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That's what Faiz thinks of his recently reinstated blog. At the age of 23, he believes that writing is the most efficient way to express the feelings crammed inside one's heart. After the fall of his blog dominion recently, he stoutly gets up on his feet, casting a powerful spell onto his blog and here it is, a charmed blog, reincarnated from the past, brought to the present and forever lasts in the future.
Being a final year medical student himself, he can never deny the frenzied life he's currently living on but life goes on and that's it. Apart from his hectic life, he always finds the time to go on with his hobbies, netsurfing and chatting being the most prominent ones. He also enjoys hanging out with his friends, for he knows that no one can tear the beautiful friendship apart.
He can always be contacted via email hata05@yahoo.co.uk or thru his new mobile number +962776052892
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Life Goes On
Am completely depressed. Utterly distressed. Absolutely disturbed. The world seems to be falling down around me.
After all the reading and memorizing days ago, my mind appeared to face a breakdown in the examination. It is not the blank phase of the working memory that bothered me, I could think very clearly, crystal clear. I had a pleasant sleep last night and a scrumptious breakfast this morning, hence I had adequate amount of glucose and oxygen supplied to the brain cortex of mine. Nevertheless it was an ordained fate, I suppose.
Well, here is the story. The exam started as early as 830 am and the sweat gland of mine started to secrete profuse amount of sweat after answering the first 20 questions. I COULD think properly (again, no blank mind) but then, the questions seemed to be extremely and awfully difficult, complicated as well. Whoa. I have never experienced this kind of situation where I sat on the chair and stared vacantly at the computer screen for quite a time. WTH is going on with me?
Finished answering all 100Q in 2 hours. Went back home and had a long long nap with the intention of alleviating the down swaying poignant mood. But then I woke up to find that the feeling is still down there, firmly attached to the heart by some sort of indissoluble dysphoric-mood molecular fibrins.
I have 4 more papers (and for more days) to fight with. ENT, Neurology, Ophthalmology and Radiology. Am fearfully waiting for the result to be announced next week. I HAVE TO pass this Obstetric and Gynecology paper in order to get into the sixth year. Full stop. Gottago guys, my head is spinning like crazy and my nose is stuffy. Plus, due to the up regulation of the thermoregulation center, I am slightly feverish. Gonna have a tablet or two of aspirin before dozing off. TTYL.
hata@irbid
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