On whatever surface, I still hate them. They're annoying,&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;and all. Guess who got a HUGE coffee stain on her WHITE lab coat today? You guessed right my dear. You guessed right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;So I went to the hospital having my morning gossip session and catching up with girls I didn't see in a long time. Discussing one topic after another and jumping from this to that. I dunno what lead us to forensics, but she (a girl named Raghad -she's the loveliest thing ever) asked &amp;nbsp;me if I'm considering forensics as a specialty. I'm like "For me it's one of the few things that make sense and they're fun and interesting and blah blah." Her eyes were as wide as Arabic coffee's cups (it's why we say 3yonaha mofanjana :p) expressing how odd it would be for a girl in KSA -where social life comes first- to choose forensics. I'm like "Why, what's wrong with it &amp;gt;:\?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Her: "Nothing, :\ but it kinda hardens your heart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: "You mean makes you more aware about what messed up society you're living in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Her: "Laaaaaaaaa." And she has a musical tune when she says words with vowels, "I meant that a woman has to be gentle at heart, not so rigid and stuff."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: "In my analysis, when a woman takes a case of... let's say a girl who killed herself because of family probs and boyfriend issues and a million other things, wouldn't it make you more aware and more concerned with &lt;i&gt;how you should raise your kids?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hence, more gentle -as you say it- and caring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Her: "Well, I think it's gonna have the most negative effect on a &lt;i&gt;woman&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;than on a man. Remember Lina she told me a story about how a woman she knew had kids and her life changed about she chose something -I dunno what was it- but obviously &lt;i&gt;her heart was hardened.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I'm like, COMPLETELY against the whole thing. Those girls care too much :p. And I was really angry at how they thought of &lt;i&gt;'forensics hardens your heart, forensic blah blah. it at least makes you emotionally dehydrated if not stone-hearted.'&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm like STOP IT, YOU"RE INSULTING MY LUFF!!! So I got angry and I waved and somehow I hit the coffee cup and it all FELL ON MY LABCOAT. I was crushed to the core people. I hate being wet. I hate having my clothes sticky. IT SUCKS!! All I could think of is "Thank God I have my Abaya!!" 'Cause really, I'd do anything but walking in the corridors with half my labcoat being brown is NOT one of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;So Bayan told me that I can go in basement to get it cleaned. I'm like "Really? :\ They offer such services here?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Her: "Yea let's go, we might find the cute IT guys." *Blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: "MARRA MO WAGTEK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;We went down and I asked the guy if I could get my labcoat clean in less than an hour. I have no fucking idea where the hell did I think I was! The dude said "Yea, put your name." I &lt;i&gt;accidentally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;asked him "When will I get it back?" He said "In a day or two." In my head I'm like WTF? Don't you have emergency services or something? He said "You can choose from these labcoats over there and get it back by the end of the day." I saw the labcoats he's referring to. They were other people's labcoats, and they were yellow, some were dying, and my main complaint was that they were OTHER PEOPLE'S LABCOATS!!! Was he serious offering me to just &lt;i&gt;take&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;one of them? I'm LIKE NO!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;So, I had to do the inevitable. I went to the bathroom and washed my labcoat which was a MESS and then I called Lamis and asked her for a blow dryer :p. The girl was "Are you serious? What do you need it for?" And my heart was broken because I hate to explain the whole thing over and over. She laughed her ass off 6ab3an =_=. But never mind. I got to dry my labcoat, well not fully since Miss Lamis came late :@. But it was all okay. The first session was good. The second, not that much =_=. But I loved seeing Dr. Hind Fallatah yelling at residents and interns xD. You know as 4th, 5th year med student you're at the lowest level in the medical pyramid. So seeing those people get&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;in public is fun fun fun xD. Hahaha. Especially when one you hate one of them already :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Zat's it people. Next time don't get angry while you're drinking coffee. Just saying. Btw, I love Raghad and Lina with all my heart but they tend to be more of the "I'm a woman and I should be feminine till the last dying cell of me." :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Salams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5812229549216550133?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5812229549216550133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/did-i-tell-you-how-much-i-hate-coffee.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5812229549216550133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5812229549216550133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/did-i-tell-you-how-much-i-hate-coffee.html' title='Did I Tell You How much I Hate Coffee Stains?'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-3326930152383898817</id><published>2011-04-01T11:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:49:39.882+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>My Friday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think Rebecca Black is right after all. :p Fridays can be fun, fun, fun. Even though they're the day before Saturday, which is the first day in work week hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, guys you think I'll make a good song outta this? Btw Rebecca, even though she's an idiot, is the not the one to blame, I've wondered who wrote that messed up song and it turned out that &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/stopthepresses/392183/rebecca-blacks-not-to-blame-meet-the-man-who-wrote-friday/"&gt;the talking black person in the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is the writer. All I could contemplate about is HOW ON EARTH YOU GOT SO FEW WORDS TO SING WITH? Simple lyrics my ass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, I've always believed that I'm a morning person, but never really enjoyed my mornings since they're boring, and since sleeping tastes better. But this weekend, something changed, on Wed I slept at 11. ELEVEN PEOPLE!!! and I woke up 09:30 next day. It felt good to wake up early you know? I didn't experience that in a very long time haha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yesterday I also slept early, at 12:00... haha people it felt like heaven wallahi. I woke up at 07:30. And you the background music in cartoons that describes happy mornings :p. And how I wish I started studying or something. Yesterday I wasted my entire day reading neuroanatomy and NO it wasn't a continuous task. And no it wasn't a must, and NO it has nothing to do with my studies &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;. So you see why is it a waste of time. Anyhow, waking up this early felt really good, Faridah made us a good breakfast, her son jumping around, it was simply a happy morning ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then chatting with &lt;a href="http://justanotherpartofmypast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yaz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://iamfarsilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silla&lt;/a&gt;. Sometimes I wish earth was a smaller planet :p, which can't be since physics of the solar system will be messed up. But really, wish I can gather all of them and gerger with them for 6 hours. hahaa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdiy6IiQU3o/TZWPVII6j8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/Lgo0ofyYroA/s1600/DSC07259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="594" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdiy6IiQU3o/TZWPVII6j8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/Lgo0ofyYroA/s640/DSC07259.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Made by Faridah ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdYTmL_4l1U/TZWNzj1YvNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/kE0WhYA2lYM/s1600/DSC07256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdYTmL_4l1U/TZWNzj1YvNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/kE0WhYA2lYM/s640/DSC07256.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, that's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;شطائر &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for Abrar :p. hahaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XxS3jHajCo/TZWOoNymauI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Cm7eqeF3o3Y/s1600/DSC07257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XxS3jHajCo/TZWOoNymauI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Cm7eqeF3o3Y/s640/DSC07257.JPG" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you think I might survive a calm morning without my Arabic coffee ♥ The awesomest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay during the long hours since I woke up till the final version of the post -now- I managed to take a decent pic for the afghani member of the family Fofi.. it's shaken but never mind. haha there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qjllXBHCwA/TZWTGAG3aOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xXMqc6mUQAc/s1600/DSC07263++11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qjllXBHCwA/TZWTGAG3aOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xXMqc6mUQAc/s640/DSC07263++11.jpg" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's it for now. Jum3a Mubaraka and for those who'll &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;start their weekend, have FUN FUN FUN!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;P.s. you know it's getting really difficult for me to say FUN once :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-3326930152383898817?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3326930152383898817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-friday-morning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3326930152383898817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3326930152383898817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-friday-morning.html' title='My Friday Morning'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdiy6IiQU3o/TZWPVII6j8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/Lgo0ofyYroA/s72-c/DSC07259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-8620245567663345546</id><published>2011-03-27T01:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:32:29.979+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190711_1792481445289_1037228392_32032967_3266526_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190711_1792481445289_1037228392_32032967_3266526_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days ago -I know you're saying &lt;i&gt;why is she posting now?&lt;/i&gt;- I realized something huge. something that I hated myself for. Like really really, hated my brain for. I've been killing myself while drawing my clipboard a while ago. I planned to draw myself one at the beginning of the year. And I didn't find a clipboard with the specs I wanted. So I kept on postponing that till some day by mistake I went to the campus and found my dream board. And then I drew it which was good and all. A week after drawing it and uploading the picture to my FB account, &lt;i&gt;keyword: a week,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I noticed that the letter N is mirrored. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I noticed that I believed that no matter what, I'll never make the board of my dream.. you know.... I won't make it the one of my dreams. I felt so down. I told my friends and they're like "I thought you did it on purpose." And here's the sad thing, it's not that it looks ugly or something. It's the idea that there are FIVE Ns and I drew them all mirrored :(. I mean how come? How did my hands and eyes and brain fooled me and dared to NOT to tell me that I'm drawing it mirrored? Ehe ehe I felt betrayed wallahi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I blame Coca for that. Her board had a mirrored N too because she asked for it and I guess that my brain processed that boards are related to mirrored N or something. Uh it's just way to confusing and annoying. I no longer trust my eyes and hands T_T.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing to be disappointed about, the batch is trying to get a new leader, so one girl posted about "the reasons why she wanted to do that" and her post sucked big time. And I had an awesome comeback for that post but then something happened and I lost my comment then I wrote it again, by the time I was posting it the original post was deleted because the leader already quit. And I hated that, people have no sense of fighting. I needed a fight this weekend. I was just bored. And people kept on compromising. I hated that =_=. First time to attempt to be involved in an verbal fight and it got blown away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bored much? Yeah, I live on my daily dosage of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/glozell1"&gt;Glozell&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and The Big Bang Theory. Ah those people are awesome. Nerds and dorks but awesssome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;P.s. Off the record and everything, everyone in relationship (love, friendship, blah blah) please put effort to make it last. It kills me to know that a whole lotta years of of everything is done because someone refuses to say "Hi, how are you?" first. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-8620245567663345546?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8620245567663345546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8620245567663345546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8620245567663345546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-868043173185760762</id><published>2011-03-12T00:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:45:46.546+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handouts'/><title type='text'>Getting Rid of Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always love the moment when I start getting rid of old stuff. Make room for new stuff. And just tidy up the room that hasn't been cleaned for... let's say 4 weeks :p?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I'm trying to start clean and cool for the new and last block of this year, I decided to take a last look at my gigantic building of sheets to throw away everything that I won't need. I do that process much but the size is getting bigger, or I'm filtering in the wrong way. Anyhow, you know how I always love to write about my &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-oh-my.html"&gt;lovely memories &lt;/a&gt;all the time? Well this is what popped into my head when I was organizing my sheets yesterday. This is the initial size that I started off with. Obviously I kept few papers of real use :p. And the rest was thrown away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Xi0hNKhhWl0/TXqGTYveSdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/03HumbOgvqk/s1600/DSC07141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Xi0hNKhhWl0/TXqGTYveSdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/03HumbOgvqk/s640/DSC07141.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was sorting out the useful and useless sheets, I found few stuff that revived sweet memories, some were just horrible, and others simply don't deserve to be posted here anyway :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HlXnH9NQ0WA/TXqFWly1j1I/AAAAAAAAA40/rpnmupi1Pek/s1600/DSC07124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HlXnH9NQ0WA/TXqFWly1j1I/AAAAAAAAA40/rpnmupi1Pek/s640/DSC07124.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Starting off with the sweetest portrait of me ♥. Drawn by Alya my dearest friend. That was a pharma sheet. And I thrown it away -now that I realized it, I regret not keeping that piece of paper- and this sweet sketch is&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;the best memory of the whole course :'). I'm the one on the left btw :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XKgYea8qmEM/TXqEvyy2ykI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0EXUPumJoE4/s1600/DSC07121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XKgYea8qmEM/TXqEvyy2ykI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0EXUPumJoE4/s640/DSC07121.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how I'm obsessed with storing ancient stuff? If I had a huge garage, most of it would be wasted on NONSENSE. This is an example. Don't ask me how or why am I still keeping a biology handout from FIRST YEAR!!!! Those were awesome days though. I miss Dr. Nichols ♥. She had that sweet accent and always acted defensive xD. Hehehe. I miss biogenetics. Those two chapters were the awesomest :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wAPQyU5KLzI/TXqGEa-K2OI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4V3ggmQn_bE/s1600/DSC07140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wAPQyU5KLzI/TXqGEa-K2OI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4V3ggmQn_bE/s320/DSC07140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zbD_fg4FKQI/TXqE62zDjlI/AAAAAAAAA4s/srmcoWtj2AQ/s1600/DSC07122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zbD_fg4FKQI/TXqE62zDjlI/AAAAAAAAA4s/srmcoWtj2AQ/s320/DSC07122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6MbKGCGXImQ/TXqF9kisZlI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pnxhPOklNAI/s1600/DSC07137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6MbKGCGXImQ/TXqF9kisZlI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pnxhPOklNAI/s320/DSC07137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can see how I was obsessed with writing the word 'done' over every handout. It started as a reminder that I've read that handout. I know, plain sad :(. But then it became a habit :p. Then it was a sign of achievements LOL. Then it was venting. Because I remember I used to write *horribly done, sweetly done, slowly done =_=, funnily done :D, lovely done... etc* LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-n0yTKWzpPRI/TXqFIdtG-aI/AAAAAAAAA4w/HQ4TFEULVFI/s1600/DSC07123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-n0yTKWzpPRI/TXqFIdtG-aI/AAAAAAAAA4w/HQ4TFEULVFI/s640/DSC07123.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me trying to memorize the stop codons :p. LOOOOL I still can't find something catchy for UGA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IRP81xbGD3E/TXqFrQdM8LI/AAAAAAAAA44/TfMSEymf_LE/s1600/DSC07125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IRP81xbGD3E/TXqFrQdM8LI/AAAAAAAAA44/TfMSEymf_LE/s640/DSC07125.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coffee stain!!! And the hideous note that this handout is not enough blah blah blah shitttttttt :@.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D_w7JMerg9k/TXqF0ftBVtI/AAAAAAAAA48/cr1aRDdCaYw/s1600/DSC07128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D_w7JMerg9k/TXqF0ftBVtI/AAAAAAAAA48/cr1aRDdCaYw/s640/DSC07128.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as I always keep the funny for the last :p, A SERIOUS CONVERSATION OVER HERE PEOPLE!! AND IT'S NUMBERED!!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL wish I can tell what's hidden over there :p. But I think I know who wrote this, I can question her later hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AAAAAAnd that's it for tonight, lovelies :). I'm quite paperless at the moment. So happy that I got rid of all that crap. Good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite, because... there are literally tousands of dem, oh, and there's probably something in your closet :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The last line is quoted for a movie, if you're awesome enough tell me what it is. WITHOUT GOOGLING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-868043173185760762?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/868043173185760762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-rid-of-stuff.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/868043173185760762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/868043173185760762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-rid-of-stuff.html' title='Getting Rid of Stuff'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Xi0hNKhhWl0/TXqGTYveSdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/03HumbOgvqk/s72-c/DSC07141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-3960331123249026473</id><published>2011-03-10T19:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:51:05.431+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ECG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Post-Elective Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wow people! What an achievement! Can you believe that I have one subject only to go? I can't believe it!! It feels like I've started fourth year yesterday. Which is weird. Because this year is like the longest, and there were many mini-vacations because of the rains and stuff. Yet now that I'm going to start the last subject in this year, it all seem to happen a &lt;i&gt;while&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ago!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Since the last post was "Elective day Uno" and I haven't been telling much, let me update you :p. First of all, this course was the lightest thing I've ever took in my entire medical life :p. It feels like those 2 days courses you register and accounted for 14 CMEs LOL. We saw Dr. Kamal like 4 times only :p. In this week we saw him on Sat, then when we came on Sun, Mon, and Tue we expected to take sessions but didn't 'cause the dude is busy with the hospital management. Which is a serious issue here. I hate when they assign the docs for managing stuff. No one left for teaching :@. And those who teach are grumpy all the time. On Monday and Tuesday I got bored of it all, I need my daily dosage of Dr. Kamal :(. We were supposed to be at the echo and ECG all the time. But it's boring as the doc &lt;i&gt;down there&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is grumpy. The education process was tense, you know :p? So on Wednesday, we expected to get a little &lt;i&gt;tahzee2&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;since we didn't do much stuff waiting for Kamoola &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;*the docs nickname, by me :p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Few girls were still attending Echo, some were glued to the nurses who refused to explain the hows and whys about ECG leads till they gave up and explained :p. And others went to Cath lab and nuclear medicine. Those are not included in the course's objectives but the girls were acting &lt;i&gt;dawafeer -_-.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When I felt guilty and decided to follow them to the cath lab, I got lost. Let me tell you something about KAUH; IT'S A FUCKING MAZE!!!!!!!!! There's no way you could find your way by the stupid signs alone!! NO WAY!! Especially that there's two damned units of everything. Why is there nuclear medicine dept. in basement and ground floors =_=? Why? To add the confusion ya3ni? If I were a patient I'd lose every bit of patience I have and I'd dedicate my energy to explode this hospital :@. And when we asked the receptionists they're like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;"Follow the orange line."&lt;/span&gt; I'm like =_=, really??? Is this the wizard of Oz or something? Follow the yellow brick road =_=? Urrrgh. Never mind. I'm done with basement anyway :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So again, on Wed when we expected &lt;i&gt;tahzee2&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;from Dr. Kamal, well guess what :p? He didn't. But he was angry at the way few girls acted with. He examined us quickly by displaying few ECGs and we were supposed to give good analysis on them. He was awesome xD. The best thing when he kept saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;m3allima&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;aywa ya 7ajja Fadiah&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; LOOOL I was so proud of myself hahaa. And then he'd suddenly stop and say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;"who has the best girl's name? My wife is pregnant and I'd like to prepare few good names, provided they don't have the letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ي&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;د&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; You could&amp;nbsp;imagine&amp;nbsp;me then people. Dr. Kamal with a baby girl *_*. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;*Background; hearts and flowers, eyes; heart shaped, music; anything sweet :p*&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha and then he'd go back to evaluating us. We felt kinda down because we were answering the wrong answer every time. Then he said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;"You know you're brilliant, you're fourth year students and interpreting ECGs? It's like you're geniuses or something."&lt;/span&gt; We were like &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;_&amp;lt;, then our self-esteem went through the roof :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ah, sweet mini course is over. He gave us 98/100 each :p. Hahaha, didn't I tell you how awesome this dude is :')? I feel so happy and &lt;i&gt;rayga&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and all. Now I'm sorting the sheets I should be throwing, Damn it the community bag was the heaviest :p, I wanted to shout while throwing it &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*Die community DIE DIE DIE!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; But I calmly put the bag down and ran away from it as if it's infectious or something xD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And here I am now, preparing for za day after tomorrow, when the first day of the last subject starts. And then the fourth year would be over!! I'm so proud that I survived this long :').&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Until next time lovelies ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-3960331123249026473?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3960331123249026473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/03/post-elective-rants.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3960331123249026473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3960331123249026473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/03/post-elective-rants.html' title='Post-Elective Rants'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2865512576109953114</id><published>2011-03-01T02:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T02:18:48.180+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ECG'/><title type='text'>Elective Day Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People I hate the fact that I'm a whiny bitch lately, so if you're in a horrible mood you really shouldn't be reading this. I only write it to vent, twitter isn't enough I need to gerger a lot :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, so today's first day elective. YOU HAVE NO IDEA how I'm being told EVERY TIME that &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL ENJOY &lt;/i&gt;this course. I was like "they're saying this 'cause the doc is Kamal Ghalayeeni." =_= And I love him and respect him and all, but for some reason I believed that their excitement was for shallow reasons :p. So when I consulted my besties (Ohood to be so specific) I had a very long conversation and she got angry at me in the end and she said (girl u wanna the fullmark or the &lt;i&gt;benefit?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Why can't I get both?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her: ECG is good, you don't have to love it, you'll understand it and you'll get a 100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine =_=.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I registered, and I found in the website that the capacity is 5 girls. Impressive. I have to say that I really longed for what I call in Arabic &lt;i&gt;Rawagan&lt;/i&gt;. So I was looking for FOUR girls :p. Okay? Today I went to see 8 girls :D. And the tenth came after she was kicked out from ENT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND THAT leads us to other problem. Any clinic, department is just a fucking bunch of asses when they offer &lt;i&gt;an elective&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;course and they cancel it. You know why? 'Cause it's elective for us not you old&amp;nbsp;dinosaurs. You don't get to kick us students (not me, my friends) out because &lt;i&gt;you're available for male students of fourth year only!!!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;YOU KNEW THE SCHEDULE ya kilaaaaaaaaaab!!! If really all you cared about is &lt;i&gt;mixing&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;then why aren't you preparing your schedules well?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know this is extremely frustrating 'cause my friends really really really wanted ENT. I wish they were the ones who got with us =_=. Instead they went to plastics which frustrates them even more O_O. Well it frustrates me and I don't have anything to do with it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what else annoyed me? Oh yes, the accreditation people came today. I was talking to myself like "what will happen if I screwed this up? Dr. Kamal will probably shoot me, Prof. Alahwal will expel me, and what else might happen? Can I go nuts? I wonder how will this look on cameras." At that moment I saw a flash and I woke up from my thoughts. Damn it they were there for a minute only and I couldn't come up with an idea to ruin this :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why would I want to ruin the accreditation??? Well that's a whole another story. Let's start with the fact that our dear college is full of liars hypocrites multi-faced ass-kissers!!! :)And the funny thing is, that some students really really believe that those are putting lots of effort on this. And they act like they're&amp;nbsp;scarifying&amp;nbsp;for a very noble cause. Which I find extremely funny to&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;choose &lt;/i&gt;to believe a lie!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, I hate every girl right now. I hate docs who use 'mixing' as the only excuse to CANCEL A WHOLE FUCKING COURSE! I hate all the irresponsible people. I hate &lt;b&gt;the girl&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;who dares to sit at my table in the morning and talks to me when I'm in no damn mood to talk with anyone! Actually that's why I hate sitting alone. Because people dare to sit at my table!! =_=. And I don't like that. I hate the &lt;b&gt;other girl&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;who talks nonstop about everything and then says "what about you? You're silent all the time." Well how about you take a hint and shut the fuck up? Wouldn't that be great?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I'm taking this course with my girls. Every time I want to say "Ye7ammmmis :D." I turn my head to realize I'm totally alone (i.e. classmates aren't my friends) and stop smiling immediately. Hope tomorrow is better for us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One last thought, I love you Dr. Kamal ♥. You made cardio super awesome and you turned out to be something really awesome yourself ♥.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2865512576109953114?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2865512576109953114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/03/elective-day-uno.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2865512576109953114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2865512576109953114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/03/elective-day-uno.html' title='Elective Day Uno'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1338530289227136941</id><published>2011-02-19T22:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:56:56.662+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>I HATE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I can't believe this. I'm in a denial. Well I'm not, I'm suffering from abdominal pains that resulted from shock after hearing a bad news. I don't have an issue with presenting stuff. I really don't mind!!! But what I hate the most is when the schedule is done and all that and suddenly.... just suddenly one group chickens out and some other group has to fill in!!!! And who filled in? US!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I DID NOT DO ANYTHING!! I didn't even read that well. I know it's nothing but outlining, but the dude gives you less than 1 minute to talk and GRADE YOU ON THAT!!!! AND I"M SO FUCKING ANGRY. I need a day off. I'm sick, and I'm sleepy and I'm tired, and I'm sad and depressed now!!! And I have to go read for tomorrow's presentation???? And graded just like anyone else who's supposed to present &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IN THEIR ORIGINAL SCHEDULE???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I hope the group who switched with us get screwed. I really hope they get the worst scores in everything not just the presentation thing. I can't tell you how much I panicked about this! First they said there's no presentation to prepare for, just put the powerpoint file when you submit your work!!! Then when I cope with that they said THERE IS a presentation and you better prepare well since it's gonna inflict the whole group. THEN SOME BITCHES CHANGE THEIR FUCKING SCHEDULE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I HATE YOOOOOOOOOOOU. ALL OF YOU!!! AND I HOPE YOU GET SCREWED. I HOPE THE DOC GRADES YOU WITH THE WORST THING EVER IN THE HISTORY OF GRADING PRESENTATIONS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Once I know who's the other group I'll put them in my black list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; الله لا يسامحكم!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1338530289227136941?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1338530289227136941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1338530289227136941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1338530289227136941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hate-you.html' title='I HATE YOU'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-8769654602893205651</id><published>2011-02-17T14:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:30:04.942+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bioethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;People, I have a confession!! I'm having a serious trouble finding a title for my posts =_=. And I hate that. Medics, differential please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Anyhow, you know how my life is boring? I'm counting on what criminal minds ('cause we're still taking forensics), gossips, disgusting stuff I'd hear because that's pretty much it during the day. During the night, I'm either working on an SDL, PSL, or simply wasting my time. SDL: Self Directed Learning (which btw I believe the &lt;i&gt;self&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;word should be omitted, it's not used =_=). The PSL: Problem Solving Learning which is different from PBL: Problem Based Learning!!! This is really sad you know =_=. So many acronyms doesn't make the education system rock!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;So my weekend started yesterday and it was plain boring! I just took my HDD from Anamil and she's awesome. She stuck my HDD with lots and lots of TV shows, movies, EVERYTHING. And I'm like, my HDD is revived again! Hehe, so I began with HIMYM season 06. I can't tell you people how much I cried on the tiny stuff and on the fact that Marshall's dad death. Then when I realized that I needed more drama, I stared at the grey's anatomy folder!! Trying to remember whether I swore to watch it or not! Which still makes me feel guilty I give lots of oaths then I forget that I did so haha. Anyhow, I watched the first episode. Apart from crying on George's death and all, it was the worst drama ever!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;How on earth could I watch that thing for FIVE SEASONS! And I didn't skip any episode. I mean, EVERYTHING is overdone. I mean, Torres collapsing in the OR? I was like =_=. The gang laughs hysterically in George's funeral???? Salamat?? WTF??? It was horrible. And the worsssssssssst of allllllllllllllll, the mushroom head is metanne7a all the time!!! And refused to work??? I'm screaming in my head and all I could think of is &lt;i&gt;"lalalalalalaaaa mo ma3goool aiiiiiiiiiiish al haballllllll".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I couldn't go through the second one, I just can't. Grey's anatomy you're the worst medical show ever. You're even worse than Scrubs! And Scrubs -now- sucks big time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;To lighten the mood up a bit, I got a piece of information that will make you giggle if not laugh :p. Can &amp;nbsp;you believe how&amp;nbsp;dinosauric minds think? Sometimes, it's sad, others, it's plain funny! You see we have ethics final on sat, and because of the rains and stuff we were supposed to take a mid exam but we didn't. Actually we're used to &lt;i&gt;one-exam course&lt;/i&gt;. Duh, it's not like we need our grades to be distributed fairly or something. So it was first on Tuesday (2 days ago) and then girls wanted it to be on Sat, and I have no fucking idea why. The whole curriculum is 5 lectures and extensive blabbering about nonsense. It's even worse than the communication skills course we took in second year! But girls thought it was a complicated subject -ethics I mean- and hence they wanted A WHOLE WEEK -the current one- plus the weekend. WOW! I'm astounded!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;So I really really believed it's one exam, one paper, one of everything. The joke just began, we'll have mid and final papers. NOT TOGETHER, separate, it's like &lt;i&gt;hey, let's play a mind trick, now take your mid exam, get a 10 minutes rest, then start your final one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Or it could be like, &lt;i&gt;you know we couldn't just combine the questions together that's why you'll take two papers in the same time. One for mid, the other for final.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I dunno if you see what I'm seeing, I remembered that I laughed so hard about this! It's like the stupidest thing ever!!! Why the hell wouldn't you give us the exam in one paper? It's the same subject? And it's not like practical theoretical part, they're all&amp;nbsp;theoretical. And the other annoying part, it's a mid-term!! The whole thing is wrong! It's not &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-term, we're taking it in the end of the course! And it's not mid-&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;term &lt;/i&gt;because we finish stuff quickly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;So it's both funny and annoying. Eventually all I did is wondering how the hell those people got to be in charge! It's a riddle :\. Bunch of 1000 years old idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-8769654602893205651?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8769654602893205651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/people-i-have-confession-im-having.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8769654602893205651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8769654602893205651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/people-i-have-confession-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-3562472837271669399</id><published>2011-02-13T20:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:10:15.840+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forensics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiology'/><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I really have nothing to rand about. My scores for the whole semester are finally out!! I got 2 Bs, 2Cs, and 1 D =_=. And you know the annoying thing is that I got a D in radio. Even though I studied real hard on that stupid subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, our logbook is done!! Yay us! Got to get the SDL thingy ready too. I can't wait to finish this lousy term (in my mind we didn't finish it yet 'cause the subject isn't done yet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On anozer account, I feel really sad that there's no forensics elective :(. Yesterday I was checking the branches of forensics and they. are. A LOTT. And I got really excited. Especially about the toxicology part. It's really interesting :(. So when I browsed the list of elective courses and found that they're all boring. The (children's books) coordinator won't reply my e-mails. Screw her I'm not gonna beg! Dr. Fayza was of huge help but biochemical genetics isn't really my thing!! Although it was on my list wallah. Girls said that I should pick something where I am quite sure of what my results are gonna be. So I asked them which? They're like "ortho, cardio, hema" and I'm like "they're all super boring you know that?" and my friend got angry she said "you wanna benefit or the 100 marks?" I got sad and said "why do I have to choose :(?? This is blackmailing." And then I went for ECG. I really care about the doc more than the course itself :p. I can't stand arrogant stupid dudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, this is for the night. Pray for my finals to be good and easy and that I'll get two As this time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-3562472837271669399?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3562472837271669399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/miscellaneous-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3562472837271669399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3562472837271669399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/miscellaneous-rants.html' title='Miscellaneous Rants'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-8283619946874313972</id><published>2011-02-11T02:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:52:17.084+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forensics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bioethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining'/><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it's Friday and I'm a bored girl I have to rant about how I feel regarding the fact that we're starting the second semester after tomorrow. Actually it's more like whining, not ranting, bs haah, who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I thought we had one week left since we took one week from the course as a vacation (not because we were far ahead the schedule but because of the rains), and I was angry at first because Dr. Ayman wanted us to prepare a presentation that's &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;going to be presented!! Then I became happy at the idea of not having to present, and then they changed their minds and decided to take two weeks so we'd have to present, and then I got angry at that change in the plans, and then I had a million thing to pay attention for. For example I have the stupid ethics assignment that has 20 marks!!!!!!!! And the forensics SDL, and the PSL, and the finals of course. And they dare to say that the new system is better!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conclusion, when a subject is given a whole department when it was taught as miscellaneous lectures in different departments before, then know that your ass is going to get hurt from excessive sitting and working on these&amp;nbsp;assignment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gal new system gal!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-8283619946874313972?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8283619946874313972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-after-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8283619946874313972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8283619946874313972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-8735012361050881892</id><published>2011-02-01T07:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:16:52.465+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>What Music is Good For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Salam. How are you all? Hope your morning isn't bad (at least if it's not good :p). I've been doing nothing since Wednesday. You know this week was supposed to be the last week in the first semester but it was cancelled because of the rains in Jeddah. And so I abused it *literally* with sleep. I wake up to prepare the bed again for sleep. So sick, I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I wanted to upload the photos for my cups collection but I couldn't get any lazier to tell you the truth. I've wandered in so many blogs. I've killed mosquitoes. I've worked on the SDL -just a little- and did nothing else. Oh, I took a shower :p. A very cold one. Or at least cold to my poor Jeddawi skin.&amp;nbsp;Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;So anyhow, ever thought your brain works? I don't mean the well-known functions, reading writing cognition blah blah. I mean, linking every tiny detail with the other to form a perfect memory that is to be treasured forever? Did you even think about how your brain gets you back to first grade when you smell something or see something or hear something? Did you ever consider yourself a very sensitive person? By sensitive I don't mean delicate and blah blah, I mean easily reactive to stimulants around you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;There was a melody in my head for over 3 weeks. I can't remember from which song is it, I can't even hum it, and it felt so horrible to try to remember something you can't even.. get it out of your head! The only thing I remember about it is that it reminds me with Kawthar. And that's the only thing related to the melody that plays constantly in my head. When I gave up trying to remember it, I simply remembered it!!! And the stupid song was &lt;i&gt;just because of you - us5&lt;/i&gt;. Can you believe that? When I listened to the song again my heart raced. Not because of the lyrics or something (=_=) but because how the memory was so strong. I was a second year student, it was 03:00 p.m. I was with Kawthar -obviously, since the song reminds me with her- and we're either singing, or gossiping with Ohood. It, felt, (insert word here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Also, I love when I turn the shuffling option on. 'Cause sometimes you get songs from the very far far away past. And once, in the morning, I was in a gloomy mood. And I listened to &lt;i&gt;Rihanna - Rehab&lt;/i&gt;. I had to tweet immediately that I felt like a second year student again. People it was weird!!! I had to control my breathing pattern. Everything was so strong and vivid. We were in building 2, wrestling systems after systems, with all the shit that we went through in that year! The funny thing, my friend Ohood replied immediately saying that she feels exactly the same!!! And so, even though the song is sad (rehab and cry for Rihanna) I'd still listen to it to be a second year student again. Those memories are never to be forgotten!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Last but not least, those who know me know exactly that I have a childish taste in music. My playlist is full of happy dancy stupid songs. I don't care if the lyrics are shallow. I just want it happy. And I categorize these songs as fast-happy, smooth-happy, start-your-morning-with-enthusiasm-happy, and so on!! So the sad songs are usually there to help cry my eyes out when in f***ed up emotional state! The only except is &lt;i&gt;the reason - Hoobastank&lt;/i&gt;. Again, not because of the lyrics or anything else. It's because of the fact that it reminds me with ONE lovely memory that I shall&amp;nbsp;cherish&amp;nbsp;forever :D. A funny one also. This song is the only song that &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Coca and I were&amp;nbsp;memorizing. And I was horribly bored in the bus. I wanted to sing. I didn't know what though. My playlist is so&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;from Coca's. And this was the first in common song so we decided to sing it. The thing is, Ohood hated us because she had a horrible headache. And whenever we reached &lt;i&gt;'and the reason is yooooou' &lt;/i&gt;part we'd raise our voices so high that we ended up laughing and Ohood would give us a &lt;i&gt;go-kill-yourselves&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;This is it! I didn't talk about perfumes because the memories they bring aren't vivid and strong like these ones. So, what brings back the strongest memories in your life? Is it a picture? A smell? A tune? A random idea?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.s. everything seem to remind me with myself in second year because it's then when I became a close friend with my girls and it's then when, when few important things happened in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-8735012361050881892?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8735012361050881892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-music-is-good-for.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8735012361050881892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8735012361050881892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-music-is-good-for.html' title='What Music is Good For'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-8590751794157492791</id><published>2011-01-29T19:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:17:43.529+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunisia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeddah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>Getting Ready for 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://plixi.com/photos/original/73310058"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is the saddest thing ever. You wanna know why? Because how would you feel when the sea itself drowns :\?? I'd feel hopeless!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when I constantly mocked the fact that 2012 might be the end of the world? Well I am still mocking it duh but somehow I find it freaky now. Tunisia is a mess now, followed by the Egyptian revolution while Jeddah was drowning in her own rains that were supposed to be a blessing not a curse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People all that happened and we're still in January 2011 :\. Don't you find this quite scary? I mean people cracked jokes about it. Some said it's like the last season of something :p, continuous events every day but I find it completely freaky. I feel completely helpless and I feel sorry for everything that happened even though the jokes might draw a smile on my face but still, doesn't wipe the sorrow from my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our classes for this week have been cancelled. They said -not so sure- that they'll take a week from the summer vacation. Does it matter? I dunno. I enjoyed my time when I was locked in the hospital with the girls but now that I woke up fully and consciously it all feels so messy and chaotic that it pains me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything, the rains, Egypt, Tunisia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;يا ربي عفوك و سترك و رضاك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-8590751794157492791?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8590751794157492791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-ready-for-2012.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8590751794157492791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8590751794157492791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-ready-for-2012.html' title='Getting Ready for 2012'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5022145371320077308</id><published>2011-01-27T21:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:58:31.745+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAUH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeddah'/><title type='text'>The Wet Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;It's kinda scary how things go from one event to another. The &lt;i&gt;even&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;scarier part is when you deal with things &lt;i&gt;unprepared&lt;/i&gt;. But to tell you the truth, it's not like &lt;i&gt;I'm&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the one who managed the crisis :p. Still, it's scary!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Yesterday's morning I was wishing something would happen so they'd cancel our classes. Well since nothing happened we went to KAUH too our assessment test and started the problem solving thing. I really wanted to finish early so I can go home. Because I promised mom that once I come back I'd dye her hair xD. She planned to visit auntie. Anyhow, we finished at 12, because every group takes its Problem Solving session separately and we have one doctor to assess =_=. Anyhow it was raining since 11:30 and I was like 'this doesn't seem like it's gonna get lighter.' And it didn't. It kept pouring harder every hour and the water leaked in and ceiling tiles -or whatever their names- fell down at some sections.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I really felt bad because the afternoon classes were cancelled yet I had nowhere to go. I'd have to wait for the rain to go off. We prayed Al-dhuhr and then we went up to the 6th floor. Rasha's sister -Rana- invited us to 6th year students' room :p. We stayed there for a long time and it was still raining. Of course, we walked around, here and there to see who's in and who's out, but we'd come to the room at the end of each round :p. And every 10 minutes or so we'd hear an announcement about how there's a possibility of staying in the hospital. I was excited since I never slept &lt;i&gt;outside&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the house :p. But I was like 'no no I'm sure my parents would get me a helicopter.' Yes, I think if they had enough powers they'd do that instead of me staying in the hospital. The thing is, I told them they shouldn't come. But they did. And got stuck in the middle of the road so they called back to say that they'll head home. I'm like :\, people I told you every road is blocked what you think I'm lying :p? And the worst part they didn't allow me to go home with Rasha! Well, I wished Rasha was in the hospital xD. So that part isn't reallying upsetting me now hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;We stayed together, and we went to the 6th floor balconies. Damn it I'm here for like 2 years and there are places in the hospital I've never seen. The view was awesome from those balconies, we took few pictures. I was really depressed that the camera's battery died :(. I hate taking pics by mobile, they suck. Then we prayed Maghrib and we heard that female students should go to the 4th and 5th floor to get rooms :p. We went to the 4th and wow it felt awesome. All I thought about is this is really awesome. We were like the weirdest combination ever. 3 girls from 6th year (Rana's friends), Yasmine, Alya and Sara from 5th year, and finally Anamil, Abrar and I from 4th. Some of us met for the first time yet we really had fun :p. I know it sounds stupid, considering how things were destroyed out there, but the issue here is that this sleep over party was kinda cool. I really wished that my girls were here, we'd rock the hospital xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;So, we were like 6 to 8 girls in every room. We had&amp;nbsp;mattresses, but not all of us got sheets and blankets. And what I really hated is that some girls were whining about every effing thing!!&amp;nbsp;I mean people, last time I checked, this was a disaster, and you're lucky that you have a place to stay in, so why don't shut the fuck up, and sleep or whatever!!! They whined about the sheets, about the&amp;nbsp;mattresses, about the air&amp;nbsp;conditioning, and about the food. I'm like ROT IN HELL BITCHES!!!! You wanna act like daddy's little spoiled girl go kill yourself or whine away from us. And you the funny&amp;nbsp;thing&amp;nbsp;is that the &lt;i&gt;food&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;they're complaining about was Dominos pizza and Albaik =_=. And you still have the audacity to complain. How I wish I could slap them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;So apart from having fun all night -we slept at 01:40 or something- everything else was good. Oh I forgot to tell you, sweet sweet Wessal could have got home safe and sound but she stayed with us all the time and she organized the whole thing in the 4th floor. She's a leader by nature wallahi mashallah this girl is just, phenomenal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;So when she said yalla go to sleep. I acted like a baby and said "Mommy mommy, I'm afwaid of the dawk." LOOOOL the girls were like 'ma3 nafsik' hahaha. And then Wessal sang to us 'the shape of my heart'!!! GIRLS THE LEADER SANG TO US SO WE CAN GO TO SLEEP!! Awww lovely adorable Wessal ♥. Allah yes3edik ya Rabb ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;We slept so awesomely yesterday. It was like 4 hours but we got up energetic and we tidied up the room and we were bored. So you know what we did? Anamil and I studied a bit of Ethics for the midterm that was supposed to be on Sat but now got postponed to Sunday. I know, dorky! :p But we had nothing else to do :\. We drank coffee and then every girl went to her way. The roads now were open enough for us to get home. Needless to say, that the streets were tragic, I doubt the city was built with concrete =_=. Seems like it was built with mud and salt. Everything was crushed. It was tragic. Anyhow, for more updates about the matter please visit this &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeddahrain.wordpress.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Wallahi our thanks for those who volunteer to help -even to organize the traffic- are never going to be enough to what they deserve!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Hope everyone's safe in his/her home and may Allah protect Jeddah citizens ya Rabb. Amen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5022145371320077308?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5022145371320077308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/wet-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5022145371320077308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5022145371320077308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/wet-friday.html' title='The Wet Friday'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-3229092720032080841</id><published>2011-01-23T20:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:06:01.343+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forensics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bioethics'/><title type='text'>2 MCQs, 15 Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My philosophy in life, is to love until forced to do otherwise. When you read my posts, my tweets, my FB statuses or whatever, you'll realize that I hate lots of things but I &lt;i&gt;assure &lt;/i&gt;you that I'm &lt;i&gt;forced&lt;/i&gt;. I don't hate things by default.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, as everything else, our current course applies the same principles. We're taking forensic and ethics. Forensics is still just as interesting, even though it's repeated (since I attended the course last year with my girls), ethics was (and still is) meh, but we have to take it, so I'm really trying to enjoy the task instead of getting bored all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you how my day goes, so next time when you read hate posts, hate tweets, hate statuses, you'll immediately excuse me, not because I have a mental issue, but because I'm sure that you'll sympathize with me if not fully agree on what I have to say :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forensics was the usual thing about wounds and different types and characteristics of each type and blah blah blah. And dear Dr. Ayman had to post some pictures. I mean duh, how else would you recognize these wounds =_=? So far so good? The thing is, either girls are playing really girly girls, or they're spoiled little daddy's girls who are so sensitive that they yell about every picture =_=. I tried to calm myself &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"Fadiah, take it easy, maybe you're desensitized."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But when a girl yells with her fake superimposed feminine voice and say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;"Dactooooor &lt;/span&gt;-in Jeddawi accent- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;are you trying to get us nightmares or something?" &lt;/span&gt;it's then when I lose every sane nerve fiber in my brain and I go volcanoes and earthquakes in my mind. The doc goes like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;"La mosh 3ayzeen mayasa."&lt;/span&gt; or something like it, since I was still going volcanoes and earthquakes I couldn't focus on what he said :p. The truth is, I'm not desensitized, I was freaked out last year but was &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;way too interested to gasp and yell like ignorants in the middle of the lecture =_=.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;The moral is: Dear fake girly girl, why don't you quit medicine if your poor heart is way too soft for these stuff =_=? Or, how about you shut up? Or, you could simply sleep until the dude's done. There are many options you see!! Idiot fake bagara :@.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It goes all okay, I have a break to regain my sanity. Then we got ethics after the break. Okay I don't like this subject =_=. We lie to each other when we say that it's applicable. But, whatever. First doc is Dr. J. People... I really dunno what to say, she's a family physician. Do you find this info adequate? I do =_=. The WHOLE SIXTY MINUTES (actually, 70 minutes) went on and on and on and on about TWO words.&amp;nbsp;Beneficence, and non-maleficence. Why oh why do I have to put up to all of this? The woman has serious issues with time management and you know what? It's not about the fact that I have &lt;i&gt;lots &lt;/i&gt;of things to do -which btw I do- but the idea of wasting &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;time than &lt;i&gt;needed&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is time abuse and I wonder how come we never had lecture about that :@. Maybe because it'll have to change the staff's awesome style of teaching =_=.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First lecture is done. Now Dr. Fahmi -an awesome guy, Allah yes3edoh- I'll repeat what I said last year in the same day when I attended his lecture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/03/mummys-day.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;" It was 14:00 and he managed to keep us entertained ♥♥"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I mean it! I didn't laugh much though 'cause it's like attending a show for Russell Peters twice you know :p. So the sweet doc finished TEN minutes earlier although he started late because of Dr. J's laka3a =_=. Ah, wish he was cloned, really!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Dr. Adel came up. He's adorable as well. But gives too much face for the girls =_=. Meaning: he gives too much space for the girls to interrupt in every possible way, on every damned word. And the worst part? When they abuse the fact that they're &lt;i&gt;allowed &lt;/i&gt;to ask and interrupt &lt;i&gt;during&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;class. In the end the doc revised some MCQs possibly might come in the exams. Here's what I believe in, it's ethics, it comes with logic, unless you're a mentally diseased person there's no way you couldn't guess the answer! And I know I know, it's not true, we don't do this in &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;life. Dudes and dudettes, we all still know the idealistic answer for whatever question, don't we? So when a girl acts smart and discuss the MCQ over and over again and keeps discussing as if she's supposed to &lt;i&gt;convince &lt;/i&gt;us, I mean if repeating something would mean convincing people then why don't record your excessive blabbering =_=? And girls, seriously, respect others' time :@. It's 15:45 and you keep talking and talking when we REALLY WANNA JUST GO HOME! What's so wrong about going to the doc immediately after lecture? He won't run out of the auditorium you know =_=?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really frustrated by how some girls act. Wallahi I hate that I always get my mood ruined because of stuff like these but you can't help it. When fifteen minutes is wasted on two MCQs that were completely direct and obvious and there were no twists and turns and EVEN IF.... EVEN IF, ethics is about choosing the idealistic answer although we all know that's not applicable in real life. Stop forcing your opinion and get everything justified and explained like it's rocket science!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those girls, I declare my eternal hatred for you. You can never ever even be my colleague. You're too damned annoying for my taste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-3229092720032080841?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3229092720032080841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-mcqs-15-minutes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3229092720032080841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3229092720032080841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-mcqs-15-minutes.html' title='2 MCQs, 15 Minutes'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-4302014084029008420</id><published>2011-01-14T00:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:01:29.536+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ophthalmo'/><title type='text'>The MRI Experience xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn this gown, it looks so stupid on me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TS9gcbxgWGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/SDTYyw-6sPQ/s1600/DSC06437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TS9gcbxgWGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/SDTYyw-6sPQ/s400/DSC06437.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m out of the room, trying to chat a bit with Ohood and Bayan. It’s quite difficult to act tough and cool when you find out –yes, find out, ‘cause you didn’t know this before- that you’re machine-phobic! It’s the MRI room. The radiologist is in the control room or whatever its name, and there’s Kholood –another radiologist- chatting with Ohood and Bayan. I’m heading to the MRI room. It’s so scary… and empty… and cold! For a moment I wanted to run away and yell &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;“damn the diagnosis, I don’t wanna know what’s wrong!”&lt;/span&gt; but I really have to say that I was extremely interested in how it felt to be in a tiny little grave!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kholood now is positioning me on the table. Or bed, well it’s more like a bench! Whatever! And then she put headphones. She said “would you like some music?” I said no. Maybe ‘cause I wanted to live the experience to its finest details :p. &lt;b&gt;FAIL!&lt;/b&gt; When someone offers you music, Quran, whatever that relaxed you in the MRI, GO FOR IT!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So now I’m on the bench. And it went up. And the headphones are huge over my ears. Then she put that white bars thing they put on the patient’s head when s/he gets into the gimagnet (gigantic magnet). Now I’m so fucking creeped out by the whole thing. Too much fixation to tolerate. Then Kholood tries to be funny, she gets near the opening, and her cards holder was pulled toward it since the gimagnet is ON ALL THE TIME!!! She giggled, she found that funny. I would, if I wasn’t on the bench that is! My eyes went like this &amp;gt;&amp;gt; O_O and she laughed, I found that very evil of her!! But she did tried to make me smile :P.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I’m in, I’m asked to not to move. WTH the place is SO tight. I’m not claustrophobic. As long as there’s another hole or opening from my head end. So now I’m in. I’m so not comfortable, yet somehow, weirdly, I’m so excited! Very loud noises came up. Apart from the sound that is always there. Dunno how to say it. more like, phew phew phew phew :p. So when I was in, the noises were too loud that I thought they came from the headphones. And I’m like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;“well maybe they’re trying to find the best song to play, or find a radio wave that suits their style, I dunno.”&lt;/span&gt; People, it really sounded like someone is adjusting his radio!!! But magnified million times!! Yeah, it was that noisy. And when I gave up, I was like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;“Fadiah, they’re not going to pick a relaxing song for you, you better sing for yourself.”&lt;/span&gt; But I couldn’t! Everything’s so noisy and I’m so afraid of moving one tiny millimeter so I won’t screw it up. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;15 minutes passed, my hands began to twitch a bit, since I’m not comfortable. And when the noise goes down, it goes down so abruptly and suddenly that my heart skips a beat. And I hate it when my heart skips a beat! So, then the bench moved out. I freaked out at the initial vibration! I was like wow that was quick. when Kholood told me that I shouldn’t move. I’m like, please it’s not my fault, the place is so fucking creepy :’(. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then the whole thing started over again. I hated those headphones. They’re useless. I have no idea why did they put it. They felt tight and annoying. Anyhow, I was wondering, why wouldn’t they talk to me? In House, the docs always talk to the patients. Damn medical series. They’re so full of crap. You can’t actually expect to have the same thing in real life. I dunno what was I thinking. But I felt really anxious all the time. The noise went by for very very long time that I really got bored. Then sudden cool air came in from the opening that’s on my head end. My shoulders were cold instantly. I thought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;“are they trying to sedate me or something?”&lt;/span&gt; then I took really deep breath, in desperate gesture to really go to sleep :p. But obviously it wasn’t a sedative haha. The noise kept on going. Do you wanna know how it sounds? Like Atari gun shots. Different notes, though. Very loud, very rhythmic to the point that you feel your pulse is synchronized with it. Then there were vibrations. Real, vibrations. And I was like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;“Fadiah, calm down, it’s almost over, it’s almost over.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I kept thinking on everything I could think of. Dramatic events, funny moments, everything. I even thought about the grave!! It must be much smaller than this chamber. Now I remember that I went praying for a while. It’s really freaky to be alone in a tiny little hole. How do rabbits feel? :\ Seriously? Then I thought about the contrast they said they’re going to inject. I said to myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;“they must be lying about that too =_=. No one showed up.”&lt;/span&gt; At that exact minute, the nurse came in and talked to me, In Arabic. You know how it feels? When you’re a medic but when you look like a patient you’re treated like a patient and then you feel like you lost your mojo? Well this is how it feels! But to tell you the truth, it wasn’t like I was really aware of what’s happening. The noise had a really bad influence on my brain that I would find it quite difficult to interpret what the nurse says if she spoke to me in English!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I asked Kholood in a very miserable tone, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;“when will it all end?”&lt;/span&gt; she said “10 minutes at most.” At that point I really lost all sense of time and place. The nurse injected the contrast, in my right arm, then it didn’t work, then she moved to my left hand. And all I could think of, is poor poor patients. How horrible it is to be a patient when you’re living by practicing the other side of the pole! Then I went in again. Another cycle of noise, and another of vibrations. Then the bench moved out. Again, I’m startled every time the noise stops abruptly or the bench comes out. Then I’m told to be gone 5ala9 :p. I tried to sit when Kholood smiled her sweet smile and said that I’ll be dizzy for a while. I’m like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;“hell yeah, the gimagnet is causing all of this, I know.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I went out, Ohood and Bayan were actually laughing on the images shown. They said that one of the images was frowning. JUST LIKE REAL ME. I had to say that I laughed with them. This is really funny xD. Haha but it couldn’t be less freaky than it was. Btw you do realize that the whole post was thought of, during the MRI thingy, don’t you? xD. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So that’s it for MRI. The other awesome thing that happened today, is that our ENT and community scores went out. I got 75 in ENT –not that I expected higher, damned staff they’re evil&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; (except Hisham Alem ♥)&lt;/span&gt;- and 87 in community :D, ophtha scores aren’t out yet, but I know it’s 88 because we revised the questions after the exam. Who would have thought, people? 87 in community? I forgot what the letter B looks like. I didn’t score a B since second year! And I only got it in embryo =_=. Duh me! I went 'oh yeah-ing' all the time. Now I have the spirit to study lab and radio :D!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.s. the MRI was orbital. So no big deal. I have a tiny proptosis that’s not explained by my thyroid function test, so the doc ordered an MRI! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-4302014084029008420?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/4302014084029008420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/mri-experience-xd.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4302014084029008420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4302014084029008420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/mri-experience-xd.html' title='The MRI Experience xD'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TS9gcbxgWGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/SDTYyw-6sPQ/s72-c/DSC06437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-3309113704498389683</id><published>2011-01-06T01:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T04:01:34.444+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainpaths'/><title type='text'>Why Would You Do That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam people :D. So today it's Wednesday, kinda like &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friday :p. And I'm supposed to be relaxed and chilling. It was a weird week. Lots of code blues in the pedia ward *_*. That broke my heart wallah. And the fact that Saudi people act like&amp;nbsp;werewolves. The only difference is that Saudis act crazier when it rains in Jeddah :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So apart from that, I was supposed to sleep. Like a baby. I had a really exhausting week. Both mentally and physically. Well not physically to be honest :P. &amp;nbsp;Bs ya3ni. Emotionally!! So anyhow, again back to the sleep issue. I really wanted and craved for a night beautiful non-dreamy sleep. Cuz dreams disturb my brain even when they're sweet dreams. I woke up, an hour and half ago, on the most annoying horrible nightmare. You know what's the worst part? That these nightmares are shaping my fears that I wouldn't even dare say out loud in front of myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I really really hated that. But here's my theory though, I mean you gotta make theories on everything in your life otherwise you'd be scared for nothing, huh? :P So my theory is, when my brain doesn't want me to oversleep -cuz I slept after Maghreb and I had to catch Isha- it starts to wake me up in its&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;unconventional &lt;/i&gt;ways. It starts to freak the F out of me with all these nightmares :@. Pretty effective though =_=. So, what's your brain's mechanism in waking you up? Does it do the same thing for you? I'd really love to train my brain to do something else :P.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second thing is, one of my friends said in her FB status this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;كل ما اكبر ... كل ما تصغر دائره الناس اللي يدخلو من زوري&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;الله يستر لا اشرق بمستفز وانا فالاربعين&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;لان دائره الاستظراف للناس صارت قد بلعومي&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I promised her a psychoanalysis xD. Sorry my non-Arabs followers for not being able to translate, Arabs, if you can get a precise translation please do help :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, well when you're young you have lots of energy to put up with the all the shit from people of all kinds. As you grow older, that energy -some of it at least if not most- fades away. Which leaves you to wonder;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;how did you live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;before that. As you grow older, you lose friends you&amp;nbsp;cherished&amp;nbsp;a lot.&amp;nbsp;And as a reflex, you tend &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to become friends with everyone else. Because every friendship &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;counts! Every step affects what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow up, you don't recover easily, do you? So why open a door for all the annoying people in the first place? The net result is, our threshold is much much lower than it was in highschool for example. It is so low that you excuse everyone for whatever mean thing they do to others &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;(with few exceptions of course, you don't act like an ass for nothing =_=)&lt;/span&gt; because deep inside you believe that if you did the same, you won't regret it and you wouldn't feel sorry for the affected person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's regardless of the injustice and&amp;nbsp;hypocrisy&amp;nbsp;that you encounter EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. in every possible way from ass-kissing to acting like something you're obviously not to everything!!! That's also regardless of the things some werewolves, e7m I meant rainpaths do when their brain chemistry suddenly change!!! Funny though xD. I've been avoided purposely and deliberately twice and I couldn't laugh harder at it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear status writer, hope you found your answer :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-3309113704498389683?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3309113704498389683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-would-you-do-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3309113704498389683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3309113704498389683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-would-you-do-that.html' title='Why Would You Do That?'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2139116277977364248</id><published>2011-01-02T23:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:35:20.051+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Emotional Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from the fact that this is the second day –about to be the third- of this year, I’ve got nothing really to talk about but to rant. About the new year thingy, well I’m in a grumpy mood so don’t judge much, why the hell is everyone excited =_=? Dudes and dudettes around the world, it’s just another day, another year!!! What you should be so excited about is to get your bills and calculate your losses :p. Well, financial and non-financial losses to act more human. But other than that, please stop acting so excited =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, it’s just another year till the end of the world according to the movie 2012 :P. So that’s another reason why you&amp;nbsp;shouldn't&amp;nbsp;be so excited! Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the new system, radio and lab. I began to fall in love with radio so bad, that I might consider it as a specialty. I wasn’t fond of the medical part of it to tell the truth. But the physics part *_*. People you should have seen the doc. She’s a doctor and engineer, whether the dr. refers to M.D or to Ph.D I dunno. But it’s pure awesomeness!!! It feels so good. Physics finally makes sense to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for lab. Dear Lord! Wallahi so many references and so much gerger over nothing!! I could have opened my micro and physio books and be so damn sure about my objectives. But docs love falsafa a lot =_=. Which is getting more and more annoying. As for biochem, he he he heeeeeee. I decided to never attend any of their lectures. They’re worst than useless gossips!! They have nothing in it. And well, for the first time –since the beginning of the year- I don’t feel so guilty about skipping lectures. I do freak out sometimes. You know regular panic attacks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, how come 24 hours isn’t enough anymore :(? People I’m out of the house by 07:10 or something and I get home by 17:00 or 18:00 sometimes!!! And of course, studying in the house is sort of a suicidal attempt as you can never focus, or stay awake, and finish one damned lecture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there goes the elective thing. I really wanted to relax and choose something that’s not medical. Not even related to it. I wanted basics in writing children’s books. I still want it. But if it’s in Arabic, I’d have to find something else T_T. please please please pray that’s in English. It seems fun and there’s no other non-medical fun courses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, that’s it for now. Salam and take care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. I’m in love with dr. Fayza Alfayez for her instant reply on my e-mail about her elective courses. That woman should be cloned!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.p.s may all the psychopaths, sociopath be forever tortured and rot in hell. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2139116277977364248?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2139116277977364248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/multi-emotional-rants.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2139116277977364248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2139116277977364248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2011/01/multi-emotional-rants.html' title='Multi-Emotional Rants'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-9171930253735380029</id><published>2010-12-25T20:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:48:39.897+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><title type='text'>I Just Finished Community!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Yes, it's a&amp;nbsp;celebratory (or whatever the word is)&amp;nbsp;event! Ah alhamdolillah I still can't believe that I'm done with this subject people of medicine this is a very very demanding, annoying exhausting subject ever. At least in KSA =_=. Wallahi they have a way of ruining the subject no matter how interesting it should be! Yes, if you read the previous posts you'd say I'm a very moody person blah blah but it doesn't deny the fact that those docs and their way of teaching -sometimes- are the worst thing in the&amp;nbsp;curriculum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Anyhow, so the exam was at 13:00 to 16:00. I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;dudes, could you make it after maghreb please =_=?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; But then I thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear Fadiah, you didn't study environmental health yet xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;. So I shut up as I really needed that time. So I went early, chatted with the girls blah blah. Then I studied a bit. You know what I hate about the environmental/occupational health part of community medicine? THEY'RE SAWALEEF!!!!! Wallahi they're very very... Urgh!!! If you study at KAU you know who's my enemy here =_=. That doc spends 80% of her time chatting about her childhood and her internship and the rest is for real lecture. Which is useless anyways. But thankfully, I didn't screw up her part fully xD. I got lots of things right! By logic, e7m :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;And there's the statistics/research methodology doc O__O. The woman really believes that we have energy/time for cheating! They're already putting two empty chairs between every student and the next, how on earth would we cheat? She yells very loud btw =_=. You can imagine the effect of that. All that regardless of the family med. doc. You know family and community medicine are cousins. So one of the family docs came. She's annoying too =_=. I began to believe that the specialty has a huge impact on the doc's personality. She's like repeating everything the other doc says. And I'm like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;dudette, we do hear Dr. N khalas shut up!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;And the miracle of the exam, I really have to share this. It's weird, awesome, amazing, everything you might wanna say about it ♥. The calculation part. I've always sucked at&amp;nbsp;calculations. Even though they put the equations xD. That's the benefit of having fresh new docs from Al-Azhar! Hahhaaaa. Anyhow, I still had hard time doing these equations not because they're difficult, but because I suck with numbers all the time =_=. And our relationship got worse after graduation from highschool :P. So every time I come across a question that has numbers + equation + table in it, I give it 5 minutes to get done. When the 5 minutes are done, I'm like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Fadiah, Amrik lillah! :( Go eenie meenie! Or in Saudi culture 7agara bagara xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; And just when this thought crosses my mind, WALLAHI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*bekasri al ha2 :P*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; I get an inspiration of how to get to the right answer. And I grin in the middle of the exam like a baby who just saw fireworks for the first time in his life! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;So the panic point started when it was 15:30 and I was in question #60. The exam was 110 questions :D. It's then when the alarms and&amp;nbsp;sirens&amp;nbsp;went on and I'm like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;QUICKLY THEY'LL PULL THE PAPER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;*Slow motion scene runs in my head haha* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I could hear my heart beats until I was done. Alhamdolillah it's amazing four weeks of constant panicking and feeling always behind the schedule, always a step behind, always missing something. Alhamdolillah it's all done. The best part is the fact that I'm really confident that my&amp;nbsp;studying&amp;nbsp;is productive :P! That wasn't how I felt before. Happy 12 hours and 15 minutes of nothingness until tomorrow!!!! Lab and Radio, here I come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Btw when I wrote the title I was listening to "I just had sex". Don't judge :p. The beats are awesome and I wish someone would make a clean version so I can sing it. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-9171930253735380029?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/9171930253735380029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-finished-community.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/9171930253735380029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/9171930253735380029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-finished-community.html' title='I Just Finished Community!*'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-7846655843396309789</id><published>2010-12-22T01:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:18:50.320+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inception'/><title type='text'>I'm a Projection of Your Subconscious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really couldn't think of another title. I have an issue with titling my posts =_=. Never mind. So if you're quick enough you'd realize what the post is about. Yes, &lt;i&gt;Inception&lt;/i&gt;. OMG people. Really I couldn't breathe deeply enough for two hours after the movie ended. I was still in awe of it. I was so&amp;nbsp;fascinated. I still &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fascinated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you something about enjoying your movies experience :p. Don't you ever watch trailers. I know it's a huge challenge, would probably end up with failure anyway. But really watching something without the tiniest bit of prejudice makes the whole watching&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;worthwhile. What made inception to me much more awesomer than it is already, is the fact that I know nothing about it xD. Well maybe one thing, too much brain manipulation ♥. My favorite type of stuff. But not like Shutter Island, now that's a movie I didn't like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, it's really really interesting and amazing how human brain works. It's just, mesmerizing. I couldn't think of anything else after watching the movie!! You have to stay very focused the whole time to realize what's going on and honestly, one of the things I admired is the pure sheer imagination of the producer and creator of the whole thing I was like, &lt;i&gt;"Dear Lord, if you could grant me some wild imagination and make me help myself into turning it to reality, that would be my last wish!!"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;One more thing, the ending is so awesome as well. OMG what's not awesome about the movie????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this point I'm sure that I'm not making sense anymore. I'm still sighing, those 2:28 hours were the best of my life. It's a must watch movie. Really really you'd be missing an amazing experience and I'd be so sorry to know that :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yalla I'd be wasting my free time either in watching my favorite scenes of the movie or doing anything else. Yay me I finished one portion of community!!! Tomorrow is a new day!! Allah yesahhel ya rab :D. Pray for me people. Final is on Sat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See you later lovelies ♥.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-7846655843396309789?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/7846655843396309789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-projection-of-your-subconscious.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7846655843396309789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7846655843396309789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-projection-of-your-subconscious.html' title='I&apos;m a Projection of Your Subconscious'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5196596217326879628</id><published>2010-12-11T19:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:04:55.044+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Day'/><title type='text'>Re: First Day of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Sweet &lt;a href="http://geemad.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-day-of-everything.html"&gt;Gee&lt;/a&gt; made a beautiful post about how it must have felt for every student to start his/her first day of whatever. In the end of the post she wanted to know what would it be like to experience your first day in college.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Well, provided that you've majored in what you really love and like, your first day would pretty much be the happiest. I wish I had dates for every big event in my life like Gee does, but the trend started kinda late :P. I think the only date I know is the admission day. The day I became &lt;i&gt;officially&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a medical student. When the woman gave me the paper, I said "So this is it? I'm a medical student?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Woman: "Yes :D. Mabrook."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Me: "Like a student studying medicine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Woman: "Yes :D. Now yalla move aside we have lots of girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I felt that my lungs are going to explode at one point or another, I was taking deep breaths to calm my&amp;nbsp;excitement. The only negative remark I had on that day, is the fact that I had no one from high school with me. As in, best friends from high school. Other than that, I woke up, slept, moved, with a very wide grin over my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;The first day of the academic year though was this happy. But it was regularly happy. English classes, buying your labcoat -btw I still have no idea why would we have to wear labcoats when we're in the campus??- and your textbooks. I enjoyed English like hell. I felt like "So this is what it feels to learn REAL ENGLISH!!" xD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Then we had chemistry lecture. I had a headache. The woman's voice mashallah was way too loud for my school experience and she was holding a mic and I couldn't focus. I panicked then, I was like, "Wai wai wai wait, hold on, this is NOT what I signed up for :(." I went home, slept, woke up 1 hour later crying and throwing up. Damn it I was a damn kid!!! I panicked after ONE DAY. But when I started to open my books, I was so fascinated again. I was like "You'll never gonna find this much awesomeness anywhere else." And the panic was gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;After that, everything became so natural to me. I fit in here. This is where I belong. And I definitely couldn't trade this position with anything else! Especially not a specialty in the main campus xD. &amp;nbsp;Cuz medical specialties have their own campus plus the hospital, we don't have to be in contact with any of the other campus people. And God thank you for that. Cuz if I studied there, I dunno what's gonna happen to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;This is it Gee :). Not much to say. But first days are amazing. The exploration rounds. The first judgments and all. You'll enjoy it :D. Till I'm inspired for a new post, take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5196596217326879628?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5196596217326879628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/re-first-day-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5196596217326879628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5196596217326879628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/re-first-day-of-everything.html' title='Re: First Day of Everything'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5644374472329834937</id><published>2010-12-05T07:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:58:14.633+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood Swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satisfaction'/><title type='text'>Weather Effects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TRs-HvBjQhI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/zjhjIok76w4/s1600/DSC05993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TRs-HvBjQhI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/zjhjIok76w4/s640/DSC05993.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture gave me a real pain in the ass trying to upload it =_=. It's awesome though, I luff it ♥&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TPsZIbrbgOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3UDpGr0VbTo/s1600/DSC05990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TPsZIbrbgOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3UDpGr0VbTo/s640/DSC05990.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TPsWHhigq-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/48jm4uB9zIQ/s1600/DSC05989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TPsWHhigq-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/48jm4uB9zIQ/s640/DSC05989.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;It's stupid that I can't find another name, but well this is how it's related to me anyway. So when we first started the ENT/ophtha course, I remember attending an &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-many-hours-left.html"&gt;audiology session&lt;/a&gt;, and I was interested in the subject compared to how I felt last year. And I asked a question that I contemplated upon it for a very long time, how did it all change? I mean last year I'd literally cry out of frustration but now, it's all interesting, it's all amazing. It All Makes a Difference in My LIFE!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;So I wrote that question on a piece of paper, and I handed it to my friend, and she answered in a very short sentence!! "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;السنة اللي فاتت ما كنتِ تحضري بمزاج&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" which can be translated literally into "Last year you lacked the mood." I admit, mood defines so many things in our lives including how we &lt;i&gt;perceive. &lt;/i&gt;I mean, for those who know I started community medicine course, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I hate the word rotation =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;- and unlike how I felt last year about &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-lord-would-you-shut-up-please.html"&gt;Dr. N&lt;/a&gt;, this year it all changed. First of all I really liked the subject. Not just &lt;i&gt;it made sense, &lt;/i&gt;NO I REALLY LIKE IT! And all of a sudden, all my disrespect for Dr. N has disappeared, in fact, it was replaced by admiration. The woman is a walking encyclopedia for God's sake! Mashallah ya3ni :p. Add to this, we're taking the course in the college not in the hospital. I missed the college. Most students hate it because it reminds them with the sad preclinical years :p. I find the place most beautiful. Too sad there are lots of wasted spaces :(. A9lan there are no many students like before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;So dear reader now you see how these factors added to my happiness (plus beautiful weather obviously) even for temporarily :). When I see the pictures above, there's no way I could be depressed, angry, or mildly upset. The second picture is where I take my morning walk listening to saltwater room ♥. I LOVE THIS SONG! Most relaxing. I hope you have beautiful days like the ones I'm having currently :D. Until next time! Salam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5644374472329834937?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5644374472329834937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/weather-effects.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5644374472329834937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5644374472329834937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/weather-effects.html' title='Weather Effects'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TRs-HvBjQhI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/zjhjIok76w4/s72-c/DSC05993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-6219683687735908426</id><published>2010-11-28T04:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T04:05:42.024+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Routine Sweet Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;*Thuds* I woke up, I keep hearing thuds and steps upstairs. Those must be my nephew and niece. They're mashallah horribly active at times where no one supposed to be! The mobile clock shows 04:45 a.m. Is it already Saturday? Ah Al7amdellah ya Rabbi! I woke up, washed, brushed, blah blah and txted my sis-in-law a sarcastic thing about her kids :p. I got ready quite fast. I mean I really really couldn't wait any longer. I'm so bored of home that I begged for studying to begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;So time passed, blah blah I called the driver to show up at 07:00 but as usual, he ignored, called again at 07:15 so hear him whine about the fact there are no buses and the capacity is always full and everything. I know it's not his fault. It's the fucking office's mistake for admitting so many clients without doing some math. So the driver said he'll come later at 08:00. Now my morning is completely totally horribly ruined as I couldn't go to the hospital &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;in time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to have my morning chat with my girls *that's a crucial element in my day*. Anyhow, I didn't know they were taking psyche. So they were having their lects in the college as well as I. So the driver came finally at 08:50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Little note for you, the lecture starts at 09:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyhow so I reached a point where I don't care if the campus was on fire =_=. I reached the college at 09:15 or 09:20 not sure. And I got stopped by the security woman because I didn't have the college ID card. I mean I dunno, I'm having my hospital ID card. Don't I have to go through 3 years of continuous pain in the ass -in my case it's four- to get that card? Do I still have to prove that I'm a KAU student by showing up the college ID card???? I was a hair away from snapping in the woman's face if she wasn't too nice. So I sucked it up and went to the hall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Went to the hall to find Dr. N talks nonstop about community. You know when you're like chatting, about something, the chat goes on for like 4 hours. But the difference here is that we're required to &lt;i&gt;attend&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that very long annoying throbbing-headache causing chat! And there was a &lt;i&gt;situation&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;there. You see, the doctor was playing &lt;i&gt;what do you think of community?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;game. And she went there asking girls what were their impressions and thoughts about community medicine. The answers were, difficult, boring, not interesting etc. There was one girl, who said it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;'useless, a waste of time.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; I have no problem whatsoever with that she said. I mean it's her opinion anyway!!! The other girls were like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;"Oh, she's rude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; I'm like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;"Excuse me??? Didn't you just said the same using different vocabs?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; The doctor was extremely offended, and some of my friends said she's a prof, we should treat her with some respect. It's then when the wires in my brains were unplugged!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;What I saw, was a question and an answer. A very subjective question and very subjective answer. For a girl who was never introduced to community medicine and heard bad about it and going to study it anyway there was no need to act like a smartass and show that girl that she's a stupid moron!!! I can hate community all I want. Why would it offend you anyway? And the girls, THOSE GIRLS they're like completely oblivious about everything that doesn't affect their tiny little world and suddenly, they're the queens of ethics and morals and RESPECT??? Telling what a girl should say and should not??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I have a question to medical students, have you ever came across a neurologist saying that neuro is a very important specialty and that your future will be magnificent if you choose it? Have you heard a cardiologist asking students what they thought of cardio? Have you ever seen a pediatrician screaming about the reasons why every physician should take an extended course of pedia? The answer is: HELL NO!!! Important subjects and topics impose themselves without the need of the lecturers. And since community has failed during all those years, the doctors have to whine about it for an hour. In the case of Dr. N, it's 4!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Anyhow, :\ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;من دق الباب سمع الجواب&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Enough about the matter anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I just watched &amp;nbsp;"the social network". It's an amazing movie. You should definitely watch it. My love for Facebook grew more after I watched it. Mainly because I appreciated what Mark did for us :p. Though I really wish it's still a universities network. Because now there are members from highschool and I found a lot who are still 6th graders O_O!!! Anyhow, the only thing I came up with, is that if there were probs between Mark and Eduardo then it's because of the lack of planning for the whole thing. I mean that what scares me!! Of course you couldn't have a vision for what your company and friends will be in 5 years much less 10. And the continuous changes of plans also scared me as I wouldn't ever step a foot in anything that compromises what I have. If however that part was made up, then I hope it never happens to anyone. Also, the settlement that the Winklevoss brothers have taken was for the non-disclosure thing. I wonder if Mark should take the money back since there's a movie already :p. Hehehe. Other than that, my rants are over for now. I hope tomorrow is a better day. I really hate going through my daily struggles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Good night and sweet dreams :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-6219683687735908426?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/6219683687735908426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/routine-sweet-routine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6219683687735908426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6219683687735908426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/routine-sweet-routine.html' title='Routine Sweet Routine'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-4990866396058020930</id><published>2010-11-24T11:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:02:47.610+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucinations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Can't Wait Till Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I dunno how to get this out of my chest. I'm not allowed to have lots of free time. No one said so I just really believe -based on what I always experience during vacations, holidays, weekends- that enough time to &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;about anything &lt;i&gt;unrelated&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to my studies lead me to misery, shorten my attention span, and reach a point where I can't sleep can't think can't perform!! Not to mention boredom, that is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;You see, I started watching House M.D. again. it's horrible. I really began to be convinced why drama shows should be 1 ep/week!! It's only to protect you from hallucinating!! By the end of season five + the beginning of season six I was so sure that I'm not going to have 'friendly' dreams anymore. In fact, I had enough of them!! Once I dreamed that we were in a wedding in my hometown, I was called out to be &lt;i&gt;embarrassing&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the 'new friends' and hence being locked in or something! When I'm&amp;nbsp;finally released, I find that the whole place is like a fortress or something. There's a huge screen that shows Barney from HIMYM trying to get in. And guys in uniforms trying to shoot him. Not with regular weapons!!! They were shooting him with a some very unique type of rays!! The screen then shows Barney's face with his lips glued -not totally- and his eyes ripped out!!! Literally!!! WHY??? Yet he was laughing that he's winning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;The other night I dreamed I was on a quest! Yeah like those games. Trying to find a treasure that some pirate left somewhere!!! Can you get that imaginative? The thing is, during the &lt;i&gt;quest&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found one of my ophtha docs who was supposed to be a &lt;i&gt;guide&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the next clue!! He was the exact form I always knew him! Wearing thobe, holding a cup of tea, calm voice. It was very mentally disturbing to me. When I reached the final&amp;nbsp;village&amp;nbsp;-the one that supposed to be the final stage or something of the game (aka&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;quest&lt;/i&gt;)- I found local women literally stabbing someone with their spears. Then they were dancing and singing!!! I was like WTF??????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;And it doesn't go away! Yesterday I dreamed that I was in Riyadh -obviously because I was visiting my friend who lives there- and I wanted so bad to go to her house except that it was a&amp;nbsp;dilemma! I mean since it's a &lt;s&gt;dream&lt;/s&gt; nightmare things wouldn't go easy. I can't go to her house because it's a hole under a car!!! And the hole has something weird in it, sort of like a&amp;nbsp;cylindrical&amp;nbsp;object that &lt;i&gt;moves&lt;/i&gt;, and there were water running!!! And again, I'm supposed to go -full length, full weight- in there! I was hesitant because it was really really really SMALL! They all said it's okay, you won't get stuck or injured! I think I kinda realized this is a dream or I'd never be putting my leg!!! So I put my legs and they're suddenly cold and I wake up!!! My heart beats faster and it just feels baaaaaaaaaaaad!!!! I can't take this anymore. I want to go back to studying 'cause really, nothingness for over 5 days isn't recommended at all. Don't watch House M.D. in huge doses. There are a lot of hallucinations in there!!! And if you think a lot -like I do, no compliments intended- then you know that you won't get enough sleep even if you slept for 36 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-4990866396058020930?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/4990866396058020930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/cant-wait-till-saturday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4990866396058020930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4990866396058020930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/cant-wait-till-saturday.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait Till Saturday!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-3394925456887985879</id><published>2010-11-16T02:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T02:14:33.849+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eid Aladha'/><title type='text'>Birthday Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, happy eid to you all!! I know some sheep would be sad about this but it's eid for us anyway :p. Second, it's my B-dayyyyyyy. Can't believe that it's been a year since my last b-day :p &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; wallah :p?? It feels weird, a whole year? I lived through a whole year and barely felt it!! I have to say that since my bestie's b-day I made a promise to check google on my b-day to see what special thing has happened today!! Well I just saw it and NOTHING!! May I say that my friend Ohood shares the same b-day with Aghatha Christie :(? She doesn't even read for her!! Ehe ehe, that's not fair!! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second thing, I always feel horrible when people post lots of comments on my wall. They're too sweet haha. I never post on anyone's wall when it's their b-day. I'm too lazy to tell you the truth :p. From now on, Fadiah's gonna post on people's walls when it's their b-day, they deserve much better than that :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, people be generous with gifts please haha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;أنا غنية و أحب الهدية&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I never mind them, whatever that comes on your head I'd be happy with it :p. And really thanks for the b-day wishes, all I say is amen to all your prayers inshallah I will get what I wish for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's it for a quick b-day girl rants. Enjoy your eid :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-3394925456887985879?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3394925456887985879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday-rants.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3394925456887985879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/3394925456887985879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday-rants.html' title='Birthday Rants'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-4392627718789068321</id><published>2010-11-14T22:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:35:05.588+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mohammad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Converts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quran'/><title type='text'>How the Bible Lead Me to Islam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYMKQKSV0bY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYMKQKSV0bY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The video speaks for itself and this guy is more than amazing. Please spread it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-4392627718789068321?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/4392627718789068321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-bible-led-me-to-islam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4392627718789068321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4392627718789068321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-bible-led-me-to-islam.html' title='How the Bible Lead Me to Islam?'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-9158908342496552054</id><published>2010-11-13T07:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T07:47:20.019+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milkah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shabka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudi Arabia'/><title type='text'>Milkah in KSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamo alaikom all. Hope everyone's doing good. My parents and sister just left to start their Hajj journey and I'm finally at peace :p. LOL just kidding. I envy them as Hajj journey is the best thing that you could ever do in your life. Yes, expensive, but it's worth every penny you pay. Hope we all get the chance to do it more than just once in a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, dear &lt;a href="http://iamfarsilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farsilla&lt;/a&gt; wanted to know what's milkah like in KSA. Even googling didn't help to get a professional answer LOL. So I'll try to write this post from my own experience. First of all, it's officially a NOT necessary party :p. It's just to waste more money and be with the people you invited haha. But really, it's not necessary. After the engagement party there's shabka, where the future husband offers his gifts to his future bride :p. We -my place of the country- don't have this shabka. It's important though for let's say, hejazi people and others. I'm not really sure so I'll stop at this :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there's Milkah, which is pre-wedding party. Which is where akd-alqiran takes place and time. The party is arranged and paid for by the bride's family. I tried to google what's the exact origin of it, or why did it start, but there were no answers. My theory is that this party was first made by a woman who's going to get married in somewhere else, and thus needed a separate party for her own family and friends, or something like that. And with time, it nearly became obligatory :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some variation is that people do shabka after milkah -so that their appearance is officially halal- and others would merge the two parties together, and some -like us- just skip the shabka part :p. And some families share the expenses of the milkah with the groom's family and some don't. In the end, the difference between milkah and the wedding party is simply the fact that one family is in charge of everything :p. LOL that's all I could come up with. If you have anything else to say please enlighten me and help Farsilla to get to know our weddings more :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-9158908342496552054?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/9158908342496552054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/milkah-in-ksa.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/9158908342496552054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/9158908342496552054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/milkah-in-ksa.html' title='Milkah in KSA'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-14732697309319776</id><published>2010-11-12T05:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T05:03:19.594+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milkah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rasha'/><title type='text'>♪ Today Was a Fairytale ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was legendary, with all the possible meanings the word can carry. And I'm rhyming because I'm having post-&lt;i&gt;milkah&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;syndrome :P. Amazing Rana and Ahmed were stunning besmillah mashallah tabark alrahman. I was completely in awe of it. I was so happy to see my girlfriends outside the hospital and the college atmosphere. I do have to admit though that our social skills have&amp;nbsp;diminished&amp;nbsp;with time, :p but we catch up on those skills fast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The milkah is mini wedding, in case you're wondering, and I've never attended a milkah -in Jeddah- in a very very long time. I missed the enthusiasm. It's amazing mashallah. All girls were pretty princesses, everything was so perfect that I was this close to crying!! I was really happy for Rana, &lt;a href="http://only-aurora.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rasha&lt;/a&gt;'s sister, the bride and her husband they just made a very perfect and beautiful couple *_*. I think I just lost my voice cause I screamed a lot and my feet hurts so bad cause I couldn't sit down. We just rocked the house!!! I think the best part was that 50% of the guests were the bride's friends and Rasha's friends (us ya3ni!) So without us, it'd be dead :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and when they played "DJ got us falling in love" we were just, *sigh*... :').. I'm still in awe of the whole thing. I'm really happy. My happiness is indescribable!! I want a milkah like this. Mashallah mashallah mashallah I'm so happy that I believe saying any word would break the spell. My only wish -and I'll pray for that- is that they love a very long and happy life ♥♥.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congratulations Dr. Ahmed and Dr. Rana. May Allah bless you and protect you from every envious eye ♥. And of course may Allah grant us such good husbands too :p. Love you girls and simply in a short sentence, today was a fairytale ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-14732697309319776?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/14732697309319776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-was-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/14732697309319776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/14732697309319776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-was-fairytale.html' title='♪ Today Was a Fairytale ♪'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1973496378736043256</id><published>2010-11-04T21:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:33:42.357+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ophthalmo'/><title type='text'>One Down, Lots of Things to Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello bloggies. Let me tell you a little story. For the last week I was trying to ingest all ophthalmology in my head. It should have been a very easy process but not with procrastinators (i.e. me) :p. So I studied last weekend, and then gap, then on Sat, then gap, then&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Tuesday&amp;nbsp;I remembered that I have a final!!! And the final was on Wednesday in case you're wondering :p. So I studied like I never did before (metaphorically) and as usual, well not that very usual, I had one of my panic attacks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, you may be wondering when did those panic attacks started? I mean was I panic attacked before :\? The answer is, after the pharma issue, obviously :p. I was so stone-hearted before that that I really really could&amp;nbsp;distribute some of it to the others :p. Then suddenly I became so fragile that it would be a disaster if I stayed alone. I still believe that this is drama-queen-like attitude. But my &lt;a href="http://junky4words.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Junky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;believes that it's normal :p. I hope I recover soon though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still feel that I'm obligated to explain why did I get a panic attack in ophthalmo!! The truth is, even though the course is stupid, and easy, and sworn by at least 6 batches before that it's the easiest thing I might ever experience in the sea of medicine, I was freaked out because of two things, first, I kinda forgot what it's like to have a final! Because the last final before that was about 6 or 7 months ago! So my brain was kinda rusty :S. And so I panicked!! Justified? The other reason is that it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOUR MARKS PER QUESTION!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't give a shit if the question was &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; IT'S FOUR MARKS!!!! So I got 3 questions wrong. Which means I got 88. I really thought it was 3 per question T_T. I wanted to have an A :(. Yalla inshallah in ENT final. Two extra reasons is that sweet ophtha -and ENT as well- have on mids, no evaluation, nothing. It's attendance and final marks!! A9lan it can't be named final. That's stupid, if you have no mid, how do you call this final :\?? The last thing is that I kept soothing my bro about how exams will be easy inshallah and stuff that I began to be just as paranoid as him O_O. Which is really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, the exam went really smooth al7amdellah. we did it in 30 minutes :P. I just hate it when standards change. A final should be feared of and respected and dealt with as a final. This final is like a quiz :S. Yet it's damn scary I have to say O_O. And you should have seen the docs laughing at us =_=. 3ama inshallah :@. That was really mean. But inshallah inshallah inshallah the ENT final would be better. Ya Rab ya Karim!! Other than that, my weekend is sweet and cozy ♥. It's perhaps the first weekend in ages that is not boring. For those who are going to Hajj this year PRAY for everyone. For medical students to be less stressed :p. It's really a huge obstacle. Pray for Muslims all around the world. Just pray and take lots of pictures too :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1973496378736043256?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1973496378736043256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-down-lots-of-things-to-go.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1973496378736043256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1973496378736043256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-down-lots-of-things-to-go.html' title='One Down, Lots of Things to Go!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1321581836138397335</id><published>2010-10-31T17:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:29:31.036+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing Eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blind Spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ophthalmo'/><title type='text'>Interesting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Medicine is amazing. Amazing in every tiny little detail. Even when you hate it, I hated pharmacology enough but it can't be un-interesting! So is ophthalmology. Oh our eyes are so beautiful no matter how they look on the outside. Just by studying the physiology of everything you're left in awe of it!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've always read/studied about the blind spot. I never understood it. They always said the exact same definition that I heard million of times. &lt;i&gt;It's the spot that when light fall on it reflects no pictures because there are no cons and rods.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I hated that 'cause I never felt what it's like. In case you don't know, I hate to study things that aren't applicable, felt, or visualized. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;و ياااا مااا انحشيت عالشي دا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course it has a clinical correlations &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*obviously*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;but I wanted to know for the sheer fun of it :p. And I did yelled in excitement when it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, so a dedicated friend told me how to really umm, you know, just to believe that you have a blind spot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TM15pHrDm1I/AAAAAAAAA2o/j1cg6r0k69o/s1600/68737_157438780959577_100000803672718_243404_4188560_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TM15pHrDm1I/AAAAAAAAA2o/j1cg6r0k69o/s400/68737_157438780959577_100000803672718_243404_4188560_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's the picture, draw it on a paper it's much easier :p. Close the left eye. Focus on the ( + ) sign. And with your other hand pull the paper closer to your face. Keep doing so till the dot disappears. Just the dot!! Yay and that's what excited me the most. Heheee. Rotate the paper 180 degrees and repeat the process on the other eye. I have no idea when will it be pathological &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*didn't start studying that yet*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but inshallah you're all healthy :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now whatever your specialty, would you please mention something interesting? At least interesting from &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;point of view. See you people next time :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh and I know this might be really silly or old news :p, but I still believe it's awesome ♥.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1321581836138397335?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1321581836138397335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/interesting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1321581836138397335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1321581836138397335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/interesting.html' title='Interesting!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TM15pHrDm1I/AAAAAAAAA2o/j1cg6r0k69o/s72-c/68737_157438780959577_100000803672718_243404_4188560_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-8045393135315854169</id><published>2010-10-26T01:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:01:59.749+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Holes'/><title type='text'>You're The Leader!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;First, I'd like to thank Hind (the one in the chatbox) and her friends for lifting my spirit up so high today. Thanks girls for your sweet comments and I hope I this blog will always be up to your expectations ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;_____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Background: a hospital corridor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Background music: grey's anatomy theme song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Scene: girls looking happy and ambitious walking through the corridor in slow motion, their hair flying, their awesomeness is fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Me thinking loudly: WOW, today was a very... very... what's the word? Well it can't be just one word. It was a very good, emotional, really&amp;nbsp;beneficial&amp;nbsp;day! Real cases!! The clinic was really good!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scene goes back to normal speed motion and background music stops abruptly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allow me to shatter your dream about a poor medical student spending a good day :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, I think I'm going to kill my mobile soon. I missed the 07:00 a.m. bus because the driver claimed that my mobile was off. I couldn't yell at him as I wanted to because my Zain SIM goes off sometimes without warning =_=. And it's not the first time it happened. I was really angry. But enough about that. It's not like it's the first lecture that I attend only half of it!! When I&amp;nbsp;sneaked&amp;nbsp;into the audirtorium at 09:00 a.m. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;(The lecture starts at 08:30)&lt;/span&gt; I saw the lecturer -Dr. Hisham Alem- and I was immediately relieved! This man sub7an Allah, wallahi no one could just see him and feel horrible or angry or bear any negative emotions for anyone. He said once that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; "There are people whom you look at and feel happy."&lt;/span&gt; I dunno if he knows it, but he's one of those guys. So then the tutorial, it was a mess, dim lights, the doctor expecting interaction, I was absolutely OFF!!! Not once, not even by mistake have I said anything or even laughed!! Yes I was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; off!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, there was the clinic. You see you can have as many tutorials and lectures as you want, but you'll never discover what girls are really like except in clinic time. It was the most annoying thing ever. To remind you, the group is 12 girls only. Yet, they manage to ruin every thing in sight :\. They're like brats! You know I think I checked oxford's dictionary and couldn't find a descriptive word for they really are :p. They start off by acting as if the leader is doing what she likes and not what they like. The annoying thing is that the leader, is actually their friend. And I'm like&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; "Guys don't you even trust your friend?"&lt;/span&gt; That was a shock to me! And then they decided to act really upon it! First of all, before they acted like this, there was some sort of bipolarity in what they said, one minute they all go like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're the leader, you do this." "You do that." "Bring that sheet." "Copy those papers." "Go to the secretary." "I want to check my signature."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And then suddenly, they act as if she's taking what's legally theirs O_O. How on earth did you girls reach this stage?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the leader decided to take a different approach. She believes -and so do I- that her leadership is about the very basics, attendance sheets, announcing what's new, you know, what any leader who is NOT a friend with the group members would do. She started today -and I hope she continues- and decided to leave the girls to do whatever they wanted, from dividing themselves as they wished, to choosing whatever clinic to choosing their doctor blah blah blah. And my oh my. The clinic was literally a mess. Even though we had enough doctors, well we stuck to our clinic to avoid seeing the other girls who caused the whole thing so we don't really know what happened in the other clinics but guess what O_O?? Since they're following their concept of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;"I'll choose whatever I want and get in whatever clinic I wish for and all of you girls can go to hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; they crashed in, and when the doc motioned for us to see the patient's eye through that multi-tasking device &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;(it's really awesome!)&lt;/span&gt; the girl jumped forward. Literally, as if we're not there!! &lt;b&gt;AND SHE'S THE WHO JUST SHOWED UP!!&lt;/b&gt; That was just, funny/infuriating. Infuriating 'cause obviously we were there earlier and any creature with the least developed brain functions would realize that if you came to a place that offers services of whatever kind, and there were other creatures, you'd STAND IN THE LINE OR F*** OFF!!! But obviously, in the zoo it doesn't matter, right? Funny because it's always amusing to see a 21 years old girl acting like a 7 years old who've never been introduced to something called 'manners'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was really interesting to know more and more about those girls before I take such a very serious step and get closer to them! Team work seems to like to disappoint me, day after day. What we're doing is not even a team work. It's team organizing and it failed big time. Well I can't blame the teaming thing. Obviously it's the girls! The end. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.s. I don't generalize that. The girls mentioned are probably two or three. Not the whole group.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.p.s. Leader, I know you were extremely angry about what happened today. So I decided to take it out of your chest by writing this. Allah y3eenik :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-8045393135315854169?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8045393135315854169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-leader.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8045393135315854169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/8045393135315854169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-leader.html' title='You&apos;re The Leader!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-7157661968350001265</id><published>2010-10-24T05:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T05:49:15.439+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ophthalmo'/><title type='text'>Common Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I've always hated that two words! Why is it common :p? Are there types of cold that aren't common? Whatever. I dunno!! Btw just to let you know, this post is feverish. Meaning that I don't hold&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;of what's written here :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Opthalma started really slow and I'm having nightmares about the exam already. I still miss my group. It's been quite a long time since we been together for a whole day. Obviously it's impossible now since we can't attend classes together like we used to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Anyhow, so I have cold. I hate cold. I mean hello, I had ENT for the last two weeks and you showed up now? Usually I get the symptoms with the subject I'm studying :p. Much easier to interpret everything hehehe. But now I'm completely disabled :@. I'm sleeping 4 hours/night which is very horrible as I couldn't reach my REM stage =_=. Allah y3een though. Yesterday the clinic was so organized! That's 1-0 for ophtha. But hey, nothing's perfect right? We've been waiting with the patients for the dear consultant to show up and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;! I've always wondered why is there only ONE consultant in the clinic =_=? Obviously the other ranks (hehe feels like military) below him wouldn't bother to even look at our side! I felt diseased O_O. I mean more diseased than I actually am :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Anyhow, it's been quite a boring day. And when I came back I had to go to Red Sea Mall. I LOVE THE PLACE!!!! I'm like really really in love with the place. I wanted to live there :p. Everything is so big and huge that I was tempted to run!!! Hehehe. That was the end of my day. Now I'm posting at around 06:00 getting ready for my new day. Allah y3een is all I can say. Morning routine is getting more and more difficult to bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;See you next time lovely people ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-7157661968350001265?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/7157661968350001265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/common-cold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7157661968350001265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7157661968350001265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/common-cold.html' title='Common Cold'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-6387995122216452721</id><published>2010-10-22T02:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T04:19:41.487+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Med07'/><title type='text'>The Master of Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;God if I was a good girl I would have written like, about 3 or 4 posts now :p. But I happen to be the master of procrastination :D. You've got something to do later but can't? Come to me I'll teach you how to do so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Tuesday we had a party with my med07 girls -that's my batch before I left them!- and it was amazing!! In case you don't know, we do make an annual party for whatever reason -sometimes without a reason- just so we can catch up and you know, like a reunion party!! Of course, we had our little fashion show. Bad news is that we didn't put much effort in it like we did last time. So it was kinda weak, but fun is what matters, right? Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/account/audio/Ztn1dI3A/Fashion_Show__Black__White__20.html"&gt;track&lt;/a&gt; me and &lt;a href="http://confessions-med-drama-queen.blogspot.com/"&gt;DramaQueen&lt;/a&gt; made :D. Of course I wouldn't have made awesome choices if it weren't for DramaQueen ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fashion show music tip: Adam Lambert and Lady Gaga always always work!!! Don't bother searching for something else when you have those :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then on Wednesday, nothing worth mentioning. Oh yes, I happen to finish early. So I attended the seminar with my friend &lt;a href="http://ohood-ohood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ohood&lt;/a&gt;. The doc is horrible. Needless to blame though =_=. If you're teaching Family or Community then you sure as hell you're horrible. Another info keep in mind, the stupider the subject, the more psychologically disturbed the doctors are!! I think the last sentence will need further explanation! We shall talk about that later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What else? Oh yes, My batch spends lots of money on lovely gifts in those annual&amp;nbsp;reunions! I do say 'annual reunions' because I haven't seen lots of girls since the beginning of this year!! And I really missed them. So my gift was froggy cup or pen holder or whatever they name it and a lovely cup with cute duck wearing scarf :P. Btw, I intend to create a huge collection of friendship cups!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TMx8IlabphI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GnNOjA6cXmM/s1600/DSC05528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TMx8IlabphI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GnNOjA6cXmM/s640/DSC05528.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Gifts for girls who participated in whatever activity in the batch :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yummy Chocoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TMx_cdiFDYI/AAAAAAAAA2g/rZyFCy64toY/s1600/DSC05548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TMx_cdiFDYI/AAAAAAAAA2g/rZyFCy64toY/s640/DSC05548.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Different angles :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TMyAqYloZDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Hx9SYuSmElw/s1600/DSC05587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TMyAqYloZDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Hx9SYuSmElw/s640/DSC05587.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And my cup and froggy ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next time :). Jum'a Mubaraka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-6387995122216452721?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/6387995122216452721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/master-of-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6387995122216452721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6387995122216452721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/master-of-procrastination.html' title='The Master of Procrastination'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TMx8IlabphI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GnNOjA6cXmM/s72-c/DSC05528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-7120151328348823395</id><published>2010-10-17T19:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:16:47.835+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telepathy'/><title type='text'>I Haven't Reached That Level Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I love birthdays :D. Happy b-day my dear Rana. May all your life become most awesome, happy, amazing and may you always get what you want ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;_____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello there. Why does a human being develop insomnia? For two days I'd finish my stuff early and really wish to go to sleep but it's useless. I look at the bed and I feel nothing!! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;*LOL sounds like two broken up exes who don't have feelings for each other any more :p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Anyhow I couldn't even yawn!!! I'm a yawner by nature. Reaching this stage is quite alarming. I've been sleeping 4 hours/day and it's annoying. Stupid dreams that mean nothing. More like flash backs from the day and it feels like you want to shut down your TV but can't!!! =____=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow. Never mind though, today I was walking with Ohood and I was nudging her, trying to get her attention on something. The corridor was crowded so I didn't wanna talk! And ugh, being in situations like these, made us communicate by eyes, hand motions, the degree and direction of neck rotation &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; هذه متعوب عليها &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, sometimes just by facial expressions :p. And we developed a very good understanding for every hand motion blah blah blah. Why's all that? For the sake of &lt;i&gt;immediate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;info exchange :p. We wouldn't want to miss anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, when I nudged Ohood today she seemed like she's nodding so I waited for a minute till we get our space, it turned out that she was puzzled. I told her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-و بكل صفاقة في الحياة-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"I asked you a question, telepathically!!!!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL the girl burst into laughing and I laughed even harder for believing that our limited wi fi really worked!!! And that whatever I said would somehow transfer into her brain. Wallahi I've never laughed like today, I felt so stupid/childish. It was funny :p. I always trusted Ohood because she'd pick it up quickly. Hahaaaa, then she said&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; "OMG, No I haven't reached that level &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; It's then when we even laughed harder at the possibility that in future, our promised wi fi would work for real :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing feels awesome as moments like these!!! Love you my dearest friends :').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-7120151328348823395?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/7120151328348823395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-havent-reached-that-level-yet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7120151328348823395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7120151328348823395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-havent-reached-that-level-yet.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Reached That Level Yet'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2124570255681829477</id><published>2010-10-15T22:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:16:36.778+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Batch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teamwork'/><title type='text'>I Miss Solo Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;First of all, this post is to be posted on Wednesday :p. Lazy lazy me. Never mind, I think I have a showing my feelings delay :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Anyhow, groups fight never ends, like really really will never ever end. I had a very very long with my bestie &lt;a href="http://ohood-ohood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ohood&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday about how things changed ever since we started our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; ways, it was tragic, dramatic more accurately :p. At one point she even said &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;"I MISSED HAVING YOU IN MY GROUP!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I couldn't agree more!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;So even though things were much easier, people won't have it the easy way!!! I mean, the batch is divided into two groups. We started ENT/Ophthalmo course, the others started community medicine. And in our groups we're further subdivided into 2 groups; one started ENT, the other Ophthalmo. To make things much easier, the ENT group is further subdivided into 2 groups, A and B. The last division is groups A and B being divided into a 12-students- 2 groups each.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;See how few we've become? So when we have clinic or tutorial we'd be 24 girls okay? Yet there's always something missing. We have only one doctor!! Which makes the clinic a zoo *with all due respect*.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;So when the poor leader of my subgroup suggests that we should divide ourselves into further tinier subgroups so we can absorb our sessions better, and that we should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;the cases instead of attacking the clinics and the patients,&amp;nbsp;the girls all yell and say that's a stupid idea, and that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; "د. فلان قال المفروض نزاحم عشان نتعلم"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;First of all, apparently they know nothing about the doc they're quoting, never mind though. To tell you the truth, I've never been (=__=) or (:\) as much as I was that day. I mean girls, do you even listen to yourselves :\??? All cases were otitis media, sinusitis, sore throat, and when a weird case showed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;(TB, check last post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; you all ran out like she was HIV positive or something!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT??? GROW UP PLEASE!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Of course I wouldn't mention what happened with my dear Ohood. LOL she should do the talking herself. But my point is, that sometimes I miss school. You worked for yourself, not that I'm encouraging selfishness, but honestly, it was easier when it was only &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; to control. Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;"team work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sucks big time. And I just mentioned one example!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2124570255681829477?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2124570255681829477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-solo-work.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2124570255681829477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2124570255681829477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-solo-work.html' title='I Miss Solo Work'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-365966338562901764</id><published>2010-10-10T21:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:06:42.458+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Blogging Again | Real Docs of Genius!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamo alaikom wa rahmatu Allah wa barakatu :D. I missed you all ♥. My accounts, my favorite blogs, my lovely followers on both blogger and twitter. My MSN, LOL. EVERYTHING :D. I really hope everyone's doing okay inshallah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So enough with the pleasantries :p. You know what I hate the most? When I always signed in blogger waiting for inspiration to come so I can write something, and exactly the minute I got disconnected, thoughts fell from everywhere. And I was so frustrated about that, that I didn't even bothered to write down the brilliant ideas :p. Nevertheless, academic year could NEVER begin without &lt;b&gt;'brilliant ideas'&lt;/b&gt;, now could they? :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, do you remember the genetics course last year? it was two weeks long, the two batches (med07 - med08) took it. So this year we have no genetics course. So the real docs of genius in this college, instead of dividing these 2 weeks on courses that needed few more days (i.e. lab, radio, etc), they decided to use the &lt;b&gt;WHOLE TWO WEEKS&lt;/b&gt; in what? Did you guess? You guessed wrong, they wasted it on an &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;'introduction.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My issue is what's in this 'intro'! It's simply examination of the body systems. Do you have any idea how many summer courses were dedicated to this thing only? I can bet that 80% of the batch was involved in any of these courses if not more than one!! Did you know that these courses had real lecture + real workshops and any tiny repition of the WHOLE thing would be a giant useless waste of time and I couldn't hate my 'real docs of genius' more?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second point is that, what's with doctors? Really!! One can kill all your enthusiasm and it's just 09:00 a.m. while we starve for some encouraging no matter how fake it might be! One doctor I'd like to call &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Dr. Ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, loves to start his lectures with the exact same phrase after &lt;i&gt;'besmillah'&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;'salamo alaikom'&lt;/i&gt;, which is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;'If you're not ready for real work then this is your golden chance to leave medical school.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;------------------------------ I've run out of comments and facial expressions. I'm like, please shut up, you're the last person we'd take tips from. But poor poor us. No words comes out. Only anger and frustration bottled in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another doctor I'd like to call &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Dr.Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, she comments on the tintiest stupidest hand motion, leg movement, looks, breathing patterns, and whatever that comes from a student during a lecture!!! I thought she's easily distracted, and I prayed for her to be healed but it turned out that she's nothing but a controlling A-hole O_O. I mean she looks at this girl and tell her &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;"Stop moving your legs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, looks at the other saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Why are you frowning?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I don't like your friend's attitude"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;"This is not a cafe, take you coffee out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... and there you go. Now I remember another doctor I'd like to call &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Dr.Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, she comments on girls' facial expressions!!! How the hell am I supposed to look like during the lecture, huh? =_=... Too interested would be fake, normal dull face will make them suspect hypothyroidism, dreamy look will make them say I'm spaced out. I mean seriously, do you keep a mirror in front of you to check out your facial expressions? A-hole docs. Bunch of old idiots who care about nothing but titles and formalities and looks. God I wanna kill them all!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now if this is the introduction, how exactly would you welcome the new academic/clinical year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now the two weeks have ended, Alhamdolillah, and now we started ENT/Ophthalmo course. And again, people never cease to amaze you. First of all, I really believe that the so-called-introduction should have had lectures about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;'how to deal with a patient with an infectious disease? I.e. TB, HIV,... etc'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; instead of all that junk about &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;ethical parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that -and let's face it- are rarely applied in real life??? Why this? Because today we were in an ENT clinic, we had a patient with TB. The shame, oh the shame, is that girls were so disturbed and were leaving as if there was a lion over there. IT WAS SUPER EMBARRASSING!! If you wanna leave, you chicken, you can leave with a tiny respect for the patient. Hide your damn fear. Or as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Dr.Ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; loves to say &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;"This is your golden chance to get the hell outta here!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; God what am I saying? There was a doctor talking to us without even stepping into the tiny clinic. Dear LORD you're not going to be assassined :@. URRRRGHHHHH&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--------------Venting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few minutes later, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Dr. MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; comes in and examines the patient with his bare hands. I think he's the one assigned for her case and he knows better than to chicken out like she's carrying some virus that will kill the whole humanity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, all that of course excluduing the bunch of A-holes with me in the bus. God I can't deal with low-class girls. Seriously, horrible vocabulary is being used, not to mention the racism and the excessive mocking in every sentence they say. If I was a tiny bit sensitive I'd end up crying for those who were meant by those offenses!! Please please ya Rabbi make tomorrow a better day, with better people. Grant me the strength to go through my morning bus routine and to ignore all those people who add nothing to our lives as much as take from it!! Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See ya next time :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;P.s. The docs' names have nothing to do with their characters, if you knew who am I talking about, you'd find the link between them and the names here :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;P.p.s. Did you know that during this time of being internet-less I read EIGHT books including the one stuck over there for ages (why are women accepting Islam?) :D???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I'm so proud of myself :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-365966338562901764?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/365966338562901764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/blogging-again-real-docs-of-genius.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/365966338562901764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/365966338562901764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/10/blogging-again-real-docs-of-genius.html' title='Blogging Again | Real Docs of Genius!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2162702119014590385</id><published>2010-09-05T10:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:30:13.602+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Song'/><title type='text'>Call Me a Five-Years Old ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I Love Zain!! The telecom company, yes. They're awesome. I remember last year when STC and Mobily were fighting like two wives of the same man, or as in Arabic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;6bayen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love Zain because it's, it's above all!! It's working for their customers. Not for looking good and cool winning fights!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I love their songs. All of them. I love Arabic language sung by this woman that I have no idea what's her name :(. Anyhow, her voice is sooooo beautiful and serene ♥. Seriously you'll be just an idiot if you don't like Arabic sung by her!!! I could paste hearts from now till the end of the post :p. I'm going to post the latest one. But please please check the rest of them ♥. Okay? And if I found a translation I'll post it inshaAllah. But WATCH this before! :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="415" width="515"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUgzBGW-zAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUgzBGW-zAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="515" height="415"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Ok after second opinion, I decided to use google translator and edit it a little :P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;*Super excited I dunno why*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yuhka anna hunaka madina *** It's said that there's a city&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talla alaiha hilalul Eid *** Was overlooked by the Eid crescent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wamtala'at turuqatoha zeenah *** And its streets was filled with decorations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Labisa al kollo thawba jadeed&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;Every wore a new clothing/thawb :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ella anna hunaka so'al!!!&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;But there's still a question!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matha yash-gholaha al atfal?&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;What occupies those kids?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lima akhatho al aghrada khilsa?&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;Why did they take the stuff secretly?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kollon kan yas'al nafsah!!&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;Everyone was asking him/herself!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qabl wajbatel Ashaa,&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;Before the dinner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sa'ado ghosn al-bazella'a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;They climbed the peas branch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wajado al ghoula honaka waheed&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;They found the ghoul/ogre there alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wa daa'woh le leqa'a al Eid!!&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;And they invited him to meet the Eid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wa kashafo an kursi jadeed!!&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;And they revealed a new chair!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jalasa alaihi al ghoul sa'eed&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;On which the ghoul sat happily :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fal farhato fe yawmel Eid&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;Cuz the happiness in al Eid&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lamma no'ti minha tazeed :D&amp;nbsp;***&amp;nbsp;When we give away from it, it increases :D.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;And that's it :p. I am so happy now and I can't explain it, it's weird. If you found any mistake in translation or transliteration feel free to correct me please :). Thanks All and enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2162702119014590385?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2162702119014590385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/09/call-me-five-years-old.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2162702119014590385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2162702119014590385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/09/call-me-five-years-old.html' title='Call Me a Five-Years Old ♥'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5027464045403851048</id><published>2010-09-01T14:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:34:32.316+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellbeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alhamdolillah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tonsillitis'/><title type='text'>Alhamdolillah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamo Alaikom. I just came back from hospital. I had tonsillitis. Which is the most annoying infection I've been introduced to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two lessons I came up with, always pray for protection from Hellfire. Jeddah never been hotter, by the exact minute I was out of the house I was profusely sweating and could barely walk!! The sun was like, FALLING on my head!! Which reminded me of the dua we say before tasleem in prayers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Allahomma inni a'ootho bika men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;athabi jahannam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; wa athabi al-qabr wa fitnati al mahya wal mamat, wa fitnati al maseeh al dajjal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;O Allah! I seek refuge in You from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;torment of the Hellfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;, from the torment of the grave, from the trials and afflictions of life and death, and from the deception of the False-Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I think this is a daily reminder for us so we wouldn't wrong anyone or do bad deeds. The second lesson is always thank Allah for well-being and health. You never appreciate your health till you lose it, or lose a very tiny bit of it. It's just tonsillitis and I couldn't communicate with my family for 2 days!! It's just tonsillitis and I barely prayed. It's just tonsillitis and I couldn't eat nor drink anything except Zamzam water and honey. And all was taken away by two IVs and few medications!! Awesome!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ibn Adam is truly weak. And -thus- in eternal need for his Creator. Alhamdolillah ya Rabbi for your endless blessings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5027464045403851048?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5027464045403851048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/09/alhamdolillah.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5027464045403851048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5027464045403851048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/09/alhamdolillah.html' title='Alhamdolillah'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5286920586619062583</id><published>2010-08-29T10:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:02:45.840+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookmarks'/><title type='text'>Drawing Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamo alaikom all. Hope everyone's having a good time. For almost 4 days I've been drowning&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; -that was dramatic hehe- &lt;/span&gt;myself into drawing. Not professional stuff you know. I'm too lazy to do that to tell you the truth. But well, I loved easier stuff, small ones. Those things that finish quickly. You got me right xD. I love to draw bookmarks the most. And sometimes I love to draw on clipboards. They look great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, so I really made one for each female resident of the house :p. Which&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; -btw-&lt;/span&gt; is a lot, since&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; -again-&lt;/span&gt; I'm lazy :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So without further due, I present you my bookmarks. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Those three are very old. But it's good thing that I have their pics!! Because I think I gave them away. Used by&amp;nbsp;Faber-Castell colors. They're awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THndX4nSXrI/AAAAAAAAAys/x-0gdh7oEpk/s1600/DSC_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THndX4nSXrI/AAAAAAAAAys/x-0gdh7oEpk/s640/DSC_0046.jpg" width="634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;Text, The deeper the night, the brighter the stars&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;The deeper the grief, the closer is God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THndrXCE-KI/AAAAAAAAAyw/awsVNPlI3kI/s1600/DSC_0047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THndrXCE-KI/AAAAAAAAAyw/awsVNPlI3kI/s640/DSC_0047.jpg" width="606" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those are made by&amp;nbsp;Faber-Castell Aqaurelle. I've always had the intention to buy this set but I sent my brothers -btw they have no artistic sense ever- all the time and they got me the regular ones all the time. Until one day, out of nowhere, I found it :p. And I'm so happy with my tiny creations. Those bookmarks are for my nieces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;*Trying to make them love reading :p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnmLe9N1bI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZyJaVXnGVFk/s1600/DSC04964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnmLe9N1bI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZyJaVXnGVFk/s640/DSC04964.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnny5RSNBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lSl1f4Bw-aA/s1600/DSC04967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="586" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnny5RSNBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lSl1f4Bw-aA/s640/DSC04967.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnnD-HLDuI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/iSqC6_H8030/s1600/DSC04966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnnD-HLDuI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/iSqC6_H8030/s640/DSC04966.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;P.s. Don't mind my handwriting, usually I'm better than that O_O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Those are brand new, 24 hours old xD. Before using water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnp2LbJouI/AAAAAAAAAzc/XWTn1XlcvD8/s1600/DSC04977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnp2LbJouI/AAAAAAAAAzc/XWTn1XlcvD8/s640/DSC04977.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnrAg8f1HI/AAAAAAAAAzg/o2i4opppHEk/s1600/DSC04982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnrAg8f1HI/AAAAAAAAAzg/o2i4opppHEk/s640/DSC04982.JPG" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnsUUeN0KI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Aw-3eJZxkxA/s1600/DSC04983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnsUUeN0KI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Aw-3eJZxkxA/s640/DSC04983.JPG" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for the clipboards, I've evolved with time :p. But they're not perfect to tell you the truth, however, I intend to make an awesome one before the academic year starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was the very first clipboard drawing I ever did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnw3zjavtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/wjxnuEehGeU/s1600/IMG000004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnw3zjavtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/wjxnuEehGeU/s400/IMG000004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was for &lt;a href="http://only-aurora.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rasha&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnwCmq2MNI/AAAAAAAAAzo/gpy3BhwtqO8/s1600/3029_76501153375_611818375_1619378_857491_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnwCmq2MNI/AAAAAAAAAzo/gpy3BhwtqO8/s640/3029_76501153375_611818375_1619378_857491_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here for &lt;a href="http://ohood-ohood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ohood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnwf2qvBBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/kf8lQ3ngq20/s1600/DSC01269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnwf2qvBBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/kf8lQ3ngq20/s640/DSC01269.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guessed :p, for &lt;a href="http://coconaughtys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kawthar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnw242KNeI/AAAAAAAAAzw/YuDMzeJ_MBM/s1600/DSC01355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnw242KNeI/AAAAAAAAAzw/YuDMzeJ_MBM/s640/DSC01355.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was supposed to be better, but what can we say :p? Lack of planning. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnxPE7SDEI/AAAAAAAAAz4/92DGOtDq24A/s1600/scan0002+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THnxPE7SDEI/AAAAAAAAAz4/92DGOtDq24A/s640/scan0002+(3).jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally this post will see the light. Seriously, I had hard hard time dealing with it. Starting from finding out about my picasa web album :p. Until next post, hope you'll have good times :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5286920586619062583?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5286920586619062583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/drawing-again.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5286920586619062583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5286920586619062583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/drawing-again.html' title='Drawing Again'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/THndX4nSXrI/AAAAAAAAAys/x-0gdh7oEpk/s72-c/DSC_0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-6112012882563738041</id><published>2010-08-25T10:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:48:48.494+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudi Arabia'/><title type='text'>Standing My Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Very early P.S. I don't usually combine culture with religion, I hate to do that. But I wanted to discuss both subjects here in one post. So, sorry if you got confused.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not a person who gets angry easily. Well maybe I am, but only when something huge happens. To me the only two huge things are any disrespect against Islam and my country and less importantly of course, having someone messing my stuff due to my OCD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What brought that up? A friend of mine was trying so horribly to make me buy an iphone. So the motive was the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF8uR6Z6KLc"&gt;Steve Jobs' 2005 Stanford Commencement Address video&lt;/a&gt;. Anyhow, you know how a tiny thing leads to all this. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;*I love to write the story behind the post before I start actually writing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I loved the video, I loved his speech, the way he displayed his life just like a movie. I loved his concepts and everything, except of course I hated it when he made that joke on windows :p. In case you dunno, I'm a windows supporter. Never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, that's not the case, the case is that I saw Oprah's speech in the related videos and I was so excited so I told a couple of friends &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-the friend who pursuaded me to buy an iphone and another one-&lt;/span&gt; about the video. They all said that she's racist. I didn't believe that. One said that she's racist against anything but African American people and the other said she's racist against Arabs. I didn't know that before few hours ago! I mean I might be 3abee6a! But I didn't see it, maybe I loved her too much? And since I really held &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-yes that's past tense-&lt;/span&gt; huge respect for her, I was still not believing what my friends said. So I googled it!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The answer came in different posts and videos and you can do that, I'm not going to &amp;nbsp;display them all. But what caught my eyes the most is &lt;a href="http://swaleff.wordpress.com/2009/10/12/nancy-ajram-in-oprahs-racist-reportage/#comment-402"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://front-line.blogspot.com/2007/05/oprah-supports-racism-in-solidarity.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. About the second post, whether she knows or not, do you honestly think a huge media icon should move without&amp;nbsp;studying&amp;nbsp;their moves very carefully? I think that, quoting the author&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"It is sad to believe that Oprah believed these Zionist lies about fighting terror."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay forget that I said that, don't study your moves, do whatever you want. But as an individual, can't you be neutral until you're 100% sure about what you intend to say? I mean seriously people, there's a video that I can't find on youtube when Oprah interviewed Rania Albaz who is a Saudi citizen and was beaten by her ex-husband. One of the things Oprah said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"Thank God I don't live there."&lt;/span&gt; I.e. Saudi Arabia. &lt;b&gt;WOW!!! As if there's a 0 % of women being beaten in USA? As if it's heaven over there while we're begging for freedom and awesomeness. Wow I think just became blind by the shining light coming from there!!&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;*Can you sense the sarcasm here?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whew. Thank Allah I don't live with such people whom, apparently,... they're apparently,.......... I'll keep this blanked due to the enormous flow of words in my brain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, first of all, again, too bad is that I held so much respect for Oprah and just now I realized I wasted all that &lt;i&gt;admiration&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on her. And you know why? Because I'm tired of everyone telling me to have an open mind and a tolerant heart and educated brain when no one would do the same in my case. Actually &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; case, since I'm talking about Islam and Saudi Arabia. I'm tired of excusing people for their ignorance, harsh comments and their stupid opinions &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-that they share with everyone, while we should shut up!! I dunno why- &lt;/span&gt;and their total dark dark dark dark medieval dark ignorance about Islam and Saudi Arabia. Here's the thing, well maybe I should educate some about life here as a Muslim and Saudi girl, but you should do some work as well, don't sit your butt bitching about Islam and KSA as if you're living in tiny little paradise and act as if you're not from this planet, when actually you never read a proper book about Islam , never been to KSA, and never had contacted anyone who's Muslim or Arab or Saudi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here's the thing, now this is for everyone not just&amp;nbsp;influential&amp;nbsp;people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, don't you ever judge a person unless you really lived with them. I used to say that watching people, reading about them, hearing about them makes you actually know them. I realized that it's wrong. You're reading and hearing and watching what OTHER PEOPLE have conveyed to you. That message just delivered to you might not be really accurate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if you ever had to judge &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-due to unknown reasons and uncontrolled emotions, I mean who knows?-&lt;/span&gt; then don't you ever generalize it. The stupidest thing anyone could ever do is to generalize anything based on one experience, let alone a hazy one. And Allah knows how &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;oh I mean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;superficially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;you knew that person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;*When your subject of judgement is about religions*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And let's say that you truly truly deeply knew that person &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-given that you didn't judge the whole nation for what s/he did-&lt;/span&gt; then be mature enough to not to relate between him/her and his/her religious background. Why? Believe it or not, we never claimed to be falling angels. We never said we're the best people in the whole wide world. And well by doing that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-connecting wrong cultural rituals with religion and considering them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;religious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;themselves-&lt;/span&gt;, you'll be rather emotional/idiot than objective. I mean isn't this what you people are good at? Claiming to be logical and objective when you're 1,000,000 light years away? You never hate a computer because its user was dumb enough to not to understand it. You never hate a car because the driver was idiot enough to screw it!! See &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/201/c/0/Because_he_is_a_muslim____by_Nayzak.swf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, it's far more creative and delivers the message very quickly and precisely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you still are going to attack, then at least, do yourself a favor and have the courtesy to read. Not books for&amp;nbsp;Orientalists, not for the bad ones anyway. Because Allah knows what have they put in their books. Go to reliable sources. For God's sake!!! Use some brain in that, would you? Oh BTW, get a translated &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-and interpreted as well-&lt;/span&gt; Quran if you wish to know more about Islam. Believe it or not, you won't read opposing thoughts, nor contradicted ideas of the author trying to proof him/herself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If, however, nothing seems to work with you, then my oh my, you've just signed up for being on the dumb, ignorant, idiotic, pathetic, brain-washed, non-thinker, non-brain-user, stupid, narrow-minded &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-oh yes, all that open-minded has gone through the window-&lt;/span&gt;, stereotyping, racist &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;*perhaps?*&lt;/span&gt; list!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so shocked by the stupidity and ignorance of idiots around the world when they comment on something, starting from Oprah who says about Lebanon &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"a deeply conservative country"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-apparently she's never been there, or her sources are simply not accurate!!-&lt;/span&gt; to people who call Prophet Mohammad peace be upon him a pedophile!!! Astaghfer-Allah :@. BTW, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cR7Ea8T8sTQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;watch this, till the last part.&lt;/a&gt; Maybe and I'll pray passionately that you'll be enlightened!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so tired &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-and may Allah forgive me for this-&lt;/span&gt; of having to proof my point over and over again. I began to really hate it when people say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"Muslims should clean their picture for the world." &lt;/span&gt;I used to agree on that, but not now, not at the moment anyway!! People seriously, how come I never knew about Christians or Jews having to clean up their frames for the world? I'm not trying to victimize myself, nor my religion. But I'm not lying nor fooling myself when I believe that non-Muslims&amp;nbsp;relate so badly between religion and people. Yes Islam commands us to be better people and better Muslims all the time, but last time I checked, we're humans too!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Now I'm remembering that old video I watched once but I forgot its name. I think it's made by a guy named Ahmad speaking about Islam in a very interesting way. If you know what I'm talking about, then please put the link here.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a Muslim and I'm a Saudi and I've been on a camel only once in my entire 21 years. I don't have an oil well next to my house.&amp;nbsp;Thus, I'm not throwing my money away, actually I have to save so hard to get what I want! I've never met a so called terrorist, nor do I wish to!! I don't live in a tent. My dad doesn't have 4 wives. My dad never beaten my mom, nor us. I wear Hijab proudly and convinced by the purpose of it. And well I have my down-ish moments, but well, well, well, does it always have to be related to those points I just mentioned? Talking about narrow-mindedness huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Message to all ignorants around the world, if you wish to stay that ignorant then you're not worthy of my time. If however you're seeking truth &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-whatever it is about-&lt;/span&gt;, then please search in the right places, stop following what the media says! &lt;b&gt;Unless what you're watching is a documentary that's produced by a very very reliable company&lt;/b&gt;, then just don't watch it. If you did however, then why don't you develop some filters in your brain??? To test those information very well before you use them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ask Allah for forgiveness if I am mistaken about something or someone, and I ask Allah to give me strength and wisdom and patience to be a better Muslimah. A true Muslimah and to convey his message to everyone around me, just the way Prophet Mohammad peace be upon him did so gracefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;سبحانك اللهم و بحمد, أشهد أن لا إله إلا أنت. أستغفرك و أتوب إليك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-6112012882563738041?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6112012882563738041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6112012882563738041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-early-p.html' title='Standing My Ground'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1242911291964281413</id><published>2010-08-22T06:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:07:58.633+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Effect Of Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Aren't you all tired of me talking too much about boredom? I adore it, to tell you the truth. Remember that old quote that I used once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.— Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;And I couldn't agree more. Ever since the last post I was so, so looking for inspiration. I had a very routine-ish Ramadhan day which is a bit too boring. So I was trying to be inspired by anything, guess what? Mission aborted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Anyhow, I went to visit &lt;a href="http://ifarah.ws/attic/"&gt;My Attic&lt;/a&gt;, and there was something that I really loved. In her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;there was a list of all her pages. I loved that. I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Why don't I have one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt; I mean it's not like I was busy at that time or something :p. So I made myself one. And then I thought I needed a good background. Here's the thing, I love (3afsh!).. Whatever the translation is in English :p. So then I took some extra time making that background, which pretty much represents everything in my life. So far at least. And then in the services tab I added my stuff, then I realized that I added 5 links. Then I saw flicker. I was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"ummm should I do this? Let me try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt; Besides, I was creating excuses to create a flicker :p, one of those is that I added 5 links -odd number- and I needed to make them a 6th one!! BTW, I really RARELY do monologues :p. But then again, consider my bored state of mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;So I started flickering! Which is annoying because they have this 'upload limit'. =_=. I mean what bothers you, flicker maker? That's super annoying. Besides I don't upload videos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;"Can I use the videos' upload limit for pictures?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; I dunno. Anyhow, I kinda liked it, except the upload limit thing. And also I removed all those quotes. Even though I loved them here but if I have gadgets for goodreads everywhere I don't think I'd need to post all these quotes here. Too much (3afsh!). That's what's great about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;exploring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;other blogs :P. Thanks &lt;a href="http://ifarah.ws/attic/"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt; for giving me a reason to write a new post :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1242911291964281413?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1242911291964281413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/effect-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1242911291964281413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1242911291964281413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/effect-of-boredom.html' title='Effect Of Boredom'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5707667159890991899</id><published>2010-08-17T11:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:05:50.338+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coincidence'/><title type='text'>Day Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi all how are you? I am so glad and positive and flying about the latest comments and e-mails of how my writing is good. I dunno about that, I believe you folks! To be honest, I don't judge myself I leave that to pretty much everyone else. So, I'd like to say thank you whoever is supporting me and thinks that there's a &lt;i&gt;creativity&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;vision&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;or as Barney says :p, &lt;i&gt;Vizhativity &lt;/i&gt;about what I write.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then again, am I that gifted? I don't like to think much about it, I'd like to just write and let those words come out whatever they are. So from the topic you could see that right now -or precisely before starting posting- I was a very bored person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I'm not in the mood for writing, reading, I'd like to search for blogs. But I tried that so many times and failed. All girls'&amp;nbsp;blogs seem to be about fashion and make up and all boys' blogs seem to be about business and being busy and how crowded their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm in no place to judge but I think that it's hard for me to find what I like. Especially in writing. No one seems to be easy and smooth in their writings, and I have to tell you that I'm afraid to death of belonging to this category!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But again, when it's your blog, you do whatever you do :), Right? Don't mind me. So I was bored enough to go check who's my friend following, and she has a very amazing list!! She follows all types of blogs, baking, fashion, ranting, random, friends &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ms-blogger.html"&gt;-us girls-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and many others. Her list is a treasure, but the most two blogs of which I loved so very much, reading only 2 posts each, are &lt;a href="http://mrmonous.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both Sides of The Brain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifarah.ws/attic/"&gt;My attic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't even get me started. Starting from the very names of their blogs to the tiniest detail and thought they're sharing or discussing... I just fell in love! It's been a really long time since I read something like that. I am super grateful for you &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dodah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I hope those writers still awesome at what they do. That's it for now. Oh and btw, I really hate it when a million thoughts pop in my brain I just wanna blog endlessly but then it's difficult to do so. My fingers hurt already =_=. Think I have CTS?? Hfff... What was I saying? I was saying bye and see you in another lunatic monologue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5707667159890991899?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5707667159890991899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-ranting.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5707667159890991899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5707667159890991899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-ranting.html' title='Day Ranting'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1915074414773661352</id><published>2010-08-16T00:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:40:31.140+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quran'/><title type='text'>Ayah Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamo Alaikom. How's Ramadhan going with you people? Hope it's amazing as it's usually is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;*too optimistic, I know*&lt;/span&gt;. With the book I'm currently reading -Why Are Women Accepting Islam?- I couldn't but relate to them. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I'm a slow reader, I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; But I love this book. And suddenly I began to think like one of them! You all have to read that book, it's amazing how every woman has a different story to tell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say actually but I wanted to share the Ayah that discussed the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;-mostly mentioned-&lt;/span&gt; point that all converts agreed on. And know that with reading Quran, and Allah SWT says&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGhbLyhmonI/AAAAAAAAAno/z2xN43uQNiw/s1600/DSC04919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGhbLyhmonI/AAAAAAAAAno/z2xN43uQNiw/s640/DSC04919.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;And whenever a surah is revealed there are some of them who say: The faith of which one of you hath this increased in faith? As for those who believe, it hath increased them in faith and they rejoice (therefor). (124) But as for those in whose hearts is disease, it only addeth wickedness to their wickedness, and they die while they are disbelievers. (125)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;So the Ayah that really attracted me because of it's simplicity and clarity is what Allah SWT about Jesus's Christ's (may the peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) creation. He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGhc_q6Or5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Scl4tSLqE74/s1600/DSC04918+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGhc_q6Or5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Scl4tSLqE74/s640/DSC04918+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo! the likeness of Jesus with Allah is as the likeness of Adam. He created him of dust, then He said unto him: Be! and he is. (59)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is it :). Spread this Ayah, you never know. You might help someone to convert! Salam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1915074414773661352?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1915074414773661352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/ayah-of-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1915074414773661352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1915074414773661352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/ayah-of-day.html' title='Ayah Of The Day'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGhbLyhmonI/AAAAAAAAAno/z2xN43uQNiw/s72-c/DSC04919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2741565230445415286</id><published>2010-08-12T01:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T03:42:28.336+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing Old Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;السلام عليكم. كيف أول يوم صيام؟؟؟ إن شاء الله مشي تمام؟؟ أنا جلست أتضارب مضاربة أذية مع انه مزاجي مو خربان... المهم ندخل في الموضوع؟؟&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;أختي كانت طفشانة. و كعادة أهل البيت لما يطفشوا. إش يسووا؟ يرتبوا!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;يب, الهرجة ما طلعت فيا بس.. هيهيهيهي كل البيت حالته صعبة فيما يخص الترتيب!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;لمهم جلست أختي ترتب شهاداتنا على مر العصور. اللي يضحك إنه لقينا مع الشهادات رسائل و صور!!! و إيش رسائل و إيش صور. و الله علينا أشكال زمان!!! تموت الواحد من الضحك. حفاظاً على سلامة القارئ, قررنا الاحتفاظ بالصور, و عرض الرسائل عشان نضحك شوية xD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;طبعا أنا افتكر إني أكتب رسائل اعتذار, حماس, حب, حب أخوي و اختوي يعني ههههه, و أحيانا رسائل عتاب!! متأثرة بتطبيق مادة التعبير و لا ما اعرف!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;المهم أفتكر و أنا مرة صغيرة, يمكن أول ما اتعلمت اكتب -خسارة ما عندي نسخة :(- إني عصبت من عمي الله يسعده و يطول لي في عمره, عصبت منه فكتبت له رسالة هزأت فيه... -يس يس كنت قليلة أدب!!- و في الأخير كتبت "متفق عليه". ما أفتكر في حياتي شفت عمي حشش ضحك زي ما ضحك على دي الكلمة. بابا كان يقول&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; "متى اجتمعوا الائمة و اتفقوا على رسائلك الفاضلة؟"&lt;/span&gt; ههههههه طبعا ما كنت أفهم. أشوفها بعد الأحاديث و كان يجيني إحساس إنها تعطي مصداقية للموضوع.. هههههه&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGMYCYQndLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VVatwnw_8Qs/s1600/DSC04878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGMYCYQndLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VVatwnw_8Qs/s640/DSC04878.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;إش رأيكم في الظرف؟ و الله أيام. أفتكر من هوسي بالظروف هذه كنت أكتب فيها رسائل للناس اللي مرة حأموت عليهم!! ههههههه.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGMZkncP8HI/AAAAAAAAAng/sGuy3fZpRyk/s1600/DSC04879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGMZkncP8HI/AAAAAAAAAng/sGuy3fZpRyk/s640/DSC04879.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;و السلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;أما بعد/ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;هنا يبدأ السطلان!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فإلى أطيب أخت في الدنيا, لن أذكر اسمها و لكني أحب أن أقول لها "قلب رحيم"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;بسسسسسسسس موتتيني الله يرحم أهلك!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;و طبعُ حليم&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;أنفع في الخطابة العربية و لا لأ؟؟ حياتي كلها فقش في فقش!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;أهناك أخت مثلها في هذه الدنيا؟؟!! بالطبع لا.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;بالله اسكتي خلاص!! مدري ليه حسيت نفسي حسن نصر الله. ههههههه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فليس هناك من في حنانها و لا في اهتمامها, إنها فعلاً كالأم&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;مو أقول لكم متأثرة بالتعبير؟ لو ماما سمعتني كففف على طول!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فهذه أول رسالة أكتبها للأخت الفاضلة ♥ فاطمة ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;آآآآه, قلبنا ستايل شهايد تقدير خخخخخخخخخخخخ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;و أخيراً أقول: إن هذه الهدية ليس لها شبيه و لا مثيل في هذه الدنيا لجمالها.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;الرررررحمة!!!! مع إني و الله ما أفتكر الهدية!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;و كل عام و أنتم بخير. و السلام خير الختام&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ستايل أيام اوتوقرافات.. لوووووووووووووووووووول.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;مع تحيات/فادية علي الغامدي.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;احححححلفي؟؟؟ تصدقي ما عرفتك شكلها؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;حُرّر يوم/ الأربعاء الخامس من شوال لعالم 1420هـ&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;ستايل جرايد!! بس يا مرام مكاوي!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ما شاء الله عليا!! ستين ألف ستايل في رسالة قد إيش صغرها. هههههههههههههههه&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;و الله و الله مو مصدقة إني قبل 11 سنة كنت بيض بالشكل دا. لووووووووووووووووول.. في وحدة ثانية بس كسلت أرفعها. أوريكم إياها بعدين.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;بي. إس. ترا البوست بالعربي لأنه كمية التسطيل معبرة أكثر. هههههههههههه.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;بي. بي. إس. متى آخر مرة كتبتوا رسالة مسطلة زي كذا؟؟؟ بليز شاركوا و ضحكوا اللي بيقرأ!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: rtl; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2741565230445415286?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2741565230445415286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminiscing-old-memories.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2741565230445415286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2741565230445415286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminiscing-old-memories.html' title='Reminiscing Old Memories'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGMYCYQndLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VVatwnw_8Qs/s72-c/DSC04878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-7587479784081156091</id><published>2010-08-10T07:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T07:38:39.090+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGDRJWxgsRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Y1rtbsREn8c/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGDRJWxgsRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Y1rtbsREn8c/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Two days ago, our maid bought a mobile. Regular enough, right? Well, since I'm bored I love to think of things a lot. It's weird how things flow from one event to another. She asked if she could get themes for her mobile, and Indonesian songs! Which were cute by the way xD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;After I got her the themes and everything, I said if you want Quran in your mobile by whoever reciter you like, let me know. And I asked her if she has a Quran in her language. She said no. I opened &lt;a href="http://www.quranexplorer.com/"&gt;quran explorer&lt;/a&gt; for her. And I told her that I don't have tafseer books in her language yet, but I gave her the site, and told her whenever she's free she can use the laptop. She was overwhelmed. And she said that even though she thought she was quite smart, quick and good in Arabic, it wasn't enough to understand Quran.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;I opened the Quran page and I chose Indonesian as a translation. And she read the beginning of Surat Al-Baqara. She was so overwhelmed, her eyes were sparkling. I felt so happy for her. How can people be so easy to satisfy? When you offer them the tiny things they couldn't reach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Then I asked her if she knows any of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tajweed"&gt;Tajweed&lt;/a&gt;. She said she knew nothing. And I told her I'll be willing to help whenever she wants. She asked about the basic, Idgham, Iqlab, blah blah. Then she said with twinkle eyes "Will you really be okay if I came every day so you can teach me?" I almost cried at that moment, how ignorant and unappreciative of the blessings we're having!!! She cleared that "My&amp;nbsp;fiancé&amp;nbsp;is a teacher and well educated, and I don't like to look like an idiot when I read Quran in front of him." I wanted to yell from the top of my lungs that "YES YES I'm right here all day if you want!!!" But I was able to control myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;My little bro made a little joke about me being charity establishment :p. I told him that it's the best anyone could ever do. To me, I love to teach, but it differs from student to the other, all I know is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;is an eager one. I couldn't enjoy my Ramadhan more :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;P.s. When was the last time you were so amused about someone's state of overwhelmedness??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-7587479784081156091?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/7587479784081156091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7587479784081156091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7587479784081156091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-mubarak.html' title='Ramadhan Mubarak'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TGDRJWxgsRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Y1rtbsREn8c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2754554877689915273</id><published>2010-08-08T17:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:22:50.567+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xperia x1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><title type='text'>Technology No More =_=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TF68wFWfJuI/AAAAAAAAAmo/MnIO3H5Ayw0/s1600/DSC03559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TF68wFWfJuI/AAAAAAAAAmo/MnIO3H5Ayw0/s640/DSC03559.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Sometimes, and only sometimes, I wish I lived in stone age or something. When no technology was introduced =_=. Believe me, if you know you'd realize that such words wouldn't go out of my mouth unless something really bad had happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;And it did. And it caused me horrible headache.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Here's the thing, I bought xperia x1 out of love and passion to that little device. It bewitched me. And made me hate my family and angry and tense all the time!!! The minute I install something, another application goes down. Yesterday I wasted precious hours over themes. I'm not a fan of themes. I like mine!! But the thing is, why the hell themes wouldn't show up when I try to change them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;That question led to another application that I really have no idea how it worked out! The application was messed up. I had to delete some files to make it launch O_O. See how desperate that is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;So I finally got the application to run. The themes are there -after long long struggle- and I chose one of the things I downloaded. Guess what :\, they were more like wallpapers not themes. You have no idea how frustrating that was. I wanted to explode the device. I wanted to set it on fire. I wanted to throw it in water. It won't be tortured though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;So when I was about to text the huge failure to my friends, another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;'guess what' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;question!!!!!!! Guess what? The mobile shows Arabic text from left to right and the characters are separate. O___________________O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Needless to say, I didn't txt them!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;I'm out of energy, I'm out of wit, I'm out of anything in the whole world. I'm depressed =_=.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2754554877689915273?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2754554877689915273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/technology-no-more.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2754554877689915273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2754554877689915273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/technology-no-more.html' title='Technology No More =_='/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TF68wFWfJuI/AAAAAAAAAmo/MnIO3H5Ayw0/s72-c/DSC03559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-6442831995574220659</id><published>2010-08-05T22:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:37:37.390+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fruits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><title type='text'>Fruity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Hello everyone. I won't be discussing things 'cause to tell you the truth, I'm too lazy to think of something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;discuss it :p. Hehehee.. I'll post pictures for fruits which I think they were abundant back in my hometown. 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After three weeks of &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;internet connection I'm right here :p. Now, I'm way too exhausted to talk about what happened. In the end, it's three weeks here :p. Too much gossip. heheee. But the one thing that all of you must see, is the pics xD. Instead of &lt;i&gt;'bala7 al sham'&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pics in the last post, this vacation was full of fruits!! Too fruity and too awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without further due, I'll leave you with the best pics I took and I'll see you in another post insha Allah. 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Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5823038954337035686?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5823038954337035686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5823038954337035686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5823038954337035686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back?'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TFmllzBmRCI/AAAAAAAAAlA/A80iom9jsAM/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1050720078360764142</id><published>2010-07-17T07:14:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:36:23.529+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Packing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baljurashi'/><title type='text'>Finished Packing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TEEsA8MJCcI/AAAAAAAAAko/_feSI8C7ypA/s1600/6449_1194539857123_1037228392_30598078_2721878_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TEEsA8MJCcI/AAAAAAAAAko/_feSI8C7ypA/s640/6449_1194539857123_1037228392_30598078_2721878_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Don't you just love pre-sundown snacks :p??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TEEsEAy5aVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/V96Nm75I5ZU/s1600/6449_1194539217107_1037228392_30598063_6643043_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TEEsEAy5aVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/V96Nm75I5ZU/s640/6449_1194539217107_1037228392_30598063_6643043_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;I love night views ♥ I think this is Raghdan forest, I'm not sure though!! It's awesome anyway :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TEEsHM1O1RI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QV9sc2UeUVw/s1600/6449_1194539297109_1037228392_30598065_6240887_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TEEsHM1O1RI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QV9sc2UeUVw/s640/6449_1194539297109_1037228392_30598065_6240887_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;This is a view from my window right after Fajr prayer. My sis was saying something about me being idiot taking pictures all the time. I love this picture. So haunting :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Once upon a day, I was sitting watching `My Name Is Khan` -and if you have a sharp memory you'd realize that was yesterday- when I got a txt from sis. She said "ask mom when will you guys come here." I ignored and continued weeping on the movie, when I got another txt saying "You idiot did you ask mom?" I thought that was weird :\, I asked my other sis and she said with the coolest face ever "Tomorrow or after."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Things went white for a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT???? Tomorrow or after?? And you're telling me this NOW?? Why the hell didn't you decide to tell me two hours before we start moving, that would be convenient??? Out of extreme frustration, I finished the movie with messed up mood. That's why I always tell people, never be interrupted while watching any movie. You have to drown into the movie's environment :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;So the weird thing is that Mom didn't made her emergency speech!!! That was very subtle and scary that I was truly scared of the consequences if I didn't know -by complete coincidence- that we're leaving within 36 hours max :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Anyhow, you'd think I packed the minute I heard the 'good' news? Nope, I packed at 03:00 a.m. :D. And finished packing, possibly one hour later. Strange thing, I finished quickly!!! I really thought I'd take much time, but well I'm awesome xD. I love when the OCDer me works, she's faster, heheeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;So the thing is, bro thinks I'm leaving for good from the size of my bags, LOL. I told him to shut up, girls have many many many stuff to use :p. I had three bags really. One medium size for clothes, shoes, and two handbags. The other two were college big sized everyday bag, I might take pictures. But you know accessories bags? Huge, colorful, cheerful. Hehee, those were my 'other two bags' One full of lotions, make up products, jewelries, hair brushes and make up brushes and many other stuff I suppose. The other one was for electronics :p. Laptop, chargers, extra wires, adapters, harddesks, flash drivers, what else? I think that's it!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Please please pray that I don't forget anything!!! Mom is already angry and I don't wanna make extra drama and find that I missed stuff there!! One year, I forgot my pants and came with shirts only!!! I had to beg for pants from my sister. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL I laugh everytime because I remembered those mice in Cinderella or in any other cartoons :p. They have shirts but no pants. I always laugh at the image. Heheeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Okay, this is the last post for now. I'm not sure when will be the next time I sign in because I might be internet-less for a while. So take care :D. Salam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.s. In case you're still wondering where will I be going, it's my hometown, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baljurashi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baljurashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, next to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al_Bahah"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Al-Bahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;which I guess is more familiar to most of you :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.P.S You know the funny thing is that I found pages for my tiny hometown in wikipedia? :P LOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.P.P.S those pics were from last year!! Hope this one I'd get better pics!! :D. I love night views, they're both haunting and awesome :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1050720078360764142?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1050720078360764142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/finished-packing.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1050720078360764142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1050720078360764142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/finished-packing.html' title='Finished Packing!!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TEEsA8MJCcI/AAAAAAAAAko/_feSI8C7ypA/s72-c/6449_1194539857123_1037228392_30598078_2721878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-4391703888800372061</id><published>2010-07-16T22:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:58:27.007+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prejudice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stereotypes'/><title type='text'>Two Must Watch Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Okay, few days ago I saw `&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_kite_runner"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;` trailer on MBC max. I wasn't excited. I saw the trailer long time before and still I wasn't excited. Anyhow, something got into me. I decided to download the movie and watch it. I couldn't wait till MBC max show it, right? I wanted to read the novel, but I'm too lazy to do so. The point is, just watch the movie. You won't regret it. I can't spoil it. I cried from the very first 15 minutes. And I kept on crying. It's just not fair to keep people in darkness. That's why I'm doing some publicity for the movie. In case you haven't watched it, please do! :) And if you're one of those people who love to read the novel before watching then that would be better. I haven't yet, but all I know is there are a whole lot of details in novels! More than movies can show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;The second movie is `&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Name_Is_Khan"&gt;My Name is Khan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;`. It mainly shows the life of a Muslim man before and after 9/11. I can never stop crying when it comes to this subject. People are mostly afraid of what they don't understand, the media changing the whole facts, thus people get soooo prejudiced about Islam and Muslims and even Indians, the sikhs of them!! Just because they look like Muslims.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The thing is, even though it's been... what, 9 years?? But I think it's post-traumatic effect is there till now!! I can't say how much I wept in this movie. I really believe that everyone should watch it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;One remark, even though it's a movie scenario, I just have to clarify that in Islam, a Muslim man must not marry a Hindu woman. The only two non-Muslim groups that a Muslim man can marry from, is Judaism and Christianity. Given that she's religious herself!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Fe aman Allah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-4391703888800372061?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/4391703888800372061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-must-watch-movies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4391703888800372061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4391703888800372061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-must-watch-movies.html' title='Two Must Watch Movies'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5863097869277331383</id><published>2010-07-14T02:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:56:02.508+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Of Spirituality &amp; Optimism | The 100th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I was thinking about a hot topic to discuss since this is my 100th post. *yay me* I know how it feels finally. I've deleted many posts and I've added many. But eventually, the 100th post must be special!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;So, how about spirituality and optimism? Seems like a good start. About spirituality, This is the first of Sha'aban -in some countries at least, I'm not sure- or at least my intention to write the post was in the first of Sha'aban. 29 days till Ramadhan starts. I quote sweet friend &lt;a href="http://trapped-medic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trapped&lt;/a&gt; when she said that this month is like the pre-exams vacant week. You prepare for Ramadhan. By preparing I don't mean Eid's new clothes :p, or evening special dishes. I mean spiritually preparing. In Jeddah here for example, it's hot already and surviving Ramadhan in this heat is quite difficult. So why don't all of us discipline our bodies and minds prior the beginning of the month? That will definitely help us. And our deeds are ascending so fasting is of two benefits here. Preparing your body for Ramadhan and ending your good deeds with fasting is a rewarding thing to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;A'isha, the wife of the Prophet, may Allah bless her and grant her peace, said, "The Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, used to fast for so long that we thought he would never stop fasting, and he would go without fasting for so long that we thought he would never fast again. I never saw the Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, fast for a complete month except for Ramadan, and I never saw him do more fasting in any one month than he did in Shaban.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;عن عائشة رضي الله عنها قالت: « كان رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم يصوم حتى نقول لا يفطر، ويفطر حتى نقول لا يصوم، وما رأيت رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم استكمل صيام شهر إلا رمضان وما رأيته أكثر صياماً منه في شعبان »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;The bottom line is, Sha'ban is just as precious and important as Ramadhan. And as a matter of fact, Trapped just made a tiny group, she suggested that we try to read one Juz'e (=part) of Quran daily, so we can finish the 30 parts in 30 days. Who's in? I know that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Oh and p.s. Please pray for those who have resit exams, I know for sure that they need bunch of prayers :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;This p.s. leads to another thought that roamed in my brain today!! A friend of mine -met her online- tweeted that she's a big fat failure. I couldn't read and discard. I told her I can come up with stories, she tweeted back that she's all ears, and I gave her the posts to my lowest points I've ever reached. I.e. when I heard that I'm officially a third year &lt;i&gt;repeater&lt;/i&gt; student. Starting from this &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2009/10/east-west-kau-is.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and finishing in this &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2009/11/education-in-ksa-part-2.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;. The truth is, I wanted to lift her spirit up. I wanted to show her that no matter how horrible she perceives herself now, someone has perceived him/herself even lower!!! I wanted to show her that 1 year earlier I was that person who cursed and yelled and cried but now as life goes on, I'm back to the normal me. I wanted to show her all that. Failure is temporary. Believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Today I was having a conversation with another friend. After I read my posts. I said to my friend that if someone told me that I'd be okay 1 year from writing that post I'd laugh in mockery!! At that time I thought time has stopped, I'm handicapped, I'm already separated from my friends, and above all, I'm an intruder to a batch I've never liked!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Right now, even though I acknowledge all these feelings, but I can't live with it anymore. Those who failed, or think they did, or whatever you perceive your actions, imagine with me for a while. Imagine that everything you ever worked for has crashed in less that a minute. Imagine that you've been put on pause for one year. Imagine that your friends will be quite distant from you. Can you imagine the cruelty and awfulness of all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Now re-imagine, those friends are distant but always close to stretch a hand out for you. That year is a great investment to figure out a solution to everything, to learn new stuff, to develop the old stuff you already know. And that crashed piece of work you've done, well you can design it now as you want. You're not attached with what's been crashed now, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;My experience is this. My friends have always been there for me :). No exceptions. Close and distant, shallow and deep, everyone I know and I fought with was standing there for me. So hay, at least I know what friends are for and how important they are!!! During this year, even though I didn't learn French efficiently as I wanted, but I learned about photoshop a lot, I'm a tiny bit better in photography, I'm a good writer -dramatic one- as my friends say. And a new thing I learned, now I'm good at making videos :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Pauses don't feel good sometimes. But they give you time to reflect, think, re-think, visualize everything as you want it, the way you want, and have it the way you want it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Life goes on, I dunno how did I survive that experience, not that I care. But here I am, writing my 100th post, alive, happy, optimistic, and honestly genuinely hopeful that I'd inspire anyone who might think for a fraction of a second that they are big fat failures in life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Hope you're all great :D. Salams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5863097869277331383?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5863097869277331383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-spirituality-optimism-100th-post.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5863097869277331383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5863097869277331383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-spirituality-optimism-100th-post.html' title='Of Spirituality &amp; Optimism | The 100th Post!!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-5390076226384244183</id><published>2010-07-12T02:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:47:19.677+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blankness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>of Useless Arguments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Arguments rarely end peacefully. Some arguments end immediately, some 10 minutes later, and some don't even start because they're simply uncomfortable arguments!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I had a tiny&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;with a friend about relationships. It started with her "You can make anyone fall for you. That's all I'm saying."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"But I don't wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;people fall for me. Either it happens naturally or never happens at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm not sure what we said later. I forgot almost everything. It didn't end well. I said "brb" and wrote a vague twitter status that barely depicts what I feel!! And I get busy with Mom and Sis and a woman who came to visit us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I find offline messages such as "You're saying brb just to tweet??? 7altik 9a3ba. If you don't want to talk to me then &amp;nbsp;bla bla bla." I don't remember!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I dunno what to say. Perhaps it was a mistake of me to act that&amp;nbsp;clumsy but don't you know me so well? You know my ups and downs and you know how much it's uncomfortable this subject is for me. I dunno what I'm expected to say. But please, if you're reading this and you know yourself, please don't bring up this subject again!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I think the least you must know, is how much effort it took me to vent all of this out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-5390076226384244183?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5390076226384244183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-useless-arguments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5390076226384244183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/5390076226384244183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-useless-arguments.html' title='of Useless Arguments'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-6948047137986755270</id><published>2010-07-06T18:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:36:57.073+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makkah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omrah'/><title type='text'>About Omrah &amp; My Mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you may know, or not, I've performed Omrah yesterday. Alhamdolillah. I miss Makkah so much that I really hoped this won't end. Unfortunately, we're always caught up by some `business` to do or few commitments to take care of!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, all I wanted is to sit there, with my laptop :p, and to blog, real time!! Heheee of course to show some respect, this thing isn't an option!! Not in Haram anyway! But I did get few pictures. And no I'm sorry I didn't get pictures of Ka'aba. Dad kept eying me about photography!! It wasn't annoying :p, everyone was taking pictures. Except that everyone were non-Saudi. I keep telling Mom that it has nothing to do with it!! She said &lt;i&gt;"You act like you never seen Makkah before!!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Can't I take pictures just because I've seen Makkah :\?? I'd like to keep few pics for memory!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course that was unnecessary conversation, but Mom had a little extra &lt;i&gt;`Narfaza`&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;mood yesterday. =_=. Without further due, I'd like to show you the pictures :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNFdj5hw3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/RZrClQLsyRA/s1600/DSC03465+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNFdj5hw3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/RZrClQLsyRA/s640/DSC03465+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNG4qGIcDI/AAAAAAAAAkA/dYb5zh-FI-o/s1600/DSC03471+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNG4qGIcDI/AAAAAAAAAkA/dYb5zh-FI-o/s640/DSC03471+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNIAyP6EAI/AAAAAAAAAkI/GgBLYX_mkwE/s1600/DSC03493+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNKXao27SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/njP7_vqd5Fo/s1600/DSC03490+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNKXao27SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/njP7_vqd5Fo/s640/DSC03490+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNIAyP6EAI/AAAAAAAAAkI/GgBLYX_mkwE/s1600/DSC03493+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNIAyP6EAI/AAAAAAAAAkI/GgBLYX_mkwE/s640/DSC03493+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNLblqCjFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/elmavEAR7A0/s1600/DSC03470+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNLblqCjFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/elmavEAR7A0/s640/DSC03470+copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And aren't nephews the cutests??? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for my mobile, it's finally fixed xD. That will be a whole new story. Right now I have some business to do. Take care! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-6948047137986755270?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/6948047137986755270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-omrah-my-mobile.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6948047137986755270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6948047137986755270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-omrah-my-mobile.html' title='About Omrah &amp; My Mobile'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TDNFdj5hw3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/RZrClQLsyRA/s72-c/DSC03465+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-7302650050161477468</id><published>2010-07-03T14:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:10:11.742+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malls'/><title type='text'>Family Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Long time no post. I don't do or see or get stuff that are worthy of writing about :p. That's why I'm late. So what's new? Other that completely strange dreams, sometimes nightmares, and good quality time with family, there's nothing to mention :\.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;I finally decided to tweet xD. I think the site is quite awesome, it's just simply annoying to have to manage to three accounts!! For me, I'm already taken by FB and blogger :p. I don't need something else, but it's good for short sentenced blabbering!! That's why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Anyhow, despite the fact that I live -since birth- in Jeddah, actually there are so many places that I haven't stepped a foot in!! Many of everything!! Malls, restaurants -I have a plan for restaurants-, cafés, etc. The thing is, either I don't have the energy, the good mood, or the good company to do so, or that I have those three but I'm trapped in this amazing traffic in Jeddah!! BTW, we're always out of time when it comes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;mashaweer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Jeddah :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;So, yesterday we went to Red Sea Mall. It's my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;visit to this mall! Why? I've heard so much about it that I was judgmental :p. I shouldn't judge a place by its visitors that's quite annoying! Besides, company matters xD. So we were there and we heard screams and I freaked out, I thought something went wrong, someone fell perhaps? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;*Saudi thinking, LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But then people weren't moving :\. They were staring at something high above. That was even weirder!! I looked at what they're were looking at!! Guess what? Yes you guessed right, a giant screen!! Those people were looking at the match which BTW I have no idea who were the teams, not that I care about but well just to let you know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;So we walked for a while and then we sat somewhere near the giant screen and people were screaming whenever someone scored a goal. You know what? I think I might like football after all :P. I like one thing about world cup this year, the waka waka song and the screams of the crowds xD. I'm a screamoholic!! Heheee. Too bad I didn't take any photos!! See you later xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;P.s. The post has been edited to remove the fights and yells from Mom during the whole ride. Heheeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-7302650050161477468?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/7302650050161477468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-night-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7302650050161477468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/7302650050161477468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-night-out.html' title='Family Night Out'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-6722123956065576573</id><published>2010-06-28T02:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:33:51.109+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>When I Become a Lecturer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will do my best to be on time. And I will appreciate every girl who shows up on 08:00 sharp or 09:00 sharp or even 15:00 sharp!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will turn my phone off, or put it on silent mode. Nothing shall annoy me during my lecture except my pager!! And I might even throw it away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will not allow stupid questions at all. If some girl happened to still ask I will not reply and show her who will win her stupid stubborn game!!! Questions will be heard at the end of the lecture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shall never ever ever ever ever ever INSHA ALLAH ever ever ever ever ever have the what-will-we-have-in-exams conversation!!! You study for life!! Not for a f***ing exam!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I am to put questions in the exams, then I'll make sure that each question equals one mark or half!! This drama play of 4-marks-questions should stop!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I won't print sheets nor will I give my presentations as long as there is a reliable reference!!! You can rot while studying. It doesn't matter as long as you have ONE, &lt;i&gt;ONE&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; reference my darling student!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girls who talk will be kicked out after 3 warnings. You can sleep, eat, play games, do make up to your friends, watch movies, God you can have sex if you wish just don't make sounds!! Put your expressions on a paper!! :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Common MCQs or important topics will be out from the first day of the academic year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Attendance isn't important and will NOT be graded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will NOT cause students to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll update my presentations with new photos instead of those I used right after I graduated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I won't be a pain the ass doc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll do my best to be entertaining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll do my best to inspire my students instead of making them sad and regretful that they ever thought of medicine as a choice of life!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's it so far. If I remembered something I'll post it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-6722123956065576573?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/6722123956065576573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-become-lecturer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6722123956065576573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/6722123956065576573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-become-lecturer.html' title='When I Become a Lecturer'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-4400579784998456286</id><published>2010-06-26T16:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:26:10.955+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telepathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ophthalmo'/><title type='text'>Craziness of The Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is a special day :p, I've seen my friends for the first time in four days :p. Sentimental? Maybe. Anyhow, morning is okay, ophthalmo lecture, ophthalmo tutorial, another ophthalmo tutorial :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the weird things and actually awesome, but weird, is that babies see in grayscale. All I could think of is &lt;i&gt;"How I wish I can remember."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Subconsciously, I looked at &lt;a href="http://ohood-ohood.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ohood&lt;/a&gt; and she said &lt;i&gt;"Too bad I can't remember anything at that time!!" &lt;/i&gt;Giggles :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the second tutorial we were exhausted, we couldn't bear any comments, questions, anything at all. At one point I looked at Ohood and said &lt;i&gt;"Why the hell can't they wikipedia those things they ask for?"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And it went so bad that girls started sighing behind me. One moment I couldn't take it and I just laughed. Not giggled, laughed :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the break came up!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;و ما أدراكَ ما البريك&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! :p. We had the longest useless won't-change-my-opinion argument ever. Ohood almost lost her voice :p. She deserves it for adopting opinions that I don't like. LOOOL. Dictator-ish? Yes, I guess sometimes I can be even worse. By the end of the long debate we were laughing. I think after all laughing is treatment of all :p. I dunno exactly what we laughed on, but we did laugh hard. Umm, coming to think of it, I think many of the times we laughed were because of talking the same ideas in the same time :p. By the way, I love when such things happen!! It's weird, freaky, creepy, yet it's just de... wait for it... lightful :p. Delightful!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God, I thought this post would be awesome!!! :\ There were so many things to write about. That's the disadvantage of not holding your pen and piece of paper wherever you go :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.s. I changed Ohood's blog template today. Yay me!! And it's awesome. Oh that skittles addict!! I love her blog's new look :D. Oh speaking of blogs and templates, Ohood thinks that my blog looks like coastal scents 88 palette. I wanted to slap her hard for that, but the library was so quiet :p. I'm gonna pay you back Ohood!! beware :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.p.s Don't fruit look awesome? I've always seen them in huge quantities in TV, Arabic/Islamic historical Ramadan series :p. Now I've seen them in my house. And they look adorable :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCX9-YzHhXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tvXdtPhNdj4/s1600/DSC03347+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCX9-YzHhXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tvXdtPhNdj4/s640/DSC03347+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.p.p.s The part above was totally&amp;nbsp;for adding anything for this post since it seems so hopeless :p. Take Care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-4400579784998456286?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/4400579784998456286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/craziness-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4400579784998456286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/4400579784998456286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/craziness-of-day.html' title='Craziness of The Day!!'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCX9-YzHhXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tvXdtPhNdj4/s72-c/DSC03347+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2896512882194660760</id><published>2010-06-23T03:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T03:13:45.447+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neatness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Powerpoint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ophthalmo'/><title type='text'>Things That Make me Tick | Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello all, Bayan is going to kill me!! I can see it coming :p. But well I'll deal with her later. First of all, refer to this &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-bloggers-and-non-bloggers-all.html" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. Read it? Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought ENT and Ophthalmo are the cutest neatest systems of the year :p. With zero sheets! But my oh my, it's a disease, isn't it? So, I was checking their sheets. First of all, there are books, short interesting cute colored books and every girl has them. Yet they print the powerpoint files. Ugh!! Anyhow, I had to take pictures, I just couldn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bayan said that if I blogged this I'm dead. I told her that I'm going to hold her hands whenever she's cold -which is always by the way and her hands are horribly cold- and she was tempted. What Bayan doesn't know is that I'm no longer going to college :p. Heheeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there are the pictures. I'm just too annoyed to ignore the matter :p.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFMowxTbUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/s1H45402Bco/s1600/DSC03316+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFMowxTbUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/s1H45402Bco/s640/DSC03316+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh you're most welcome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFNdCQTyXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xPl49zDUGRE/s1600/DSC03319+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFNdCQTyXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xPl49zDUGRE/s640/DSC03319+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFMowxTbUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/s1H45402Bco/s1600/DSC03316+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFOS55t-2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/nk45Uv0v_hg/s1600/DSC033171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFOS55t-2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/nk45Uv0v_hg/s640/DSC033171.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFNdCQTyXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xPl49zDUGRE/s1600/DSC03319+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sheets are never enough, no matter how huge they are!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFPDGOb-kI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3-zYn9dQ5mI/s1600/DSC033181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFPDGOb-kI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3-zYn9dQ5mI/s640/DSC033181.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFPDGOb-kI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3-zYn9dQ5mI/s1600/DSC033181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is how I &lt;i&gt;see &lt;/i&gt;it!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-2896512882194660760?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2896512882194660760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-that-make-me-tick-part-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2896512882194660760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/2896512882194660760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-that-make-me-tick-part-2.html' title='Things That Make me Tick | Part 2'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TCFMowxTbUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/s1H45402Bco/s72-c/DSC03316+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-1226561386439016584</id><published>2010-06-18T17:48:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:56:32.882+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><title type='text'>Ms. Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TButySUD1SI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZLJWkIHmeIc/s1600/I+love+blogger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484168050674750754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TButySUD1SI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZLJWkIHmeIc/s400/I+love+blogger.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;Assalamo Alaikom all. How's everyone doing? Jum'a Mubaraka :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;When I first heard of the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt; it was second year I guess. I was checking the batch's blog and downloading some files. Then a friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://romadubaiodyssey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roma&lt;/a&gt;, advised me to create a blog myself. I was doubtful in the beginning but ever since then, I couldn't seem to stop writing. Whether it's blabbering, expressing, criticizing, voiding, yelling, screaming, wishing, thanking and many many many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;The thing is, even though I write for myself mainly, and even though I don't expect to be considered a professional writer -not that I am anyway!!- but there's something about writing that emits a very delightful sensation that I may not be able to describe. And it's not just to me, reading others' posts feels good as well. The way they put their feelings in words, in whatever language we comprehend, it feels good to communicate like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;During my addiction -which I don't like to be healed from :p- I started to convince my friends to blog as well. I think my first victim turned out to be be an amazing writer. Her blog now has 32 followers and the best thing she's at is sarcasm. Painfully funny sarcasm. I am so glad that I made &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;CoOkie&lt;/a&gt; write. The girl is so amazing and entertaining :p. I can check her blog whenever I'm depressed to laugh :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;My other victim is &lt;a href="http://coconaughtys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coca&lt;/a&gt;. I guess you all know the drama. She's my best friend. The girl is lazy as hell :p. But I thought writing might take out some of the stress we all have. She turned out to have that amazing medieval novels style. Her vocabulary is so awesome that it takes you right from where you are and moves you sometime between 14th and 16th century :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;My other friend, &lt;a href="http://junky4words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yasmine&lt;/a&gt;, has a very poetic mood. Her vocabulary may seem difficult at first but then once you're set you're swept away!! She's a perfectionist, that's why she writes once per 4 months or so :p. But in the end, a startlingly amazing piece show up, the rest is left to your judgement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;My lovely &lt;a href="http://ohood-ohood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ohood&lt;/a&gt; is a critic by nature. I forced her - and I say force coz she's still not convinced by the whole blogging thing :p- to create a blog when I thought that her thoughts are much too valuable to be kept to herself :p. Her vocabulary are either harsh or sarcastic, either way you'll always be amused!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;And then, there is &lt;a href="http://only-aurora.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rasha&lt;/a&gt;. She's an arguer by nature. Pick a topic and you'll be surprised :p. I do believe that her opinions are much too valuable to be kept for herself. And all she needed was a tiny little push. And I'm glad that I'm the one who pushed her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;My last victim, few days ago, is &lt;a href="http://trapped-medic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trapped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;:). She's a passionate person!!! She wanted to blog long time ago but you know how lazy we get sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;There are bloggers whom I didn't affect. But I'm happy to know that they started. Like &lt;a href="http://bustlingsentiment.blogspot.com/"&gt;Afnan&lt;/a&gt; as in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;"Afnan's wisdom of the day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;. Yasmine finally got her to create a blog and I'm so happy to know that xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;I love bragging I know :p. You know how did this feel? It felt like a Mother Bird watching her kids learning to fly :p. I just love to know that I affected -in a way or another- a friend or a colleague or anyone in the world and made them do something good :). I'm so proud of my blogger friends :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;And then there are bloggers whom I met here. I never seen them, never met them, but I'll be so glad if it happened. There's &lt;a href="http://whatbeyondme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beyond me&lt;/a&gt;, whom by the way I dunno her name :p, there's &lt;a href="http://ghada-rara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ghada&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://my-secret-clost.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Secret Closet&lt;/a&gt; and all those blogs about convert sisters. How wonderful is it to meet those people in real life &lt;i&gt;*Dreamy look*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;That's it for the day, you'll notice that Dalia's and Afnan's blogs are empty. They're brand new. Support my friends please :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;Most recent victs!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;May I add&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://confessions-med-drama-queen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_867669167"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Huda&lt;span id="goog_867669168"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? It's brand new :p. But I have a feeling she'll rock at it :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605047681674853867-1226561386439016584?l=fadiosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/feeds/1226561386439016584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ms-blogger.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1226561386439016584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605047681674853867/posts/default/1226561386439016584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ms-blogger.html' title='Ms. Blogger'/><author><name>Fadiosis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800150773396035847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TH-R-rSc40I/AAAAAAAAA1o/MMi6deP0Ud8/S220/n1037228392_30257319_2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em_DSYXT68Y/TButySUD1SI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZLJWkIHmeIc/s72-c/I+love+blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605047681674853867.post-2783592640802604748</id><published>2010-06-17T04:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:38:03.089+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audiology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'>How Many Hours Left?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joeydevilla.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2005/04/what_daylight_savings_time_feels_like.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 353px;" src="http://www.joeydevilla.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2005/04/what_daylight_savings_time_feels_like.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;That's all I could think of!! I wake up in the morning just to calculate how many hours left til I go back to sleep. Yesterday I woke up at 02:00 a.m. and well, my full consciousness span is at least 12 hours. So I thought that I'll be sleepy by 02:00 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I was wrong!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;The minute I got into the bus, after we picked &lt;a href="http://ohood-ohood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ohood&lt;/a&gt; up I just couldn't stop yawning -which is a mess 'cause there are tears involved-. It was pathological I'm sure. I smelled something hypnotic :p. This CAN NOT be normal!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I'm still in a denial by the way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt; Anyhow, I did my best to talk and keep my brain busy with something, but my oh my!! Who am I fighting?? I'm fighting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;. Which is a fight that is doomed to fail :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I tried to lay down in the cafeteria -as most of people do, apparently cafeteria is the new bedroom- but hell no. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; yawning, no sleeping. The lecture has started, the doc -whom I hate by the way- is talking and he looked at where we were sitting and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;"don't worry, we'll wake you guys up when we finish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; in a very pathetic way to make a joke that fell flat!!! I said in myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;"screw you, yes I will sleep!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; Anyhow, the lecture finished, and I slept during it. And Ohood was so annoyed because I'm on her left and Bayan on her right and both of us were in deep deep sleep :p. So now we have audiology tutorial. Basement!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Okay Fadiosis you can do this!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;The doctor is one hour late!!! How annoying and irresponsible and I think I hate her now more than ever. I was thinking about concentrating but then all I could think of is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;find your spot and close your eyes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;By the way, in our way to find the class -which is in the basement by the way- we got lost. In case you don't know, the basement in KAUH is a maze!! And they called it -mistakenly- as a basement. Anyhow, I walked with them and all I could think of is where are the chairs and beds? They were looking for some stupid adventure. They went to the prosthetics room and were just "yaay that's exciting." while I was "where's the class V_V?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;It all ended when we got in. And then we stayed for an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Allah yegla3hom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; Then I stopped paying attention and focused on how to sleep :p. I checked the 2 chairs in front of me. One has "6afash"* written on it and the other has "WTF?" on it. And you know what I could think of? Remember in prison cells when someone comes in and finds hidden -or not- messages from the previous fellow? LOL this room was a torment room where people were locked in for 3 hours!!! No comment!! Anyhow, I avoided looking at my watch for one reason, I didn't want a mental breakdown :p. And the doc in case you dunno her speaks in very very slow motion!! I wanted to press &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;fast forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; but it doesn't exist T_T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;So we started at almost 10:50 a.m. or something. And it felt like eternity. When I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt; saw my watch it was 11:05 a.m. I nearly yelled but concealed it with a very loud gasp. I couldn't hide my despair and I showed the time to Ohood and Bayan and they did the same. LOOOOOOOOOOL bad me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Then, sometime during the tutorial she started to ask girls to read the audiograms and give diagnosis. I swear to God, what was it??? 5 minutes??? Maybe less, I was awake, and asked Bayan and got the whole thing right :p. But then the questions slides finished and I went back to sleep :p. What else? Oh yes, did I tell you that my break is sacred? No one gets to take few minutes of it!! This lady said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;"15 more minutes and I'll be done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;She took 25 minutes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="te
