<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380882246358550109</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:49:44.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplified Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Being true myself..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adilah Zulkifly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12902775208832934203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAkR-BWd5uY/SjUYzk9eutI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZuO0HyDuQY/S220/KISAS+016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380882246358550109.post-5616260904317431927</id><published>2009-07-05T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:25:08.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock Role Play..</title><content type='html'>Hmm what a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we had to submit our project paper for Civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we had English role play, and luckily it was only a rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we had Biology quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my mock role play with my pair, Lan. It's not satisfiying enough for me, but I'm happy because Miss Hasnaa was so kind to make the mock role play session for us. At least, there are still spaces for us to repair and make up our scenes, plot and dialog before the real session start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every pair has their own specility and uniqeness..As for me and Lan, we just don't have enough quality time for us to discuss to make it satisfying enough. The time compatibility problem. If he has free time, I don't. If I do, he doesn't..&lt;br /&gt;However, both of us take it as a challenge.. It is not easy, but that's life.. Take it, or you will miss it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will go for my BTN.. Hope I will enjoy it.. I'm really hoping, you know.. I 'm hoping it will be like my break session, but many people said that its like a prison.. No handphone, brainwashing session, strict officers..... Argh!!!! Huhuhu... So envy with the previous batch.. Their BTN was held at Langkawi!! And our's only at Sepang.. I wish I could have my BTN there too, but we should be grateful with what we have right? So, stop dreaming Adilah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, till here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Happy Belated Birthday to Atiqah, Wawa, Pain, Mizah and Amir!! Wishing you all the best for your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380882246358550109-5616260904317431927?l=dilazulkifly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/feeds/5616260904317431927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/07/mock-role-play.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/5616260904317431927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/5616260904317431927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/07/mock-role-play.html' title='Mock Role Play..'/><author><name>Adilah Zulkifly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12902775208832934203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAkR-BWd5uY/SjUYzk9eutI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZuO0HyDuQY/S220/KISAS+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380882246358550109.post-7330770468124875106</id><published>2009-06-20T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:00:03.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard about "Life Brief Candle"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that how life supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder until I experienced this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 4.00 p.m and we were supposed to head back to the gathering room, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six of us were still in the resuscitation room, watching the nurses and doctors doing CPR to a little and helpless boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little boy lied on the bed, with his pale face, cold hands, dry skin and rapid moving chest. Pity him.. Mr Hazri said, the boy's time is coming.. That time I wondered, is that how people will be going to die? It was nothing like watching House or E.R or even Grey's Anatomy.. It was real.. How traumatic that was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the doctors said that, " Give him the injection! (I forgot the name of the drugs)" Oh my God, it was so scary... I can't imagine how am I going to face this... The boy almost dead, but the doctors did not give up. They were still doing the CPR on to that boy, even they said that he have almost no hope to live.. I could see the boy's chest was pressed so hard. How painful that was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtain was closed.. There was a barier between us and the boy,we could not see him, but that little boy's faces was still in our mind. It happened so fast. We heard, "Wake up boy, you're still young!" said one of the doctors. There were about 10 people trying to save the boy, plus us watching and praying. But none of them, neglecting their duties.. Everyone prayed.. The curtain was open back, and I saw the sorrow faces of the doctor, and I knew what happen... Pity him, God loves him more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how young he was.. He was about 6, just little as my brother.. How are you, as a doctor to say to the parents, "I'm sorry, we were not afford to save him." I watched that, and I almost cried.. How weak I am to stay calm.. How breakable I am in such situation.. How fragile I am to hold back my tears? Was that, because of my first time, or it was just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only one situation, and I could stand it no more.. How am I going to be a doctor if that the case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not meaningless.. Life is precious.. Life makes impression.. Agree? Nothing like "Life Brief Candle"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, here I am, taking Medicine.. I have to face it. That's life.. There always an end for everything.. It is the matter of how we're taking care of thoose things.. We have to be strong, and I always remind myself about that.. Thank you God, for making me realise of my duties and intentions to save people... Thank you Allah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380882246358550109-7330770468124875106?l=dilazulkifly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/feeds/7330770468124875106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-and-death.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/7330770468124875106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/7330770468124875106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death..'/><author><name>Adilah Zulkifly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12902775208832934203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAkR-BWd5uY/SjUYzk9eutI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZuO0HyDuQY/S220/KISAS+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380882246358550109.post-3158438811047528567</id><published>2009-06-19T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:40:22.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest..</title><content type='html'>Salam alaik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hectic life here.. Yeah, a lot of things need to be done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing my assignments and all of the tasks, hahaha I chosed to go shopping today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mafish filus (no money) doesn't stop me to shop.. However, it turned up to be window shopping only, plus little shopping, because I have no enough money..Pity me.. I'm wondering when is JPA going to give us the elaun.. The MINDEF scholars already get their elaun.. So jelous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the English class, I went straight home and prayed.. Then, we started our 'journey' to shop.. Bought few&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unecessecery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things just to make me happy and less stressful. I was trying not to remember the assignment and the task.. Is it considered as wasting my money? Kind of.. But anyway, I'm happy.. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not that I love to waste my time going out and have fun, giggling around, but I need a short break. Everyone need it too right.. Relaxing our mind and cheerish your life.. That's will make our life more meaningful right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Hasnaa went to Oz.. Fun was it? Oh, I wish that I can go there too with my family. Touching the koalas, fed the kangaroo, cycling along at Rootness Island (correct spelling or not?)How was it feel visiting at people places.. I've experienced that once, but..the farthest place I had ever go was Singapore.. Just abroad Malaysia.. Huhu.. Hmm but of course they different in many ways.. Widening our view at people's place and don't like to be the frog under glasses.. They can see, but cannot experince the environment outside them.. Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I go, I will regard Malaysia as my hometown because of my language, ethnic, and races.. So patriotic am I? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all from me.. Till my later post..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380882246358550109-3158438811047528567?l=dilazulkifly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/feeds/3158438811047528567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/3158438811047528567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/3158438811047528567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest.html' title='Rest..'/><author><name>Adilah Zulkifly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12902775208832934203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAkR-BWd5uY/SjUYzk9eutI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZuO0HyDuQY/S220/KISAS+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380882246358550109.post-8460529887481532403</id><published>2009-06-13T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:42:47.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm home today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief... We (MEP students) first were not allowed to go back home initially, but somehow the admin change their mind, since most of us already bought tickets to go home.. And of course, the tickets were really costly. So, we were very lucky to have very considerating lecturers and admin.. And now, here I am, sitting at my living room with my computer, posting this new post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is my cousin's wedding.. I don't want to miss the fun, so that's why I'm home now.. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Kuantan around 10 p.m, then straight from the bus station to my cousin's house. His house is quite unique but it's situated in jungle, down the hill.. So, just imagine how tracky to get there..But forget about it, tracheous track is common thing to get there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the chances to meet my relatives and teacher.. Talk, chat, laugh... Met new people.. Recalling the name that I used to call some of my 'long time no see' relatives especially my second cousin and their mom and dad... Memorising the faces of my new nieces (daugther's of my cousins). Lending my hands when they need any.. It was fun! But of course it was tiring.. No doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was long time I did not see them, of course they were asking about my latest news.. Told them about the medical students and egypt thingy.. Hehe... Kak Nita was quite excited.. Hahaha.. She said, then she can go to Egypt too, with her family since I will be there.. She will have a tour guide (me lah, who else).. Wherever we go, friends and family are really important.. They can be our strengh when we are down, especially when we are far away from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I'm going to miss them... Huhuhuh...&lt;br /&gt;But that's the reality living far away from them, I have to face it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380882246358550109-8460529887481532403?l=dilazulkifly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/feeds/8460529887481532403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/8460529887481532403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/8460529887481532403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Adilah Zulkifly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12902775208832934203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAkR-BWd5uY/SjUYzk9eutI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZuO0HyDuQY/S220/KISAS+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380882246358550109.post-5879174930302513749</id><published>2009-06-08T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:55:05.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, I've done my first presentation in INTEC during English class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well actually, is not very common for me to use slide show to make presentation. Typically, in high school, we only use &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mahjong paper&lt;/span&gt;, the easiest way I guess., but here most of the presentation are in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slide shows&lt;/span&gt; form..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically, I'm excited, but I don't know somehow, when it was my turn to present, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Traditional Chinese Medicine&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shivering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;along my presentation.. The boys laughed at me. Yeah, it was funny.. I would laugh too.. I was not too nervous, (a bit only). Even in my previous interview, I was not shivering that bad.. My god...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I'm satisfied with what my group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fortunately, my group’s members were very cooperative in finding the information, preparing the slide, and discussing.. Yeah, lucky me..&lt;br /&gt;Well, with only three days to prepare for our first presentation (in INTEC), I believed that my group had done a good work. The orientation of the work, basically were devided among us. At first, when our English lecturer, Miss Siti Hasnaa, assigned us to do the chinese medicine culture and practice, we did brainstorm to get the idea what were the chinese culture were all about. All were included, herbs, movement, the yin and yang, the five elements, tai chi, massages, acupuncture, refloxolgy, and jade.. Hmm however, only the popular topics were presented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were my group members, Lan, Qarafi, Saiful, Farahin, me(Adilah), Shahira and Izzah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, proceed. Lan, he did a good work. Good explainations and he was so excited to present our topics.. Saiful, he was our technician, I guess.. Thanks for the laptop.. Qarafi, hmmm there is something about him. Undescribeable, but still he’s good at attracting people’s attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?? People judged me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farahin.. She did a very good job too. Her explaination were understandable and she has good intonations. Izzah, well, she was ok, but I think she need to interact more with the audience. Shahira? She was okay. Not bad.. Basically, I’m satisfied, but I don’t know how about others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Incident happened at the end of the slides.. For those who remembered, sorry Bani.. Incidentally happened... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting in the group are not aesy. Good comunication skill and cooperation are very important. Without them, there will be no team. So, thank you my group.. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something during this presentation, sometimes we have to be more proactive. Yeah, the LCD projector.. Something wrong with it… Actually, we don’t have to be dependent to much one the slides. The slides are just one of the way to make teaching and session more fun, but the most important thing is our delivery.. Most of our good speaker and leaders all over the world, do not depend on text so much, but their intonations, choices of words, and thier confidence make people listen to them.. So, even we prepared the slides, it doesn’t mean we have to rely on it 100%, but we have to be prepare.. So, be prepared...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380882246358550109-5879174930302513749?l=dilazulkifly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/feeds/5879174930302513749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/presentation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/5879174930302513749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/5879174930302513749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/presentation.html' title='Presentation'/><author><name>Adilah Zulkifly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12902775208832934203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAkR-BWd5uY/SjUYzk9eutI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZuO0HyDuQY/S220/KISAS+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380882246358550109.post-2345246528073846083</id><published>2009-06-05T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:38:47.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt? Medical student?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Salam alaik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm now I'm a pre medical student, not yet a medical student, but still I am grateful to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Being a doctor is my ambition since I was a little girl. I remembered how much my parents wanted me to become a doctor. My father bought me doctor's toys just to inculcate the interest in me to become a doctor. I remembered, how many times my parents appraised my second cousin, Abang Yol, who is the first doctor in my family history. They are not forcing me to become a doctor, but yes, parents play a vital role to shape their children. And of course, I don't feel that I'm being forced by them to become a doctor, maybe it just in my blood, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, basically, I'm interested to go to Uk or Ireland or maybe New Zealand to further my studies in medicine, and of course I applied for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I don't know, somehow, I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egypt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Argh!! At first, of course I'm dissapointed... Why? It is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in my&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I took quite sometimes to recover from the disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But now, I'm okay with it.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Redha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And somehow, I can't wait to go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Traveling, and widening my view at people's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking in Arabic.. (overconfident... hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Experience the summer and winter at the 'bumi anbiya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Learning &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;biochem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;anatomy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;physiology&lt;/span&gt;, hmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;whatelse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, I am becoming a medical student. I have to plan my strategies.. Becoming a medical student is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; easy.. It is a long-life study. A lof of things need to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Studying in INTEC is one of the things.. Assignments, presentation, role-play.. Tiring, but I have to face it. I have to be happy about it, because it wil make me easier to complete my work. Stop complaining, and get my works done.. Yeah, have to, or else, I might &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be able to fly.. Huhuh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My senior said that, only in INTEC you will be able to experience the assignment, presentation, individual task, because at Egypt, you have to face the books all the times... A lot of things to read.. It's just like getting back into the school time.. Hmm.. I guess it's better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;takes things as it's come... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be patient..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/380882246358550109-2345246528073846083?l=dilazulkifly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/feeds/2345246528073846083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/egypt-medical-student.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/2345246528073846083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380882246358550109/posts/default/2345246528073846083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilazulkifly.blogspot.com/2009/06/egypt-medical-student.html' title='Egypt? 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