<?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-5997578</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:59:41.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tora tora &amp; mckee mckee</title><subtitle type='html'>The place to get the aura, not epilepsy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-4419132341020201502</id><published>2008-10-05T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:58:45.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end..</title><summary type='text'>I'm stopping this blog. After a few years, the interest does not seem to be there anymore. Maybe I'll blog again but I will think about it later. I kinda miss this blog but, everything must have an end and have a new beginning...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/4419132341020201502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/4419132341020201502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4419132341020201502' title='The end..'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-2132783813787151285</id><published>2008-06-17T12:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:46:23.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best view of Mt. Kinabalu from your room.</title><summary type='text'>Best Places to see Mt. Kinabalu in Kundasang, right from your bedroom window...1. Kinabalu Pine Resort: Located just a few hundred meters away from the KUndasang market, some of their rooms are facing the mountain and the first thing you see in the morning is the mountain. They serve a pretty good breakfast too.The view. Simply lovely!2. Celyn Kinabalu Resort: This one is further away from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/2132783813787151285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/2132783813787151285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2132783813787151285' title='Best view of Mt. Kinabalu from your room.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W41W8dltGk/SFc4VfgY83I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GkMhl-4Eerw/s72-c/IMG_0066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-7744476266973450320</id><published>2008-02-28T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:21:01.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GE</title><summary type='text'>Seems that I won't be able to exercise my right as a citizen in this GE...But I am just sick of those lies, inaccurate statistics they put up. Vote for stability, prosperity? I will vote for my country.Hopefully I will get some time to put up my best moments in this 5 years of mine in the next few entries.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/7744476266973450320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/7744476266973450320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7744476266973450320' title='GE'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-6024307340791799672</id><published>2008-01-23T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:41:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb...</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }		Picture 020, originally uploaded by heekheen.					The 2007 Climbathon perhaps would be my last climbathon. I doubt if I have the time and effort to do it again this year, as I will be starting my housemanship soon and I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/6024307340791799672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/6024307340791799672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6024307340791799672' title='Climb...'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2203/2211983674_31ce8ecd11_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-7541295419269290383</id><published>2008-01-23T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:29:31.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><summary type='text'>This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/7541295419269290383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/7541295419269290383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7541295419269290383' title='Flickr'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-8478690326040083132</id><published>2007-11-20T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:41:19.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicine Posting Ended</title><summary type='text'>It's the most taxing posting of all. Classes starts at 5pm, endless bedside teachings, grand ward round presentations and log books to boot. Not forgetting the endless amounts of materials needed to cover.I thought my long case would be an easy one, but I felt I could do much better. It's a straight foward case: Acromegaly with local compression symptoms, and post operation twice. It's kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/8478690326040083132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/8478690326040083132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8478690326040083132' title='Medicine Posting Ended'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-4276143839218245031</id><published>2007-10-23T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:56:36.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Day post</title><summary type='text'>I don't really keep track of how long I haven't been updating my blog, but I guess it is lllloooonnnggg.... After a few years, somehow the interest in blogging wanes, and I have seen some good blogs are no longer updated or the person decided to stop blogging once and for all.Now, here I am waiting for the rain to stop and thus I have to do something. And nothing could be better than to write off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/4276143839218245031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/4276143839218245031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4276143839218245031' title='Raining Day post'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-348421472093943025</id><published>2007-07-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:46:46.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I don’t think I have to say much about the current state of Malaysian football. There’s a whole page in the sports section in every newspaper everyday. “Mau kutuk pun dah takde tenaga, kesian semua kat FAM etc. Tiap tiap hari kena kutuk”. This is the worst history ever. But when we hit rock bottom, we can’t go down anymore but to go up. Do or die.Although I am not an expert in football, its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/348421472093943025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/348421472093943025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#348421472093943025' title='Football...'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-7543771237383744790</id><published>2007-03-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:06:14.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS camps for girls only.</title><summary type='text'>  What for? Is the current one not good enough? Why do we need to segregate the two sexes? Because the ‘Ho’rny males disturbing/distracting/threatened/ the girls?  Because it is not safe for the two sexes mix together in a camp? Yeah, I know the reasons here are only my imagination, nothing was written about the reasons behind the proposal put up by the parents. So, I wonder how many incidents so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/7543771237383744790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/7543771237383744790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7543771237383744790' title='NS camps for girls only.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-4000276281990893681</id><published>2007-03-19T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:31:40.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things have changed.</title><summary type='text'>There was a timeWhen we were so closeWhen we were for each otherAnd nothing seems will ever to separate us               But all of a suddenAnd for reasons unknown to meThings have changedOne of us distancedPerhaps there’s a mistakeSomewhere, somebody has madeOr maybe there’s a new priority in his life                 Avoiding became the name of the gameI thought we can still be back againBut as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/4000276281990893681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/4000276281990893681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4000276281990893681' title='Things have changed.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-117067338950271320</id><published>2007-02-05T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:03:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm from Ipoh...</title><summary type='text'>After a long hiatus, here I am. For the past 6 months or more, internet access is infrequent and I have almost given up blogging. Although I still go online every now and then to read up some blogs but the motivation to keep my blog is low. Everytime I wanted to write something, nothing comes up to my mind that worth blogging. Perhaps I’m having ‘thought block’, to borrow some psychopathology </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/117067338950271320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/117067338950271320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117067338950271320' title='I&apos;m from Ipoh...'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-116623858302838541</id><published>2006-12-16T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:09:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After sooooo loooooong  the hiatus, finally I blog again, but still posts will be very few. I have almost lost my interest in blogging, and begun shifting my attention to photography. There are issues I wanted to post, but after careful consideration I think I better understand the issues in a more indepth way before I starting to comment on political and general discussions that are 'hangat' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/116623858302838541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/116623858302838541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116623858302838541' title=''/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-116132886095890218</id><published>2006-10-20T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:21:00.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.</title><summary type='text'>You try your best to be good to A. But, A still annoys you and the rest. We share knowledge with A, we try to accomodate A. We forgive A despite A's wrongdoings. When the rest of us is having similar problem with A, shouldn't A realise that something is wrong with A. When A need something from us, A will be very very superbly flawlessly gentle, with a tone soooo nice and persuasive. If you don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/116132886095890218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/116132886095890218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116132886095890218' title='A.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-115882267933430010</id><published>2006-09-21T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:29:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><summary type='text'>I've been missing for the past few months in this blog of mine. Miss me anot? Well, I don't think anyone has been reading my blog all this while.So, for these past 3 months:Started 4th year.Did some crazy stuffsEntered STAR (sabah tea adventure race) and finished it. I'm very proud of myself! I managed to finish it within 3 hours! 42km, you know.. Running the Death March trail, cross country </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/115882267933430010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/115882267933430010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115882267933430010' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-115064318698759388</id><published>2006-06-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:06:27.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><summary type='text'>     Picture 0841    Originally uploaded by heekheen. A young girl in Kadazan costume watches the performance down below at Hamin Penampang, KDCA during the Kaamatan Festival 2006.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/115064318698759388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/115064318698759388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115064318698759388' title='Cute'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114995261333123929</id><published>2006-06-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:16:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti...</title><summary type='text'>     IMG_17832    Originally uploaded by heekheen. Siti Nurhaliza singing in the National Level Kaamatan Festival at UMS, 2006..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114995261333123929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114995261333123929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114995261333123929' title='Siti...'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114993754872044963</id><published>2006-06-10T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:05:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a really good day.....</title><summary type='text'>When you get irritated, somehow, it will only get worse. Everything will not be right. Arrggghhh.The landlord called today and told us that the electrician was coming now to fix the ceiling fan. So, we waited. For a few hours. I was hungry as it was noon time and I didn't take any breakfast. Then, at the food stall, the queue was damn long. Lunch was unremarkable. Then, when I was trying to pack </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114993754872044963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114993754872044963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114993754872044963' title='Not a really good day.....'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114835607797292028</id><published>2006-05-23T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:56:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elective.</title><summary type='text'>They say pictures speak a thousand words....And I am so lazy to type a thousand words. So I will just post pictures that speaks thousands of words...Pantai Teluk BatikGroup pic in Teluk BatikWe went there on a weekday after the ward round were done and we thought it was early enough to head to the seaside, and have some fresh Sitiawan seafood...RafflesiaSo, we went up to Cameron, actually it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114835607797292028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114835607797292028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114835607797292028' title='Elective.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114835313781488719</id><published>2006-05-23T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:58:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait! Approval from UMNO?</title><summary type='text'>Ok. Read this. What a good start to a lovely Tuesday.Movie must get UMNO nod.The Last Communist may be screened locally if the UMNO supreme council decides to give the green light, Home Ministry Datuk Seri Radzi Sheikh Ahmad said. He said it was for the party’s supreme council, and not the Cabinet, to decide because it “involved Umno a lot more than the Cabinet”. ......   “The minute they (the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114835313781488719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114835313781488719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114835313781488719' title='Wait! Approval from UMNO?'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114702301734604249</id><published>2006-05-08T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:30:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look ma, I'm using Linux!</title><summary type='text'>Knoppix... No need to install it in your hard drive, it runs from a CD! I'm still learning how to use it, especially saving my settings. For now, it is a hassle to find every setting I have done for my IM client, browser etc has been changed after I rebooted. Hehe, cool thing to learn...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114702301734604249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114702301734604249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114702301734604249' title='Look ma, I&apos;m using Linux!'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114662128581172962</id><published>2006-05-03T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:54:45.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapalah nak cari yang baru sedangkan yang lama kamu tak simpan baik baik? I tak faham</title><summary type='text'>The issue about Malaysian medical students, professionals in Britian not keen to return atttracts my attention. No matter what I said in the last post, about leaving this blog 'unupdated' this issue, I think I have to blog about.So, today, according to this,  "Higher Education Minister Datuk Mustapa Mohamed said the students must have a strong sense of nationalism and patriotism, and should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114662128581172962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114662128581172962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114662128581172962' title='Kenapalah nak cari yang baru sedangkan yang lama kamu tak simpan baik baik? I tak faham'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114646086499034314</id><published>2006-05-01T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:21:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks</title><summary type='text'>Ok, starting two weeks from now it is the first ever professional exam!!! Arrrggghh!!! I still have tons to study!!! Ok, now make last minute change. Find the thinnest book for every subject I'm studying and read that book only!! No time for Davidson, papa/mama/uncle/aunty Robbins. USMLE step 1 review, you are my bible now! Not forgetting other thin books too. And do questions too, for God's sake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114646086499034314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114646086499034314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114646086499034314' title='Two weeks'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114502717248798962</id><published>2006-04-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:06:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gubra</title><summary type='text'>Managed to catch Gubra in the cinemas last week. Loved it.Like Sepet, it made me wonder what is trying to be conveyed through the movie and at the same time it challenges my thought of what my conceptions on certain issues to be. One side tells betrayal, mistakes, lost memories, sickness. Another tells stigma, hardship, acceptance. And both has love, equality. Oh ya, not forgetting 'tetek berbulu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114502717248798962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114502717248798962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114502717248798962' title='Gubra'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114416204198769949</id><published>2006-04-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:47:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><summary type='text'>Recently I had a chat with a friend who's working in a garment factory outlet in Nilai. What that supposed to be a light conversation on how he's doing turned into a serious discussion about working life. According to him, the business he's in is bad  unlike those days. Last time, only his shop sells cheap clothes in the area and the company he's in had huge profits. But now, new shops has sprung</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114416204198769949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114416204198769949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114416204198769949' title='work'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114206999253626204</id><published>2006-03-11T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:39:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have done good today</title><summary type='text'>I done some good today. Feeling good and proud of it. So what did I do? I am a 'honest' person. Hey, even my surname is in that word too :)I was having my lunch with Richard, Firdaus and Faris this afternoon in KF when I noticed RM100 note lying on the floor. I picked it up and my mind was choosing between the binary choice: 0 or 1. to keep it or return to owner. In that split second I decided to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114206999253626204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114206999253626204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114206999253626204' title='I have done good today'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114140621146335213</id><published>2006-03-04T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:30:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark these dates on the calender baby!</title><summary type='text'>Kiulu 4M Challenge 2006- 7th MarchMt Kinabalu International Climbathon- 30th SeptSabah Tea Adventure Race- 13th AugMt Kinabalu Mountain Bike Challenge 2006- 27th JulySabah is really a place for adventure sports. Lets recap back. First year, I went to the Mt Kinabalu MTB. Second year, nil. Third year was the climbathon. So, I still haven't do the Kiulu and the STAR. In April there's the Sabah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114140621146335213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114140621146335213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114140621146335213' title='Mark these dates on the calender baby!'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114140325259885472</id><published>2006-03-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T00:27:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learn from school.</title><summary type='text'>Beggers that we are, lets us not be poor in thanks...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114140325259885472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114140325259885472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114140325259885472' title='I learn from school.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114093856813288425</id><published>2006-02-26T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:22:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo time</title><summary type='text'>CK and HH watching fireworks on the Chinese New Year Eve 2006 in KK.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114093856813288425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114093856813288425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114093856813288425' title='Photo time'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114093781806677047</id><published>2006-02-26T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:10:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshits again, from me.</title><summary type='text'>It was sad to hear that NC's daughter passed away in an accident last week. A few weeks before, I had some minor brushes as well, and luckily it was nothing. And today, another undergrad had a minor fall just at the KF roundabout as well. Almost all the time we hear from friends that their friends or them had it. Is this is just a coincidence? Or is it a wake up call, these tiny nudges reminding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114093781806677047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114093781806677047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114093781806677047' title='Bullshits again, from me.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-114035492898534859</id><published>2006-02-19T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:15:29.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch N Go</title><summary type='text'>"Fever and sour throat? A quick look at the throat, some paracetamol etc and off they go."   "Knee joint pain? Ok aunty, you try this LMS cream first. If no good, come back here."    All these in less than five minutes.      That is the normal senario in any government outpatient clinic. For a week, I were there, and basically it is  Touch N' Go system for the patients. Each patient only have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114035492898534859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/114035492898534859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114035492898534859' title='Touch N Go'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113842299994140552</id><published>2006-01-28T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:06:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotty funky doggy Chinese New Year 06!</title><summary type='text'>I'm not going back this year for CNY, now kinda miss it but nevermind, since I had made the decision not to go back, better to make full use of it right? I'm going to Kudat tommorow to visit my foster mum and family. Staying there for a night or two and lets have 'aramaiti' there!!I made history 2 weeks ago, damn, i puked and it was caught in video.Worse still, mengyong uploaded it into youtube! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113842299994140552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113842299994140552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113842299994140552' title='Hotty funky doggy Chinese New Year 06!'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113734595860782054</id><published>2006-01-16T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:26:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short holiday is good.</title><summary type='text'>I enjoyed thoroughly the past one week. Ipoh has never been this good. At the end of the week, I wanted a few days more, but not more than that. A week is just nice to meet up with family and friends without the effect of 'book-withdrawal-symptoms'.For almost every night, I went out to cybercafes and mamaks. KK can never beat Ipoh or KL for this. In an area, there will be a couple of cybercafes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113734595860782054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113734595860782054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113734595860782054' title='Short holiday is good.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113682667230596617</id><published>2006-01-10T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:11:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short short post</title><summary type='text'>I'm at Ipoh!So many things to eatSo many people to meetSo little time....Got to go!And blog another time..Ciao!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113682667230596617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113682667230596617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113682667230596617' title='Short short post'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113606115163035879</id><published>2006-01-01T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T04:32:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 05, Welcome 06</title><summary type='text'>(last sunset of 2005, UMS Canselori)Another year has passed, and 05 has given me lots of trials and tribulations. But also, the one above made me appreciate what is important and be blessed for what I have.Clinical years has begun. Far different from those days. I was lost at first, wandering in the ward, hoping that someone will come and show me what I need to know. Sadly, no one came. I became </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113606115163035879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113606115163035879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113606115163035879' title='Goodbye 05, Welcome 06'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113542177332937882</id><published>2005-12-24T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T18:56:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry x'mas</title><summary type='text'>Merry christmas and happy new year to all...Lets not forget the day after it, a year agoand those who are less fortunate than us..include them in your prayers too.....Hohoho...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113542177332937882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113542177332937882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113542177332937882' title='merry x&apos;mas'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113525183158642634</id><published>2005-12-22T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:43:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things happen without warning.</title><summary type='text'>hannwoei,my roommate was involved in an MVA last sunday and had his left acetabelum fractured, with dislocated femur and a L2 vertebra fracture, as a result of direct hit with a 4x4. i was dead worried when i heard the news, cheehoe said he was in the red triage of QE.bad luck comes in a succession. first, his laptop spoiled, some motherboard problem. acer said that they do not have the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113525183158642634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113525183158642634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113525183158642634' title='things happen without warning.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113438190975043147</id><published>2005-12-12T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:05:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiosyncracies of Life</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes life works the opposite way you want it.You feel alive, energized when you are busyYou sleep too much and you become even more lethargicThe more things you have to study, you cope with it betterSame amount of materials to digest but more time available, you still know that muchYou don't have to be rich, do great stuffs to be happy, and appreciative of lifeBut just have to be contented, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113438190975043147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113438190975043147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113438190975043147' title='Idiosyncracies of Life'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113351998602747779</id><published>2005-12-02T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:39:46.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streamyx fails again and I gone mad again....</title><summary type='text'>The connection went crazy again these two days. Coincidentally it happened the day mengyong left kk. Now I have been almost internetless for almost two days. Damn. Back to those days of using computer at uni and start paranoid of numerous spywares, keyword loggers in my school's computer lab. I still have 20% left to finish my pulp fiction movie download!!!! Arrghh!Lets see how is it tonight. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113351998602747779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113351998602747779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113351998602747779' title='Streamyx fails again and I gone mad again....'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113302629066180130</id><published>2005-11-26T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:06:29.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan jalan: Gua Tempurung</title><summary type='text'>With the ipoh mania currently still rages on in my mind, here's another 'hometown' themed entry. They say that one of the attractions in Perak is Gua Tempurung. Well, I must say that it is true, and this is the place for the adventurous.Six months ago, junliang had some friends who came over and they wanted to try out the cave. And so, we went there, the location is quite easy to find, just drive</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113302629066180130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113302629066180130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113302629066180130' title='Jalan jalan: Gua Tempurung'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113285210863216948</id><published>2005-11-25T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:23:47.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going back in Jan!</title><summary type='text'>Things happen for a reason after all. A few weeks ago(until this week), some bloggers in pps blogged about ipoh foods and at the same time, I suddenly went back to this site and stumbled upon this. Wah lau eh, that was enough to trigger my food cravings. I wish I could just fly back for a couple of hours and eat all I can.. Gosh, that really makes me miss my lovely lovely and gastro heaven 'ka </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113285210863216948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113285210863216948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113285210863216948' title='I&apos;m going back in Jan!'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113180540031841016</id><published>2005-11-12T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:34:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love doing stuffs alone, occasionally. Weird huh?</title><summary type='text'>I've been asked many times, why I prefer to be alone most of the times. People seemed to be surprised that I took my meals, exercise, going to the mall, catch a movie or even travel, alone. They have the notion that those activities are supposed to be done in a group. Take for example, taking your meal. It looks rather pathetic to eat alone, as if you don't have any friends. Some of my friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113180540031841016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113180540031841016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113180540031841016' title='I love doing stuffs alone, occasionally. Weird huh?'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113111593116929886</id><published>2005-11-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:52:11.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my nice letter.</title><summary type='text'>Dear Mr/Miss Handphone-Ringing-In-The-Cinema, I know that your 'canggih' handphone has nice ringtone that blurts out  "Uh huh kiss my shit!"  but pleeeasseeee switch to silent or your vibrating dildo (btw,how to do strikeout effect in blogger ah?) mode lah!    Kiss my shit here, Yeah! yeah! yeah! (Usher's) over up there and don't know what else annoying sound  filling up the cinema instead of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113111593116929886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113111593116929886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113111593116929886' title='my nice letter.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-113051871474721362</id><published>2005-10-29T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:58:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign...</title><summary type='text'>So, see where you go!Perhentian Island, 2005</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113051871474721362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/113051871474721362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113051871474721362' title='Sign...'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112973649914759916</id><published>2005-10-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:41:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't lah suicide!</title><summary type='text'>Life's like a river. Flowing along the route, rocky and fast at first then slows down and gently to the end of it....And there's no turning back.After being in the female ward for 2 weeks, I noticed there are some cases which are much more common in the female ward: poisoning cases. Intentional ones. Just in their teens and tried to take their lifes by taking PCMs, sleeping pills.Some just wanted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112973649914759916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112973649914759916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112973649914759916' title='Don&apos;t lah suicide!'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112920261657238392</id><published>2005-10-13T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:16:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to heaven......</title><summary type='text'>Ini ada satu cerita. 2 orang, suddenly pegi panjat itu kinabalu masa itu punya mt kinabalu international climbathon 05. ini memang sudden punya. never go for training aso. tapi kerana tamakkan value for money disebabkan ade cuma kena pay rm60 untuk panjat. summore can tunjuk tunjuk i dah pernah join the toughest mountain race! kalo panjat biasa kena bayar more than that. summore ada cun punya t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112920261657238392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112920261657238392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112920261657238392' title='Stairway to heaven......'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112873957143862400</id><published>2005-10-08T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:46:11.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning.</title><summary type='text'>It's Saturday morning.Lazing around, doing nothing.And just one question came to my mind.What am I doing with my life?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112873957143862400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112873957143862400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112873957143862400' title='Morning.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112761683903302743</id><published>2005-09-25T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T10:53:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><summary type='text'>The patient was sleeping, I thought. The family members are with him. I was looking at his case notes, looking to see if there's any positive findings on him. Ah, there's some crepitations in his lungs. Something caught my eyes. DNR. Ok. I looked at him. He was dyspneic, gasping for each breath. I thought "Well, I'll just listen to his lungs for a while, a quick short one as not to disturb him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112761683903302743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112761683903302743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112761683903302743' title='Death'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112702005948593104</id><published>2005-09-18T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:07:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit.</title><summary type='text'>Oh, life is sooo miserable now. Duduk tak senang, berdiri tak lama dan have to be in prone (lying on my belly) position most of the time. Why?Another huge pimple again. These time is at my butt. Painful,maimful...Absolutely awful. Remember the post earlier about the one on my face? Yes, its reoccuring now. Damn, I seem to have a penchant for all these, folliculitis etc...So, after trying to '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112702005948593104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112702005948593104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112702005948593104' title='Sakit.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112637194049849083</id><published>2005-09-11T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:05:43.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convo 7</title><summary type='text'>Now it's convo time! Also known as tamu gadang. Tamu means market. Gadang is a minangkabau word(?) for market also. The former VC was from NS and he got the idea to use this term for convo. Nice name for convo.*I think I heard it correctly lah... Kalau salah, tolong tunjukkan :)In the sea of graduates.... Faces of proud parents. Joy in graduates.  Makes me want to be a part of it...Well, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112637194049849083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112637194049849083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112637194049849083' title='Convo 7'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112607845398479863</id><published>2005-09-07T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:34:13.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tema gambar hari ini: petang dan malam</title><summary type='text'>Photo 1.Sunset.Looking towards port, likas area. Taken at Coastal Road near masjid. 6th Sept.2005Photo 2.Sunset.Towards UMS side. same place and date.Photo 3. Night.Looking towards SKTM/KF/Inanam. Taken at Kg A's anjung. 5th Sept.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112607845398479863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112607845398479863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112607845398479863' title='Tema gambar hari ini: petang dan malam'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112575421023903541</id><published>2005-09-03T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:30:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moral of the story (again)</title><summary type='text'>Wah, long time no update my blog liao.Sometimes just feel no motivation to blog, although I got lots of things to be put down.It's ironic how sometimes you turn out to be the very thing you try not to be. I hated log books. And completing it. Why? I don't know. I just don't like it. I feel I should not do things for the sake of filling up my log book with signatures without learning a thing.So, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112575421023903541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112575421023903541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112575421023903541' title='moral of the story (again)'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112403936463683220</id><published>2005-08-15T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:09:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one two three.</title><summary type='text'>one two three.. here it goes.i don't know why 'apa tu' didn't let some of us  to shift outside. security reasons? c'mon. we can get killed/robbed/injured anytime,anywhere. as if uni will be 100% safe from all that. we are adults, we know how to take care of ourselves.how about those who want to go oncall/do extra work?so, either they have to be back by curfew time or have to spend time outside. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112403936463683220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112403936463683220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112403936463683220' title='one two three.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112280443321765012</id><published>2005-07-31T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T18:07:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall climbing</title><summary type='text'>They say do something different. Something you never do before. I heeded the advice and went for wall climbing in uni today.It looked so easy until I tried it. Every step, push takes lots of my energy. I fumbled, once I got a grip, I just pushed myself up but didn't try to look for place to rest my foot. I lost my grips a few times. A couple steps after midway I gave up as the wall went from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112280443321765012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112280443321765012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112280443321765012' title='Wall climbing'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112263856722874761</id><published>2005-07-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T20:02:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another unremarkable poem attempt.</title><summary type='text'>now onwards i swear   with the white coat that i wearto be humane and show i careand not to treat patients like they  aren't there.to take care of those who are hurt with countless times taking blood  busy filling up the case note and i understand its all work   no matter no busy i may seem   to patients i will not be meana smile, a touch or just a greetwill probably the patient ever needi'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112263856722874761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112263856722874761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112263856722874761' title='yet another unremarkable poem attempt.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112231398813113047</id><published>2005-07-25T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:53:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad case.</title><summary type='text'>A young girl was transferred from district hospital after complaining of severe lower abdominal pain. The doctor there did  ultrasound scan and found out she's pregnant and the abdomen was wooden hard, which is characteristic of abruptio placenta (an emergency as the patient is bleeding inside and can die). She must be operated to save the fetus and also her but upon arrival the fetus died </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112231398813113047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112231398813113047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112231398813113047' title='Sad case.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112161063136109884</id><published>2005-07-17T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:04:15.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week in OnG.</title><summary type='text'>From noon until now it's raining. Sunday somemore. Sunday should be sunny! Fun and sun! but now, cannot liao. Stuck inside the house, and I only can keep refreshing pps page to look for new pings.So, a week in obgyn has passed. 7 weeks to go. Aiya I make it sound like it's such a torture which in fact not! last week was a little bit dull but it isn't that dull, considering that a drug company </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112161063136109884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112161063136109884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112161063136109884' title='1 week in OnG.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112075917577334819</id><published>2005-07-08T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:59:35.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings.</title><summary type='text'>Its surprising that you feel distanced from the people you thought you are close to. People who you meet everyday,every hour for years or even share the same room with. The more you know them, the less you understand what's in their mind and their preferences. Being close together not necessarily you can live together. At times, when you just wish they're beside you they would rather indulge in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112075917577334819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112075917577334819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112075917577334819' title='Feelings.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112072617998105087</id><published>2005-07-07T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:49:40.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PiP (people in pic)</title><summary type='text'>A young fella, manning a toilet counter under the hot sun. Somewhere in Kelantan (the grik-jeli highway). April 2005.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112072617998105087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112072617998105087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112072617998105087' title='PiP (people in pic)'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112056553014343847</id><published>2005-07-05T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:12:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini D, tells me.</title><summary type='text'>What else does 'ini d' the movie tells me... (apart from street racing+drifting=so gaya)Waking up early in the morning to deliver tofu+school+working in petrol station doesn't seem make Takumi tired. Wah lau eh. He's taking Red Bull energy drink issit?You can accelerate from 120-160km/h within a second. (look at the speedometer in the movie!)No police.The part where Takumi discovers that Natsuki </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112056553014343847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112056553014343847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112056553014343847' title='Ini D, tells me.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-112040580401645953</id><published>2005-07-03T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:50:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle steamy shit n i'm playing a bad guy's role :)</title><summary type='text'>Net connection damn slow. I can't even load the blogger's create post page.Streamyx running on SteamyShit! But then, perhaps not SteamyShit problem. Perhaps I messed up with the settings of the router/adsl modem while trying to do port fowarding for bitcomet and dc++. You know la, lazy fella like me never bother to give a ring to 'trademark nuts' (TMnet) to find out what's the problem. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112040580401645953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/112040580401645953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040580401645953' title='Turtle steamy shit n i&apos;m playing a bad guy&apos;s role :)'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111976707339720916</id><published>2005-06-26T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:56:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken chop.</title><summary type='text'>Near Pantai Timur Shopping Center, behind BSN, Kota Bahru Kelantan. 2005.Not like your ordinary neighborhood western food. Tasted heavenly. The chicken was crispy outside yet moist and tender inside. Sweet and and sour sauce compliments it well. Home-made potato wedges was served instead of frozen supermarket fries. Price: less than RM10 (including a drink. Verdict: Highly recommended.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111976707339720916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111976707339720916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111976707339720916' title='Chicken chop.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111976616917822515</id><published>2005-06-26T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:30:03.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70 deluxe</title><summary type='text'>   Anyone know what's this?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111976616917822515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111976616917822515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111976616917822515' title='70 deluxe'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111976570412951692</id><published>2005-06-26T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:01:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to church.</title><summary type='text'>Usually my sundays are filled with inane stuffs like washing clothes piled after a week of class and lectures, cleaning the house or just plain sleeping/doing nothing. Or sometimes go to the morning market to take a walk, 'cuci cuci mata'... But today, it's different. I went to church. Just curious and want to have a feel of it.Accompanying me was Richard and Jauty who are kind enough to follow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111976570412951692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111976570412951692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111976570412951692' title='Went to church.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111884101335339791</id><published>2005-06-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:10:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the wards.</title><summary type='text'>on the first day, we're quite blur. at 8am, we assembled at our designated wards and waited.the physician's/mo's were doing the rounds. so we were like standing in the middle of the ward.blur.expecting the doctors will say something to us or ask us to follow them.shy aside we had to approach them and asked them what are we supposed to do. and we had to find patients with conditions with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111884101335339791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111884101335339791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111884101335339791' title='At the wards.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111854477481549014</id><published>2005-06-12T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:52:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short post.</title><summary type='text'>Been thinking of shifting out to a place nearer to QE. But upon deeper thought, it's still not the time . Reason.- I have a bunch of great housemates- The hassles of finding a house, negotiating the rent, installing Streamyx, packing and unpacking, cleaning the place puts me off- The distance travelled daily is not too far, just like I was used to travel from home to school daily.- My bad habit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111854477481549014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111854477481549014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111854477481549014' title='Short post.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111832039232970886</id><published>2005-06-09T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:33:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start liao</title><summary type='text'>My third year has started this week.Let me recap some of the interesting things that had happened so far....The Dean briefed us. He got some good news and bad ones. Good? It seems that our school is the 3rd most preferred choice after UM and UKM for the incoming intake to medical schools this year. He said that perhaps us has done a good job 'promoting' our school. But how can 70 people have such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111832039232970886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111832039232970886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111832039232970886' title='Start liao'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111785622197238025</id><published>2005-06-04T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:37:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The RM1 deck of card.</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps it is my best investment so far. I thought that it would help me to kill some time, passing the days in the community service. What I got back from it was far greater. It's surprising that card games brings out the other side in people that normally one percieve them to be. The one who we thought as a serious, insensitive, small minded, unfriendly turns out to be one who giggles, made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111785622197238025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111785622197238025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111785622197238025' title='The RM1 deck of card.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111737332670559245</id><published>2005-05-29T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:28:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring.Stupid.</title><summary type='text'>Boring.At Sabah.Boring.No internet.Streamyx modem is at friends place.Boring.No TV.Got TV.But can't see.TV spoilt.Boring.No VCDs.No porn DVDs (joking la).Boring.Most friends haven't back yet.Miss home.Shit.Boring.An idle mind is bad.Must keep myself busy.Keep busy.Keep busy.Supiud.Tried to open the front gate.But put the right key at the wrong lock.Climbed in and out for almost a day before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111737332670559245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111737332670559245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111737332670559245' title='Boring.Stupid.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111660751474849629</id><published>2005-05-21T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:33:54.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making use of what has been learned so far....</title><summary type='text'>One example how to apply the knowledge you have learned in medical school.Somebody, somehow, somewhere people figured out extra uses of lidocaine, a local anaesthetic.What's its extra use? Drum rolls please..... and a cymbal crash!Answer: To enable men to prolong the period before ejaculation while having sex. The logic is if you make your penis go numb- so,you can't feel the sensation-so,it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111660751474849629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111660751474849629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660751474849629' title='Making use of what has been learned so far....'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111660639535876882</id><published>2005-05-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:26:35.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say the right thing</title><summary type='text'>From Reader's Digest (Jan 1982 pg 55).According to an Islamic proverb, each word we utter should have to pass through three gates before we say it.At the first gate, the gatekeeper asks, "Is it true?"At the second gate, he asks, "Is it necessary?"and at the third gate, "Is it kind?"I'll keep this in my mind always.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111660639535876882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111660639535876882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660639535876882' title='Say the right thing'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111539327280154232</id><published>2005-05-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:27:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banyak benda dah naik. Tapi ada jugak benda yang tak naik!</title><summary type='text'>So, petrol and diesel prices went up again. Sooner, everything that we need will also see its price raised.    I’m just wondering what else has/will not gone up. Oh yea, our salary/income. Or my weight. For years it hovers at 50kg. Please, increase increase it! Has anyone figured out how to ‘transfer’ some of the mass/fat/shit/ from overweight people to me or people in Africa? That will be mother</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111539327280154232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111539327280154232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539327280154232' title='Banyak benda dah naik. Tapi ada jugak benda yang tak naik!'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111487322686948647</id><published>2005-04-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:17:52.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digigit kumbang fotografi...</title><summary type='text'>Photography bug has bitten me! Help!The panoramic views are shot using panorama mode (nikon 4100) and combined using photoshop.Genting Highlands Night ViewCable CarTambun's Lost WorldKLCC fountainGunung Lang Scenic ViewGenting Highlands PanoramaLost World Panorama</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111487322686948647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111487322686948647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111487322686948647' title='Digigit kumbang fotografi...'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111413951251337477</id><published>2005-04-22T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:11:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A self reminder, zit part 2</title><summary type='text'>Do not compare.If I want to compare, compare it with your goals.Each of us is different. Comparing myself to others is like comparing an apple with a durian.Be grateful with what I have.Having more is not neccesarily better.Live the life in the best way I knowAnd make best of my life, instead of griping about it.*i was a little down yesterday, i'm just trying to cheer up myself, ok. feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111413951251337477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111413951251337477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111413951251337477' title='A self reminder, zit part 2'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111366545090807534</id><published>2005-04-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:30:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest zit.</title><summary type='text'>Location: Left cheek. 1cm lateral to the nose. 3cm inferior to the eye.Size: 2cm x 2cmCharacteristics: A red, palpable swelling, eliciting pain when palpated.History: Had previous zit at the same site since a year ago. Spontaneously receded by itself.The 'head' of the zit still haven't come out. Shit.  Here's another upcoming 'volcano' waiting to spew its lava/magma in the upcoming days. Guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111366545090807534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111366545090807534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111366545090807534' title='Biggest zit.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111331869858371695</id><published>2005-04-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T02:02:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird questions out of nowhere</title><summary type='text'>Weird questions out of nowhere1. How come we ourselves are unable to smell how stinking our mouth is? This is especially true to those who have stinking mouth. They don't know it but others will keep a 100m radius whenever they open their mouth and the toxic gas emanates out. The stinking air could travel to the back of the oral cavity, rise up back to the nose right and the stinking breath could</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111331869858371695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111331869858371695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331869858371695' title='Weird questions out of nowhere'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111331817719187197</id><published>2005-04-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:12:47.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging with 'style'</title><summary type='text'>I went for a jog 2 days back and  I can't help noticing some weird things people do. Like what? I don't understand why the heck some wore attire which is more suitable for a storm-proof outing. It's acceptable to me if trackbottoms are worn but windbreaker? What for? You're not jogging in the rain! And who is crazy enough to do that? If you do jog in the rain, might as well as take it off and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111331817719187197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111331817719187197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331817719187197' title='Jogging with &apos;style&apos;'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111331747109277166</id><published>2005-04-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:51:11.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I or shouldn't?</title><summary type='text'>A couple of days back I was at my dad's car parked in a  parking lot in the city; taking something from the car when the city hall's officer came by next to the car and looked at a centralised booth for paying parking fees and showing the time left for the cars parked in the parking lots. Seeing that, I went over to the there to check the time left and started looking for my dad's lot to put in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111331747109277166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111331747109277166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331747109277166' title='Should I or shouldn&apos;t?'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111280276598221463</id><published>2005-04-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:52:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson after a few days in KL.</title><summary type='text'>Traffic light colors.green- go slow! beware for cars jumping red light!yellow- floor the accelerator! it's going to be red soon! red- I can make it! go! go! go!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111280276598221463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111280276598221463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111280276598221463' title='Lesson after a few days in KL.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111280269818327484</id><published>2005-04-06T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:54:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jusco. Hse of Fury. Holiday?</title><summary type='text'>Indeed, Jusco is the meeting place for Michaelians. Today alone, I think I lost count of how many people I saw there (I think about 12 ppl). Hannwoei and Chunhoe was probably got tired of me and Mengyong stopping over a few times to have a chat after the movie House of Fury.Talking about the movie, I guess it was ok. Stephen Fung's directing is not that bad either. The action scenes are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111280269818327484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111280269818327484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111280269818327484' title='Jusco. Hse of Fury. Holiday?'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111183616359062972</id><published>2005-03-26T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:52:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jln jln part 2</title><summary type='text'>-continued-The next day we discovered that cheekeong's rear tire punctured as we were about to embark our journey up to the foothills of Kinabalu. So, we spent the whole morning try to change the tire tube by ourselves. We brought along the necessary tools and I bought a spare tube for the journey. So, begins our first time as a mechanic, getting our hands dirty. *tink tonk tink tonk* We changed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111183616359062972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111183616359062972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111183616359062972' title='Jln jln part 2'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111170929189330665</id><published>2005-03-24T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:55:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jln jln. Part 1 (updated)</title><summary type='text'>Guess what I did last week?A motorbike trip, covering around 550km from KK-Sikuati (small pekan before Kudat)- Kg Tambatuon (Kota Belud)-Kundasang-Poring-KK.What the heck!?Oh, we (me, jauty and cheekeong) had to visit our foster family in Sikuati. Previously we did not stay overnight there but this time around, to get a more indepth understanding how my foster family is like, I decided to stay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111170929189330665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111170929189330665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111170929189330665' title='Jln jln. Part 1 (updated)'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111098427349264111</id><published>2005-03-16T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:44:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog's name.</title><summary type='text'>I don't know whether I blogged about this before, I'm too lazy to check it out. Why Tora Tora &amp; Mckee Mckee?Long time ago, in the southern province of China....there's one guest lecturer, he kept saying " Anything you don't understand, read back your-text-book-of-the-moment, written by Tortora. But somehow or rather  he kept mispronouncing it as Tora Tora. It was kind of cool, and besides there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111098427349264111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111098427349264111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111098427349264111' title='My blog&apos;s name.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111093334396413069</id><published>2005-03-16T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:34:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2 cents about Sepet the movie.</title><summary type='text'>Well, immediately after the VIVA, the final part of the exam around 7 (me, Sattian, CheeKeong, Suzanna, Hafizah, Mai, Prem, SiowPing n Leydra) went to the cinema. First, the show started late. Then, they showed the wrong film. Damn. I knew something was wrong when the opening title was 'New Zealand Film ....'. What does Sepet have in common with New Zealand anyway? I thought we were in the wrong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111093334396413069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111093334396413069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111093334396413069' title='My 2 cents about Sepet the movie.'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111074105880026905</id><published>2005-03-14T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T03:10:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiansom Waterfalls</title><summary type='text'>As far as I know, the nearest waterfall KK has is the Kiansom Waterfalls. Located around 7km from Inanam, it is frequently visited by the locals. To reach there is easy, just head to Inanam and upon reaching the junction there, take the right turn into the area and from there, go straight till the end of the road. To enter, one have to pay RM1 entrance fee which I think used for upkeeping of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111074105880026905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111074105880026905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111074105880026905' title='Kiansom Waterfalls'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111073973608280498</id><published>2005-03-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T02:48:56.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures again, MED@C</title><summary type='text'>Here are the pictures for the MED@C Carnival.That's our VC, getting his blood pressure checked by us after officiating the karnival.  He is retiring on the 17 March. I dedicate this picture to him.That's the carnival. On the left, is the blood glucose, blood cholesterol, blood type and blood pressure counters and contralateral side is the exhibition. I must say that the breast self examination </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111073973608280498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111073973608280498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111073973608280498' title='Pictures again, MED@C'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-111010274526459384</id><published>2005-03-06T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:52:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pray...</title><summary type='text'>Terrible stuffs happened to michaelooi and drliew.... I don't know what happened, but I hope I will be able to read their blogs again. Can't write longer, in the middle of exam week but I still have to post this up.drliew and michaelooi, u have my prayers and good luck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111010274526459384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/111010274526459384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111010274526459384' title='I pray...'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110918725721701648</id><published>2005-02-24T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T03:34:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics..again</title><summary type='text'>There's a cat sleeping on the left side of the picture. Took this at a PLUS rest area on my way to KL to take a flight back to KK, during CNY.Interior view of the Dewan Chanselor during Anuar Zain's concert here.The outside view of Dewan Chanselor during Pesta Angpow 2005 which had the most number of people 'low sang' together (entered Malaysia Book of Records- yeah right, what's so important </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110918725721701648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110918725721701648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110918725721701648' title='Random pics..again'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110918471904148301</id><published>2005-02-24T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T02:51:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams again..Rants...Punctured tire</title><summary type='text'>Exam till I die....This Saturday is going to be finals for English LiteratureNext week will be 4 days in a row of medical stuffsThen it will be 6 days in a row of medical stuffs and Kadazandusun. Au nokoilo!The final week, only one exam. VIVA.And I am still pretty much in a non-exam state. Revision is not in my to-do list now. MATI LA!!!!  Almost everyday, busy doing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110918471904148301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110918471904148301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110918471904148301' title='Exams again..Rants...Punctured tire'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110812182904054120</id><published>2005-02-11T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T19:37:09.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I so busy before this?</title><summary type='text'>It was really busy before the holiday. MEDSTAS organized Karnival MED@C, the first major  event for us.We exhibited some posters, models, specimens to help to spread awareness of certain health issues such as importance of breast self examination (ya, we had some of us demonstrating it using a breast model) and smoking. I was explaining to a guy on smoking when he asked a profound question  "So, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110812182904054120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110812182904054120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110812182904054120' title='Why am I so busy before this?'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110791274248484095</id><published>2005-02-09T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T09:32:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><summary type='text'>The Year of Rooster has arrived!Gong Xi Fa Cai...Angpow na lai...I wish everyone "san tai kin hong" and  "lung ma jing san"Have a great 'chick' year ahead!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110791274248484095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110791274248484095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110791274248484095' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110755507774899170</id><published>2005-02-05T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T06:11:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><summary type='text'>a breaka badly needed oneaway from academicalso time to reflectsome personal issuesand welcome backback to homebeing togetherwith the ones I care and missI must take the chance this timefor I will not knowwhen will i have the samein time not so far aheadso todaystarts a journeya plane and a busto the place I callhome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110755507774899170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110755507774899170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110755507774899170' title='Home'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110700954332511139</id><published>2005-01-29T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:39:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning </title><summary type='text'>After almost a semester of English Literature class, I'm liking it. I didn't know that a simple poem like Red Red Rose or Ode to the Gracious Urn could have so many meanings. Or George Bernard Shaw's Pygmalion. Socialist ideas, idea of non-matrimony between Prof Higgins (not heekheen!) and Elizabeth. What a contrast to Romeo &amp; Juliet, where emotions, love rules.And what we get from the readings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110700954332511139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110700954332511139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700954332511139' title='Learning '/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110520407818852786</id><published>2005-01-09T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T01:07:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise..and sunset</title><summary type='text'>Sunset....at the bridge near Pantai DalitFirst sunrise 2005 from the same place(It's Mt. Kinabalu  on the left)    This sounds crazy but I woke up at 4.30am on the first day of 2005, took my bike and set out for the place, which is around 20km or around 1/2 hour from house.... The road leading there was deserted, some even don't have steetlights. In the journey, I kept thinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110520407818852786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110520407818852786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110520407818852786' title='Sunrise..and sunset'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110486508316146272</id><published>2005-01-05T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:58:03.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut my mouth..</title><summary type='text'>I should really shut my mouth and think before I say. I tend to be a little bit emotional sometimes, particularly if the issue really 'triggers' me. Well, it's not wrong to say what I feel, but if I tell it nicely and wait for a few minutes before voicing it out, the result could be better. I really regret with the way I told my message. But as soon as it is out, hah, I will just joke about it as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110486508316146272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110486508316146272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110486508316146272' title='Shut my mouth..'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110416290842085837</id><published>2004-12-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:58:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, Bloody Sunday</title><summary type='text'>As we all know now, tsunami hit us, especially in the northern peninsula states. Lives were lost, but perhaps the most saddening thing is that thousands of lives lost around the epicenter of the quake. Poor people in Sri Lanka, India, Sumatera are the most badly affected. and it happened on Boxing Day too. New year for these people will not be a very happy one....I can't imagine if I'm in their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110416290842085837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110416290842085837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110416290842085837' title='Sunday, Bloody Sunday'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110391924653985326</id><published>2004-12-25T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T04:14:06.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas...</title><summary type='text'>I really don't realise that Xmas eve is today. Up until yesterday, which was Thursday, there were still no signs of Xmas. Classes are packed as usual, and heaps of materials still need to be digested. The lack of decoration around uni and perhaps, with the absence of TV in the house, all the festive moods are forgotten.I still remember the last Xmas, I went out with a couple of friends, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110391924653985326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110391924653985326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110391924653985326' title='Merry Xmas...'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110338918018231530</id><published>2004-12-19T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:59:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from UMS</title><summary type='text'> UMS from main gate UMS from the sky bridge connecting Canselori's twin towers.  Sekolah Kejuruteraan dan Teknologi Maklumat  is on the left and Sekolah Sains and Teknologi is on the right. The 'bawang' shaped building is the newly built Dewan Besar UMS which can fit 5000 people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110338918018231530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110338918018231530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110338918018231530' title='Pics from UMS'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110304477168523099</id><published>2004-12-15T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:19:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><summary type='text'>    Thinking about complaining? Well, think twice before doing that, as it can trigger  finger-pointing and finding a person to be held liable..... Some things are meant to be brought up, but some have to be settled 'undergroundly' or at least go to the lowest level to complain. Bringing the matter up to the highest level , although can bypass the bureuacracy or fast-acting, may not be the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110304477168523099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110304477168523099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110304477168523099' title='Lessons'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110278223033087776</id><published>2004-12-12T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:23:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><summary type='text'>It's from Kota Belud, a view of Kinabalu from my friend's house. Nothing beats having a morning view of the highest mountain in SEA (well, almost if one taken into account the mountain in Irian Jaya).Sunset at UMS jetty.Kiansom Waterfall. Lost world.Cultural dance at Monsopiad Cultural Village.Snapshot of the class during lecture break.Isn't she lovely?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110278223033087776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110278223033087776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278223033087776' title='Pics'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997578.post-110233414234822161</id><published>2004-12-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T19:55:42.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>What the heck!! I found this article in Science section of New Sunday Times. The online version wasn't available though.  We have rhinoplasty, liposuction, Botox, breat augmentation, this and that and now what, we have vaginaplasty, labiaplasty! Plastic surgery on female genitalia organs! People are mad these days! Ok, it's normal nowadays for people to go for plastic surgery to 'enhance' their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110233414234822161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5997578/posts/default/110233414234822161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toratora.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110233414234822161' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>heekheen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
