Canon of Medicine

old iranian doorknob

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 12:43:00 +0000

اونایی که تو شهر زندگی میکنند شاید خیلی راجع به رسم و رسوم زیبای روستایی ها ی قدیم ندونند . ولی من زمانی که تو ایران زندگی میکردم، هر آخر هفته راه دو ساعته تا شهمیرزاد ، محل تولد پدرم میرفتیم تا از زندگی دیوانه کننده تهران یک کم نفس تازه کنیم . یکی از چیزهای جالبی که اونجا رو خونه های قدیمی تر نظرم رو جلب میکرد درکوبهای مختلف رو درب ها بود . گویا قضیه از این قرار بوده که این دربکوب ها یکی برای آقایون و یکی برای خانوم ها بوده و هر کدوم به خاطر شکل متفاوتشون صدا ی مختلفی میدادند و اینطوری میهمیدند که با آقای خونه کار دارند یا با خانوم خونه . واقعا چقدر بعضی از رسوم قدیمی ها قشنگ و زیرکانه بوده ، و واقعا چقدر این مساله نشون میده قدیم چقدر اعتماد مردم به هم زیاد بوده. ای کاش ما نسل جدیدها یک کم به اصالت خودمون بر میگشتیم ...

a man with 2 brains ...

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 14:30:00 +0000

a war zone called Medicine !

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 14:54:00 +0000

after 3 years of medicine, one main survival tip that I've learnt is that medicine is more like a war zone ... from the first the new army of med students start to fight with med faculty and as they progress they learn how to fight with diseases and later as they start to practice, they would fight with patients, lawyers who wanna constantly sue them, and media ... and one factor that they always have to deal with in this life-long war is the pressure that's resulted from non-medical aspects of life, which can become a strong enemy if it's not dealt with properly ... a key factor in winning this war is understanding the role of your "comrades" and their support in this war ...same as any army, if these young doctors don't have each other's back and dont try to be there for each other, it's not only their friend who will go down, later when they need a caring person to help them get through their own difficulties, there wont be anyone left to healp them defeat the "pressure" ... so it's really important that med students look after each other, and keep an open eye for signs of "down-ness" ...
and in each of these med cohorts and little groups, you get people who (mainly unwanted) become the "commanders" ... they are the ones who whether they like it or not, have to keep an eye on everyone and make sure everyone is in good health , mentally and physically ... these are the people who cant afford being down themselves and have to learn from others problems, how to deal with their own problems, and these are the people that if they go down, it's going to be more disastrous than other "normal" med students ... they are the doctors of doctors !

majnoon

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 14:53:00 +0000

... I'm wondering, if majnoon was really a "majnoon" , who can really judge him unless they are majnoon themselves too ? but if someone gets to that point, you might see that maybe majnoon was the only sane one ! ...

butterfly and candle

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 12:01:00 +0000

Butterfly and Candle by *hakim-sina on deviant ART

PotHead [1]

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 14:09:00 +0000

English
فارسی

... the narrow stream of sunlight felt so surreal in his mind, but at the same time it was his path back to reality : it was really annoying ! ... didn't want the peace that the darkness of his closed eyes was bringing to him, to be attacked by the flaming arrows that were being shot by the sun, so tried to tilt his head ...but now it was a fly's turn to use the opportunity like a Trojan's horse and enter his slightly opened mouth and go nuts in his mouth... but he was too numb to let the regretful "Ali Baba" fly go, and moving faster wasn't exactly doing the "open sesame" for the fly ... but even the fly mellowed out after a while, "maybe the ganja fume did the job !" he thought and started to laugh, first in his mind which echoed and became louder and eventually escaped his mouth like hot lava being erupted from a volcano ... he probably laughed for few minutes, but it felt like hours , nevertheless it wasn't really a joyful laughter ...

... painfully opened his eyes " fuck , what happened /??" ... he knew what had happened , just wasn't sure how true it was ... but didn't matter anyway , he didn't even know if this is real as well or not ... reality had lost its meaning to him, and right now the only real thing to him was the disgusting smell of the dead rat which was landed on the floor, few centimeters behind the last remaining piece of pizza . a bunch of flies were flying around it, they must have been Ali Baba's friends ... he spat on the rat and ali baba's body was thrown out as well ... " Here, it's your mate ! now if you don't want me to turn the rat's body into your Gallipoli , get outta my sight ! " ... but then he remembered the last piece of pizza, so he left the flies alone ... he knew he can't reach the pizza, so he yelled out "Ramin you bastard , wake up " to his mate who had fallen asleep just next to the pizza box with an almot fully-eaten pizza in his hand ... he knew it was a waste of energy and Ramin wasnt gonna wake up any time soon , so he had 2 options : wait for a pedestrian who is willing to take the risk of walking under the bridge to instead save 10 minutes of extra walking to the CBD and ask them to pass him the piece ... but, meh, after the stabbing of that old rich bastard few months ago, no "normal" person had dared to pass the under-bridge, only people who's lives werent any different to the rats living there would stay there over night to be isolated from the cold breeze of the city at night ...so it was up to him to accept that he needs to wake up like a hungry bear waking up from the hibernation, and grab that last piece of pizza ...

... he finally stood up, tried to stretch, but his body was like a frozen rubber, hard as a rock ... scratched his messy beard and slowly moved towards the pizza : the messiah of his hangover... it was probably less than 2 meters away, but it felt as long as the migration of the Jews to their promised land ... he picked it up, blew it to get rid of the ants crawling over it, and took the first bite and already felt more energetic ...

... the sound of a woman's high heels tapping on the ground from his back stopped him to take the second bite ... it wasn't a familiar sound in that area, well at least for the past few months so he was sure that it was "his mind again" playing tricks on him, but he turned around to make sure ... he became certain that it's in his head when he saw Sofia ... for him, ganja was like Al-Buraq to take him to a mi'raj , "higher" and higher to eventually take him to the vision of the goddess of his mind, Sofia ... that was his only way to reach his Kaaba these days ... but Sofia wasn't friendly this time, she was just walking so fast, trying to look striaght and not make eye contact with any of the "rat-man"s sleeping there ... he yelled out "SOFIA BABY ! you came back ! hahahaaaa " ... she slowed down, paused for a second, and turned with uncertainty , her face was scared and curious ... but then she whispered something " Namrud , is that you ???" ...

to be continued ...

نور خورشید در ذهنش به صورت خیلی رویا واری در آمد ، ولی در عین حال همان رشته ی نور ، راه بازگشتش به دنیای واقعی بود : نور خیلی آزار دهنده ای بود ... دوست نداشت صلحی که تاریکی چشم های بسته اش به سر در حال انفجارش می آورد با حمله ی تیرهای شعله ور خورشید از بین برود ، پس سرش را با تقلا اندکی تکان داد ... ولی این بار نوبت یک مگس بود که از فرصت استفاده کند و مانند اسب تروا وارد دهانش شود و دیوانه ور به دیواره های دهانش حمله ور شود ... ولی او بی حس تر از آن بود که بخواهد دهانش را باز کند و این مگس پشیمان را رها کند ، و تقلای این علی بابی زندانی در غار ، "کنجد کنجد باز کن" نبود که دهان مرد را باز کند ... مگس پس از اندکی آرام گرفت " حتما اثر مواد بوده " با خودش گفت و شروع کرد به خندیدن : اول در ذهنش که کم کم اوج گرفت و مانند انفجار آتش فشانی از دهانش به بیرون راه یافت ... چند دقیقه ای که خندید مانند سالی برایش گذشت ، ولی خنده ای بی لذت بود ...

با درد چشم هایش را باز کرد "چی شده ؟؟؟" ... میدانست که چه شده بود ولی مطما نبود که چقدرش واقعی بود ، فرقی هم نمیکرد ... واقعیت مفهوم خودش را از دست بود و تنهای واقعیت ذهنی اش بوی خفه کننده ی یک موش مرده در یک متر آخرین باز مانده ی پیتزای دیشب بود ...یک مشت مگس هم دورش مانند کرکس ها فرست طلب در حال گردش بودند ، حتما رفقای "علی بابا" بودند ... تف بلندی به شمت موش کرد که حامل جسد علی بابا هم بود "بیایید ، این هم جسد رفیقتون ، حالا اگی نمیخوایید اینجا رو تبدیل به قادسیه تون کنم گورتون رو گم کنید " ولی بعد دوباره نظر اش به آخرین تیکه ی پیتزا جمع شد ...دست اش بهش نمیرسید ، پس داد زد " رامین آشغال ، پاشو" میدانست که انرژی اش رو تلف کرده ، رامین حالا حالا ها پا نمیشد ... پس دو راه داشت : یا صبر کند که رهگذری بخواهد ریسک کند و برای کوتاه تر شده راه به مرکز شهر از زیر پل رد بشود که با قتل مردیکه ی پولداری که چند ماه پیش در زیر پل اتفاق افتاده بود ، هیچ آدم سالمی از آنجا رد نمیشد ، فقط آدم هایی که زندگیشان با موش های زیر پل فرقی نمیکرد شبها را آنجا میخوابیدند تا از تازیانه ی باد سرد سحرگاهی در امان باشند ... پس نوبت خودش بود که عزم اش را جزم کند و مثل خرسی که تازه از خواب زمستانی پاشده، به دنبال غذایش برود ...

سعی کرد کمی نرمش به بدنش دهد ، ولی مثل یک کش یخ زده ، بدنش مثل سنگ شده بود ...ریش کثیفش را خواراند و به سوی پیتزا، مسیح صبح پر درد اش راهی شد ... شاید فقط دو متر فاصله داشت اما مثل مهاجرت یهودیان به سرزمین موعودشان طولانی به نظرش آمد ... یک فوت کرد تا از شر مورچه هایی که روی پیتزا میلولیدند خلاص شود ،اولین گاز انرژی زیادی بهش داد ...

اما صدای تق تق کفش زنی او را از گاز دوم منصرف کرد ، این صدا در زیر پل صدای آشنایی نبود، یا حداقل از زمان قتل مرد بازرگان این صدا شنیده نشده بود ... پس فکر کرد که حتما باز هم خیالاتش است ، اما برای این که مطما شود رویش را برگرداند ... همین که سوفی را دید مطما شد که دارد خیالات میکند ... برای او ، مواد مانند براقی بود که او را بالاتر و بالاتر به معراج به الهه ی ذهنش سوفی میبرد هر شب ... مواد ، تنها راه رسیدن به کعبه ی قلبش بود ...اما این بار سوفی مهربان نبود ، سریع داشت رد میشد و سعی میکرد به مردان موشی ای که زیر پل در خواب بودند را نگا نکند ... داد زد "سوفی ! برگشتی ؟؟ هاهاااا" دخترک آرام
تر شد و با مکث ایستاد ... با ترس و کمی کنجکاوی برگشت و پس از چند لحظه زم زمه کرد : نمرود تویی ؟؟

ادامه دارد ...

Elohim's lover [1] ...

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 02:44:00 +0000

... and Elohim sighed , thinking "so what?" ...

it was recently that she had noticed it, maybe for just 1000 years or so,

but the thought wouldn't leave her alone

it was strange to her, but for the first time she was feeling powerless

"I've done everything ! I've made everything , but ..."

... Gabriel's voice was heard :

"what's bothering you Master ? is it your children again ? I think ..."

"Don't start again ... it's not that ..."

but Elohim paused... it was a new feeling for Gabriel

he'd been with his Master since he "knew",

he had served her with all he could "do" from the day that he had gained "power",

he loved her, or at least that's what he "knew",

but today it was different ...

Master was always certain, she was never doubtful

she was always like "Be, and it is" ...

" ... or maybe you are right, it is my children ... but what do they know"

"About what Master ? what is it that they should know ?"

"Haha ... Me Gabriel, Me !"

"But Master, it's always been like that ...

you want them to know you,

and they want to know you ...

but they can't ! you play riddles with them , haha ... what's new about it ?"

instantly Gabriel knew that it was a bad timing for his wittiness ...

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT ! RIDDLE ? WHAT RIDDLE ?

THEY DON't WANT TO KNOW ME !

THEY WANT TO BE ME !"

...

Gabriel wanted to say " Didn't we tell you so master ?"

but he had already said enough for the next few hundred years,

so he quietly left , but he heard her whispering

" ... But now I've BECAME like them, alone ... what have I done !

oh I wish HE knew how much I miss him now ..."

to be continued ...

extra weight that we carry : DNA !!!

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 08:33:00 +0000

alright so I remember from the first year's only genetics lecture that we had (or maybe the only one that I remember !) , it was mentioned that a big portion of our DNA is not really used in protein coding and hence it seems like we are carrying extra weight of those parts for no reason. Also in my very deep contemplation about DNAs, I thought that we might be carrying yet another set of extra genes after specialisation of the cells, and that's the genes coding for other organ/functions that arent related to the cell carrying it. So for example after specilisation of skin cells why do they still carry the genes for specialisation of nail cells ? do we ever use them again, or are they yet another extra weight that we carry ? so I used my free time to discover the future of weight loss : DNA therapy !

so I found this question here :

http://www.newton.dep.anl.gov/askasci/mole00/mole00885.htm

Question: Why do humans have extra DNA?
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One explanation is that we simply don't know its function yet (but that
doesn't mean it doesn't have a function). Another is that a mutation or
other change has rendered a sequence non-functional, but the remaining
sequence remains in our genome.

Hope this helps,
Burr
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All eukaryotes have extra DNA. One theory is that it provides for the evolution
of new genes which, of course, is the raw material for future evolution.

Ron Baker, Ph.D.
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I'm not sure I fully understand what you are asking. However, here are
to items that may address your inquiry. First, some DNA (and other
substances, cells, and even organs) contain redundant, i.e. backups in
case something fails. Two examples and the kidney and liver. If those
organs, and hence their cells right down to their DNA, stop
functioning they can continue to function. Second, only a fraction of
the functions and use of DNA is known. The use of major amounts of the
DNA remains unknown. This has been called "junk" DNA. But that is not
a good name. It's not "junk" we just don't yet know what its function
is.

Vince Calder
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There is one idea about this topic that suggests that this DNA may be
left over as a result of evolutionary processes. Advanced
organisms may have left over DNA from their ancestry prior to being
our current stage of "Homo sapiens", for example. Humans have a great deal of
identical or similar genes to fish, reptiles, etc., but, of course,
we have evoled to a different stage of development. We just have
previously used.but now junk DNA in our genome, much like left over crumbs.

Steve Sample
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so I think the answer is a bit more clear now and that's the fact that unlike what I thought, these DNAs arent necessarily useless, and it's more like we dont know ! I found some suggestions such as this one :

The new research suggests that 'junk' DNA, whose function has traditionally been thought of as merely architectural, allowing the sparse distribution of genes along the DNA filament, is, in fact, quite frequently transcribed into RNA. Segments adjacent to genes and, most surprisingly, regions located large distances from any known coding region are all transcribed into RNA; however, this RNA is not transcribed into protein.

but as I was searching more ti find an answer to my weight loss program I encountered this article from back in 2000, and I found it really funny, considering what I had just read :
http://articles.sfgate.com/2000-12-13/entertainment/17673411_1_junk-dna-alphabet-soup-cell

Fact: Most of the DNA in every cell in your body is JUNK. Yes, that's what actual sensibly shoed scientists call it: JUNK. It's DNA that you don't need, that no one needs! How much? 95 percent! You heard me right -- 95 percent!

What do you need to take advantage of these amazing scientific facts? You need Carrollco's (formerly joncarrollco.com) exclusive "DNA-Buster!" This amazing device, sold in stores for as much as $159.95, uses the natural power of magnets to suck the JUNK DNA out through your pores and put it in a double- secure polydimethylstyrene bag, the strongest kind!

Simply rub the "DNA-Buster" with exclusive vibrating action over your entire body. Yes, your entire body. You may feel a slight tingling sensation --

this is entirely normal. After a 30-minute session, simply detach the bag and throw it away.

You are probably wondering: It sounds great, but what about side effects? What about those FDA recalls I hear so much about? Are there any double-blind studies conducted by willowy scientists with advanced degrees?

Absolutely! And the "DNA-Buster" passed with flying colors. It has positively been proven to do no harm at all. It's just a couple of magnets strapped to an old dildo motor -- how bad could it be? So use the "DNA-Buster" from Carrollco formerly joncarrollco.com with confidence, and watch those pounds melt away!

Three consonants and one silly vowel, and you'll be slim and desirable.

hahahaaa, so yeah, apparently my brilliant idea was used before and ... I think I'm just glad that the idea never became big !

end of another black book ...

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 05:52:00 +0000

ahhh finally I finished this semester's exams ! obviously I'm super happy, so no need to go on about how I wasted a lot of time and had to pull all nighter before each exam to feel less guilty ! hehe ... but on a serious note, this semester was a lot more serious, especially the prof prac exam, because it needed more critical thinking and reasoning, which is actually my favorite part of medicine ! it's sorta like programming, as in you need to put pieces of the puzzle together and come up with the final solution ... this sem was my favorite for another reason as well : it was the cardio semester (plus resp and haem -- > I HATE HAEMATOLOGY ! ) ... so yeah as most of my med friends know, cardio is my passion so I finally got to study a little bit about it, and I must say I'm loving it even more ! hehe

first page of this sem's black book,themed as" I ♥ ♥" ...

and allhamdullelah in general this was a good semester, less headache and dramas. I'm back to my old hobbies n creative stuff as well, like drawing n graphic ... I entered this tshirt design competition about Iran ( you can read my last post n see my entry there) and my design got into top 10 (out of 120 + designs) so I was happy, I've still got what it takes to be an awesome designer ! haha ... I'm actually thinking of pursuing a more serious ( and a more challenging ) pathway in design as well, which I will talk about it later if I successfully start it . SO yeah pretty much next 4 weeks is gonna be traveling , fishing, kayaking , designing, programming and writing ( dunno how I'm gonna fit everything that I have in mind in 4 weeks , but oh well !) :D

my typography

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 07:47:00 +0000

so I did 2 out of my 4 exams, and man the first one was sooo hard , it was like giving you 12 patients and ask you to diagnose and treat each in 15 minutes ... wasn't fun at all ... second one was alright ... but I guess the worst part was that I only got 3 hours of sleep before each exam so I was soo tired ...I feel a little bit unsatisfied in terms of my prof prac studies cuz I had higher expectations form myself, so hopefully I'll make up for it in MCQs ... But I tried to have a bit of rest before starting to study for MCQs ... I went to the beach with my friend Mok n swam for a while as well, and man it was freezing ! but it was fun, n after that we headed to Darby st. n went to 3 monkeys cafe ... I realised that I never actually spent time exploring newcastle properly ... past few months my newy world has been jeso n sometimes charlstown ... so note to self for next semester : explore newy more !!! hehe ... another thing that I got to do was finishing my tshirt design for "zarebin" show ... the theme of the competition was "Iran" so I used the lyrics of the famous "ey Iran" poem and using Iran's calligraphy font called Nastaliq I shaped them to the map of Iran ... this type of art is called typography, and it's my second proper typography and first farsi typography ... my first proper typography was a birthday card for a good friend of mine, I really liked that one,... I think this one ended up being good as well, have a look at it : http://www.behance.net/gallery/Ey-Iran-T-shirt/1588341

I better run to catch my train ...

agar mande boodi ...

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Sat, 28 May 2011 00:28:00 +0000

agar mande boodi, by omid ... ahhh, this song brings back memories ! :/

my first sheikhly talk ...

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Thu, 12 May 2011 10:51:00 +0000

today I had a talk at the halaqah (islamic gathering) of our uni about the concept of "contemplation" in Islam ... I personally find this the most fundamental aspect of any belief and a concept that although used to be a big part of the islamic community one day now adays it's been soo under-looked and forgotten ... look at our achievments and 100s of new ideas and different views and philosophies generated in Muslim world in 10th and 11th century ... bu then the concept of "free thinking" was replaced by "taqleed" and today we see that majority of muslims are scared to"think freely" and some find it even shirk ! whereas if you read my presentation we see that it's been a part f prophet muhammad and his household's life !!!

Active Muslim vs Passive Muslim

paradise of desert ... Shahmirzad

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Wed, 11 May 2011 00:36:00 +0000

here is a documentary from my beloved shahmirzad, in Iran made by press t.v. .... make sure you watch it

my first experience with death in hospital ...

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 00:14:00 +0000

So although it's our mid-sem break I decided to come to newcastle for a day or two to do visit some patients to finish my case-report and also try to do some study after slacking for past 2 weeks ... so this morning after revising the physical examination I headed to the hospital on my own (sad !!! ) and yeah after looking here n there the nurses sent me to an old lady to do my history and examination ... what a lovely lady she was, despite her age she was full conscious and aware of everything, which made taking history easy , and as I was thinking to myself "what a live and healthy person for her age" all of a sudden I see her turning towards me holding her chest "Doctor !!! I have pain ..." and started screaming from pain ... I grabbed the nurses, and the next one hour I watched the resuscitation team and the doctors trying to do their magic ... I felt so helpless and useless and all I could do was to pray for the lady ... but all of that passed like a blink of an eye, before I heard the doctor saying " .... any objection ?" and everyone shaking their head as a no sign , and ... they stopped what they were doing and started to take off oxygen mask and other stuff !!! I was hoping that my feeling is wrong and it's not the end for the lady, but ... the lady had passed away ...

I'm not sure how I was feeling the whole day, it was something new ... it was a new form of sadness I guess ... knowing that I was the last person talking to her was in mind all the time, strange feeling it was ... I remember at the beginning of my interview when I asked her if it's alright that I interview her she said "it's the only way that you can learn, yeah ?" and I must say she did teach me something new in med, I never got the chance to say the routine, and mostly meaningless "thanks for giving us your time, hope you get better soon ..." with a fake smile ... but I wanna say now "may god bless you :) "

Amir hossein modarres - Ashegh

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 11:42:00 +0000

a really nice Persian song, stuck in my head for the past few weeks !

Furqan

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 11:11:00 +0000

“And they who do not call upon another god with Allah and do not slay the soul, which Allah has forbidden except in the requirements of justice, and (who) do not commit fornication and he who does this shall find a requital of sin; The punishment shall be doubled to him on the day of resurrection, and he shall abide therein in a basement; Except him who repents and believes and does a good deed; so these are they of whom Allah changes the evil deeds to good ones; and Allah is Forgiving, Merciful.” Quran- surah Furqan


prostitute burnt in Tehran by revolutionary army - 1979

JUSTICE or VIOLENCE ?

what I've been up to in holidays ....

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Tue, 15 Feb 2011 11:42:00 +0000

ahhh holidays !!! was short but long ! short because, well , it's only a week left to uni and I still have PLEENNNTTYYYY more things that I wanna do , but long because it was a good and productive holidays ... one thing that I got up to similar to last year, was programming ! hehe, and I got to do some awesome programs, I can confidently say that by next year I can be counted a senior javascript programmer ! :p I guess the main thing in programming for me is what a GP told me once : if u don't have a hobby other than your job when u become a doctor, u feel like a walking corpse after a while .. hehe, here is one of my works: Top Ryde Dentists

end of the story ...

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 11:07:00 +0000

well, I guess it's the end of this book ... was quite a journey and learnt a lot from it, changed me a lot, and made me the man that I am now ... but every beginning has an end, and well, I guess this story was one of those short ones, with an early and tragic ends ...

Gay prank on mom ...

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 07:44:00 +0000

hahaaa, finally something on the level of my pranks !!! :D

A Beautiful Friendship

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 10:15:00 +0000

Today I watched "A Beautiful Mind" ,... was a great movie. I find this type of psychological movies really interesting , movies that play with your mind and challenges your own reality ... the movie had a lot of great quotes, but I think the best one was :
“Friends are an integral part of your life, but every friend you have must live life at their own pace. When the time comes ; they must leave you, there is no need to grieve over their parting from your life. It is the very essence of life that it should be so. But it hurts nonetheless and we grieve nonetheless, but we hold them in our hearts forever. Always cherish the joy, laughter, memories and love that they have brought into your lives. Always remember them with a warm smile for what they have given you.”

Zedbazi - Mehrad Hidden - Let Me

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 02:54:00 +0000

verse 1
I see power through powder, My music sounds louder
And You're looking more beautiful than Ever, No matter
what Happens next its like Im having sex and Im living in oblivion
I do the next line to Write the best Rhyme, and hell 
I swallow at the same time I feel the world is mine
Don't stop me I wanna hit the ground with my face down 
let me reach the end 

Chorus 
Don't wanna see the light let me lay down (lay down)
Don't wanna see the sunrise wake my eyes (my eyes)

verse 2
I feel hot when Im high and suddenly Im not
Im low Im feeling horny but Im lonely I don't know why
You seem so strange, Your face is melting, down
the room is spinning round and round and round 

Chorus x2
Don't wanna see the light let me lay down (lay down)
Don't wanna see the sunrise and wake my eyes (my eyes)

Sarkesh - Never Cried (Hichvaght Geryeh Nakard) - original mix

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 14:51:00 +0000

a very nice song by sarkesh ... rap truly talks about what's inside youth minds these days ...

NEVER ! yeah ...
blokes are always alone,
but some of them never cried
...
never cried
still standing on his feet
other wise his life would've been a short story
if you greed they kill you
and if you don't there is always avaricious waiting for you
who wants to take over your power
in a blink, they put you in a mortuary

Always ready, for destiny
you don't know what's it written for you tonight
but, when night comes, butterflies go to sleep
yellow leaves fall when wind blows
his voice never shook
but when it's full of pricks around you
your foot shakes for each step
what comes after this step?
what has destiny written for you this time ?
where does it take you this time?
screw you ! bring it on ! I'm the one can handle the streets

[chorus]
I never cried,
fought with destiny
always crossed whatever it wrote for me
a day will come that you have to say goodbye
so live ! and don't watch (the life) behind a window

I never cried,

fought with destiny

always crossed whatever it wrote for me

a day will come that you have to say goodbye

so live ! and don't watch (the life) behind a window

no matter how long I waited, it was never my turn

they took everything,

they didn't even give the opportunity to talk

when it came to my turn to speak,

they'd say maybe next time

everyone left

no one is remained

even god hasn't read my letters

no one is in the mood to listen to your problems

help in this road is like a mirage

because, at the time of drowning,

who wants to care about your screams ?

or wants to protest against the waves of the sea ?

used to sink myself in my tears,

hoping for tomorrow

it used to be my daily routine,

until I realised my days are limited

after I never cried

living is my right !

look, world is in my hands !

they say life comes quickly and passes quickly

so sit and enjoy watching it !

one lives it, and someone else becomes its slave

you can't sit ! you have to go and get it

you have to look for a scuttle

one lives a full life, and someone else, thousands of people are waiting behind him

[chorus]

I never cried,

fought with destiny

always crossed whatever it wrote for me

a day will come that you have to say goodbye

so live ! and don't watch (the life) behind a window

I never cried,

fought with destiny

always crossed whatever it wrote for me

a day will come that you have to say goodbye

so live ! and don't watch (the life) behind a window

life is like poker,

you're anxious because you can't choose your hand

your action is a reaction

because the first move belongs to the dealer

game is harder for the person with less chips

once your hand is bad, and once it's better than everyone else

your hand, is your opportunity to win all the chips on the table

we grew up with tv and magazines

money has became our goal

...

tired of being prisoned in this cage

chance of escaping is given, you shouldn't miss it

we've seen the world behind its bars

who knows? maybe we leave tomorrow

i want to celebrate till tomorrow,

we can go wherever we want !

sitting in front of the sea

can't hear anything but laughter

and sound of the sea waves, and it doesn't scare anyone

everything is complete,

alcohol is ready, and we're drunk

everyone lives, there is no viewer,

yeah, it's like there is no night but tonight

[chorus]

I never cried,

fought with destiny

always crossed whatever it wrote for me

a day will come that you have to say goodbye

so live ! and don't watch (the life) behind a window

I never cried,

fought with destiny

always crossed whatever it wrote for me

a day will come that you have to say goodbye

so live ! and don't watch (the life) behind a window

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here is also the remix version, it has slightly different lyrics :

my beat !

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 03:54:00 +0000

Explorer by Hakim-sina

Final exam !

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 03:52:00 +0000

Well today was officially the final day of this year, with my final prof prac exam . It was a good feeling walking out of the exam, because unlike last year, I didn't feel like I've just memorised a bunch of facts, I felt like I can analyse and diagnose, and my mind was getting to the right mindset of a doctor in terms of putting things together . I felt like I know more, and there is still plenty more that I don't know but I'd love to learn. So yeah, although this year was one of the toughest years in my life, and I had to deal with a lot of pressure, but now that I look back, it was destiny, and I've gotten alot out of it that can help me to deal with bigger problems in the future, and my views have changed significantly as well.

Beautiful Summer in Newcastle

noreply@blogger.com (SINA) — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 13:41:00 +0000

Lately I've been spending most of my days at the library, pretty much going there around 11 am and coming back at 10 pm. It's that time of the semester that all everyone is think about is cursing themselves on why they chose medicine and why they didn't study throughout the semester, ... pretty depressing time of the year I must say. Anyway part of that is not seeing your family or friends, and not seeing the family is the hardest part. Hehe, anyway this saturday i finally got a chance to go back to sydney for a day to visit parents and lil sister and on the way to the train station I saw the beautiful side of Newcastle coming out as we approach Summer ... no wonder they think Newcastle is NINTH BEST CITY IN THE WORLD !!!