<?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-6487485</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:16:49.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junglemumble</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of a nature lover in the concrete jungle of Kuala Lumpur.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112564157997723095</id><published>2005-09-02T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:12:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Two near misses...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider yoursefl luck or unluck if you had 2 near misses.&lt;br /&gt;Say you nearly got into a car accident, would you consider yousefl lucky because you missed it by inches or unlucky because you got into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le premier est quatre-vingt deux virgule cinquate.... duexième est quatre-vingt-un virgule cinq.....troisième est quatre-vingt-un virgule vingt-cinq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Patients and good luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112564157997723095?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112564157997723095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112564157997723095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-near-misses.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112505834510313366</id><published>2005-08-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:37:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merdeka!(also shouted when the exams are over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s our very own 4th of July! and our dear leaders can't help but remind us to display our affections for own by waving the Jalur Gemilang (Stripes of Glory?). Some are more patriotic than other but who can top the girl that dressed herself in our nation’s colours. Most find it vulgar but I found it quite amusing. She’s definitely more passionate about this country than I am. Don’t get me wrong I love Malaysia very much. Every time I leave this country I come back more grateful. Citizens of this country lack a sense of humour, is it so difficult to look at the brighter side of life. Sure it dressing skimpy is against our ‘Asian values’ but have you notice everything around you e.g. girls showing of their fluorescent G-string and micro-mini-skirts. Pfff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t you think your more guilty for showing being unpassionate about our homeland (if you consider this you’re home that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the luke warm is understandable. Why are they expecting us to hoo-haa now when we can hoo-haa on the actual day itself (31 August if some of you have forgotten). I think it’s a scam, one the ministers owns a flag manufacturing facility and is trying to make a quick million off them (who makes a quick buck nowadays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long people enjoy your holidays. Vive la Malaisie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: my my aren’t you a preacher today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112505834510313366?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112505834510313366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112505834510313366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/08/merdekaalso-shouted-when-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112357984565475206</id><published>2005-08-09T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:30:45.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love is in the air........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah rite! The air here stinks literally. I'm pinching my nose while typing this entry. Forgive me if I sound nasel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vish ai m bach in melaka rite now. dee hair is so munch kleaner. "£$%£$ inhdooneycia, Ai dink wee afh bekome dier dumping ground. pffff bluuup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: I wish I am on remote island rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112357984565475206?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112357984565475206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112357984565475206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-is-in-air.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112316604337682861</id><published>2005-08-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:34:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Borders - my new library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Say you have a questions and googling gives you a bunch of crap, go to Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;I like going to book stores but I think its time to phase out the phrase 'Can I help you?' uttered every time I visit Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! maybe that’s why I'm at the bookstore cause I need help. Why not direct me straight away to the self-help section if they think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm not that smart that why's I probably at the bookstore. But when I say no I don't need their help they give me this look like they're saying 'So you know everything there is to know do ya? if ya do whatcha doin here anyway?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People working there should help themselves to 'Body languages for dummies'. Why don't they ever ask the people sitting at the sofas if they would like some coffee? Better yet tell them to make themselves at home, get them a pillow since some customers have already planted themselves there&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... I have cheese, maggi mee, left overs in the fridge lets go to borders and see what creative supper can I whip up. Damn! I forgot I closes at 9.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: what happened to the koala bear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112316604337682861?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112316604337682861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112316604337682861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/08/borders-my-new-library-say-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112236752328325461</id><published>2005-07-26T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T16:45:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pondering......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imminent fact: &lt;strong&gt;We are running out of gas.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you using energy efficiently?&lt;br /&gt;If you adopt the 'who cares' then are you willing to walk to work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112236752328325461?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112236752328325461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112236752328325461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/07/pondering.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112192526256203598</id><published>2005-07-21T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:54:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sniff sniff..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it these two buggers are such sentimental blokes. Let me introduce your to &lt;a href="http://soonyean.blogs.friendster.com/mnm0to"&gt;SY&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://robarto.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Rob&lt;/a&gt;, my very own tear jerkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: they may be a bunch of sissies but they are still my friends and they have all my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: French is a male remember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112192526256203598?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112192526256203598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112192526256203598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/07/sniff-sniff.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112169434992161712</id><published>2005-07-18T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:45:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;njo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does less say more or should I speak another language. By the way I'm learning french for god knows what reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112169434992161712?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112169434992161712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112169434992161712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/07/bonjour-does-less-say-more-or-should-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112080409423800130</id><published>2005-07-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:05:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your place or mine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Parisian to a Londoner.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yahoo search 'ways to ask a guy out' link to my site.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll never ask this question. I like yours.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you ask me I'll say your's always&lt;br /&gt;5. Who cares why not rite here!&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't worry its just business.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ha Ha you've gotta be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;8. How many times has MJ used this line.&lt;br /&gt;9. Yawn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112080409423800130?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112080409423800130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112080409423800130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-place-or-mine-1.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112073462058371279</id><published>2005-07-07T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:10:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I feel that I should be doing something else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112073462058371279?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112073462058371279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112073462058371279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-do-i-feel-that-i-should-be-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-112019123640926654</id><published>2005-07-01T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:13:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pheee ...ew ew ew ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ooo.... look who just drop in!  Thanks to those who still drop in once in a while. I still get about 4 visits a days for not doing anything. Thanks people! (you have way... to much free time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true when you are working life the flashes by, april was hazy, may was busy, june.. shity or 'sithy' if ya get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what in store for July... well i have plan lots of running. I think I want to run my 1st marathon next Feb. Why? Well its something that’s been nagging at the back of my mind and I'm unemployed or as one of my friends put it I'm a budding architect. Now I have way... to much free time. So more postings for all of you to read, if it's worth reading that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Stick with it you idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-112019123640926654?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112019123640926654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/112019123640926654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/07/pheee.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-111319345277436748</id><published>2005-04-11T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T12:32:15.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blurred and jaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks has been quite busy with academic work (i.e. doing lab demonstrations and grading 120 lab reports). By the time I finished I had a huge headache and was talking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just wondering how many of you out there has read this months Cleo M’sian ed. One particular article sort of pissed me off, well just annoyed me actual. The title was ‘5 ways to ask a guy out’. I’m not sure about you guys out there but I feel a bit short changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this: Every other self-help list in that magazine has at least 10 ways to do something. e.g. 10 signs to tell if your guy is cheating on you or 10 ways to spiced up in the bed room or 10 signs that you guys are meant your each other, get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when it came to asking a guy out they could only come up with FIVE, not six, seven or eight BUT FIVE. If you have read it the ‘pick up’lines are not exactly mind blowing. They are like ‘Hi, can I get you a drink’ to ‘Hi, cute T-shirt can I get you a drink’ to just ‘Hi’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It like saying 'Hey all ya girs out there guys are very pretty easy just use one of our 5 lines you are bound a get a guy'. Guess we aren't that complicated to figure out huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think it will work? Sure why not I’ll probably take the drink and leave, unless you look superficially good but how many good looking girls would do that try to pick up a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it these lines are more of a conversation starters at bars or clubs and they are the  worst places to have a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy said the same thing to you girls I wonder will it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: When in hell am I going to figure out what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-111319345277436748?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/111319345277436748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/111319345277436748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/04/blurred-and-jaded-past-few-weeks-has.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-110999632466151584</id><published>2005-03-05T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:21:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Holy matrimony (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love makes the world go round then you know what turns it upside down…. (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infatuation is when you think that he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Conners, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger, and nothing like Robert Redford--but you'll take him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;-- Judith Viorst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end this is what I believe whether you are married or not……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.&lt;br /&gt;-- Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see each other whole against the sky.&lt;br /&gt;-- Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real test of friendship is: Can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy together those moments of life that are utterly simple? They are the moments people looks back on at the end of life and number as their most sacred experiences.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eugene Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But may you be warned again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfection is what American women expect to find in their husbands... but English women only hope to find in their butlers.&lt;br /&gt;-- W. Somerset Maugham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no realizable power that man cannot, in time, fashion the tools to attain, nor any power so secure that the naked ape will not abuse it. So it is written in the genetic cards - only physics and war hold him in check. And the wife who wants him home by five, of course.&lt;br /&gt;-- Encyclopaedia Apocryphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an excellent housekeeper. Every time I get a divorce, I keep the house.&lt;br /&gt;-- Zsa Zsa Gabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.&lt;br /&gt;-- David Bissonette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never tell. Not if you love your wife... In fact, if your old lady walks in on you, deny it. Yeah. Just flat out and she'll believe it: "I'm tellin' ya. This chick came downstairs with a sign around her neck 'Lay on Top of Me Or I'll Die.' I didn't know what I was gonna do...."&lt;br /&gt;-- Lenny Bruce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some personal favourites…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife you will become happy, and if you get a bad one you will become a philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;-- Socrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal consistency of the women who love me.&lt;br /&gt;-- George Bernard Shaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look at my parents and even my friend's parents and wonder how did they do it. Have another good laugh ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-110999632466151584?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110999632466151584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110999632466151584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/03/holy-matrimony-2-if-love-makes-world.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-110990861151085307</id><published>2005-03-04T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:04:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Holy matrimony (1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder are events like marriage seasonal. Past few weeks, I either know someone who’s engage or is planning to. Some of my good friends are making the big leap while a few has already tied the knot and most of them are around my age i.e. below are average marrying age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’m not exactly the most qualified person of talk about this topic I did consult a few people who were. And some of them agreed with me on certain aspects of marriage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is more fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I date this girl for two years--and then the nagging starts: "I wanna know your name."&lt;br /&gt;-- Mike Binder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jake liked his women the way he liked his kiwi fruit: sweet yet tart, firm-fleshed yet yielding to the touch, and covered with short brown fuzzy hair.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jonathan S. Haas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.&lt;br /&gt;-- Katharine Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;-- Zsa Zsa Gabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets the more interested he is in her.&lt;br /&gt;-- Agatha Christie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you still want to get on with it here are a few comforting thoughts….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is blind -- marriage is the eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;-- Pauline Thomason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.&lt;br /&gt;-- Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighty percent of married men cheat in America. The rest cheat in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jackie Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have a much better time of it than women: for one thing they marry later, for another thing they die earlier.&lt;br /&gt;-- H. L. Mencken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife suggested a book for me to read to enhance our relationship. It's titled, "Women are from Venus, Men are Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets the more interested he is in her.&lt;br /&gt;-- Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something you say. After marriage, he'll fall asleep before you finish.. -- Helen Roland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good place to settle down and to bring the in laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honolulu, it's got everything. Sand for the children, sun for the wife, sharks for the wife's mother.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ken Dodd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to put anyone of commitment or to ridicule the institution. I saved the good stuff for the next post. Have a good laugh ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be con’t…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-110990861151085307?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110990861151085307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110990861151085307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/03/holy-matrimony-1-i-wonder-are-events.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-110779951672892179</id><published>2005-02-08T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T02:07:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its celebration time c'mon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eve of the Chinese new year and I would be looking forward tonight's reunion dinner. This year it's going to be different, for the first time we are going to have it at my grandfather's place and that means a new dinner menu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aunt, uncle and 2 cousins would be overseas during this CNY. So got to keep the men fed as no one will be cooking for them that is if my mom get the prized fish for the laksa, it's really really absolutely the embodiment of a home cooked meal (that means it taste good without the MSG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is KL for me is a quite affair. No traffic jams, no idiots on the road, no pesky humans blocking my path, no queuing, etc. I can get to anywhere in KL in 15 minutes for less. Absolute charming of a city to drive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather during CNY here gets pretty hot, with clear skies and blazing hot sun. Compounded by the bright coloured clothes people wear you'll probably fell hotter than it actually is. Oh and we just love to visit our relatives some we see just once a year or 2 if there is a wedding or went someone has reached its expiry date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We normally pick a day and go house hoping. During these visit the children like me (you're not an adult till you're married) would keep ourselves assumed with TV, food and gambling while the adults chatter away. It can get so loudly that I turn the TV volume just a little louder than their and they and the tv would be having a mini competition who can bring the roof down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the celebration is over on 15th day of CNY or Chap Goh Mei. I would be counting this year's collections after the gambling and alcohol. The money generally gets lesser when you get older for some reason and when you get married you start to lose as you start giving. (and during this time probably some girls are trying to get hitch by throwing oranges into the Klang river). Sigh.... as to all good time an end has to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saying with all the joy in the world, like I said before not everybody gets to celebrated 2 new years or more in a year (you have to be Chinese or Malaysian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-110779951672892179?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110779951672892179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110779951672892179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-celebration-time-cmon-its-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-110741677571693725</id><published>2005-02-03T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T15:51:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Spectacles??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old classmate from my primary called up on Monday and decided that we should have a drink together with some old classmates. Here the thing I found strange, he still has my number after 13 years of no contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were 5 of us sitting at Starbucks at Times Square having a conversation amidst the rumbling of renovation going that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the thing, we haven’t met for 13 years, we weren’t in the same clique so I curious; what's there to talk about? During my days in primary school I have to few close friend but lost touch over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we and began cheerfully with the ‘how are-yous’ and ‘long time you see’. It was down hill from there. The conversation deteriorated into the use-to-be-bad-boy-of-class self promotion of his life and the ups and downs as a salesman of anything to do with eyewear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I thinking at least by the end to the night we would at least know what went on after our lives after primary school, reminisce about the good old days. But the truth is I can’t remember much about those days. I have long forgotten and the only memories I have are a few photographs. Except the few good and embarrassing moments, those you can’t really forget even if you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am thinking what the point, we have nothing in common and yet I went. I went hoping we could find that we still had some common other than being in the same class together. Turns out we don’t have then and we still don’t have it now. At the end of the night I wonder how many meaningless friendships and award conversation do I really need. C’mon then let not waste any of our precious time, not even for old times sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some good did come out of it. Now I know who to call to get a discount for my new pair of spectacles when I need one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-110741677571693725?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110741677571693725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110741677571693725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/02/spectacles-old-classmate-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-110562239605359184</id><published>2005-01-13T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:19:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AArrrgh I ruined my brand new Nike shirt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Hoo! My just ruined my new Nike jersey. I was just trying it on and while putting it back on the hanger that that oh so terrible sound when a piece of clothe tears. Shit I felt I ripped my own heart out at that moment. It never even get to see the light of day and this has to happen. Now every time I wear it I’ll always notice that small little irritating tear on my rigth shoulder even though no one else will. Sigh……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way I was goin watch that Hugh Grant movie today cause there was any electricity at my house little did I know that the whole KL blackout. Later in the 8 o’clock news its was reported that the bottom half of the peninsular was experiencing a blackout. Weird…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can imagine the thoughts I have while walking to KLCC. Like gosh I can live without electircity, this is what dooms day will be like, the dread of walking among the lifeless working class and the though that I’ll be stuck in a cubical was unbearable (&lt;em&gt;shrugs&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: girls now should learn how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-110562239605359184?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110562239605359184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110562239605359184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/01/aarrrgh-i-ruined-my-brand-new-nike.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-110550803124257454</id><published>2005-01-12T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T13:33:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Guilty con&lt;u&gt;science&lt;/u&gt; anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some unsound decision in the past but I have never never ever regretted it. So why do some people still try to make me feel guilty about what I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people, if all of you should know are well respected by society. The general population would have been awed by their accomplishments, yet how quick they are to judge people without knowing all the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I made a risky decision but that’s what this field &lt;em&gt;and living&lt;/em&gt; is all about. Just because it didn’t pay off does not give them the right to criticise and condemn my decision as if it was the biggest mistake of my life. To put things in perspective it would have only affected me and only me. I made that decision for me and I don’t expect any of you to understand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact it was one to the best decision I have ever made. I actually would have regretted if I didn’t take that risk.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quit telling me about what should have and shouldn’t have done cause it’s just going to bounce of me like a rubber ball and against a brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self – Arrgh!! missed the opening episode of &lt;a href="http://www.thewb.com/Faces/ArtOfBeing/0,11158,243,00.html"&gt;Charmed&lt;/a&gt;. Alyssa is looking gooood[Drooling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-110550803124257454?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110550803124257454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110550803124257454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/01/guilty-conscience-anyone-i-made-some_12.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-110525264771172709</id><published>2005-01-09T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T14:37:27.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A great day to be alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has pass for all of us. This year I have learned a lot about myself, my limitations and potential but basically my limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year ended in with a lost of many lives due to a natural disaster. I read many messages saying how much we the human race has forgotten, how god is punishing us for whatever our sins. To me there isn’t a ‘spiritual’ or godly explanation for how or why it happened. It just did like everything else. Just the same as the many decision I or we make this everyday, wise and unwise it just happens. We can only lick our wounds and recovered from this and whatever tragedy that befall us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel there is still a glimmer of hope but still being cynical at the same time that the human race has reach stage in their psychological development to say ‘Hey the world is not about me, me and me’. Bravo to the immediate aid, generous donations, (not include those who gave trophies, torn bras etc. oh how thoughtful some people can be) the US 4 bill promised (which I doubt will be either not be fulfilled if not mismanaged). Ironically I can see in the local papers everyday people posing with HUGE mock cheques. We still have a long way to go. I still have a long long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I took a holiday in Florida visiting Disney World. I came back not with not just a bunch of souvenirs but also a different perspective and a clear picture of what I want. Yeah who woulda expect you could get all that from visiting the local hero Mickey mouse. After some soul searching I realised how lucky I am and how many people would like to be in my shoes (well except my love life unless you like being single).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I learnt about the hardships of just being alive and the complexities of our society does not make it easier which got me so down emotionally that I neglected so many things, but that’s another story. So this year after recovering some “bear necessities”, I made a wish upon a star hoping they would all come true. I can’t tell u what I wish for cant I or I’ll jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now people. Happy New Year! (Being Chinese I celebrate it twice a year, more if you’re a Malaysian. That’s how lucky I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-110525264771172709?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110525264771172709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110525264771172709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/01/great-day-to-be-alive-another-year-has.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-110455175681465760</id><published>2005-01-01T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:55:56.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome 2005. Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace on earth, Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: very very very hectic month december was. I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-110455175681465760?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110455175681465760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/110455175681465760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-109896725472930697</id><published>2004-10-28T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T15:10:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Of one of my favourite things.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should be leaving this blog alone but its too tempting.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is the game football becoming!! Is Totti a fairy? For godsake neon yellow spandex underwear? Mutu is a junky so is Ashley Cole, he's playing with junk-food more specifically a PIZZA (with extra chesse- more sticky he threw it at Sir Alex F.). But you gotta hand it to him the got some balls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And why Sir Alex wont sue, maybe cause he's Scottish; you'd probably have to a throw haggis at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-109896725472930697?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109896725472930697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109896725472930697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/10/of-one-of-my-favourite-things.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-109833874019821001</id><published>2004-10-21T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:05:40.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 on 3 basketball tournament&lt;/strong&gt; at SMK Taman Connaught on the &lt;strong&gt;30 oct. 2004.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entery fee: RM 45.oo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Champion&lt;br /&gt;Cash Prize RM 350 per team and including sponsored prizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Runner-up Team&lt;br /&gt;Cash Prize RM250 per team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd Runner-up Team&lt;br /&gt;Cash Prize RM150 per team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Contact: - David Liew                          012-3062570                                &lt;a href="http://by24fd.bay24.hotmail.msn.com/cgi-bin/compose?mailto=1&amp;msg=MSG1098261179.44&amp;amp;start=1441930&amp;len=13430&amp;amp;src=&amp;type=x&amp;amp;to=davidliew1984@hotmail.com&amp;cc=&amp;amp;bcc=&amp;subject=&amp;amp;body=&amp;curmbox=F000000001&amp;amp;a=a3c02d4175986e44e243fed067328646"&gt;davidliew1984@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-109833874019821001?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109833874019821001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109833874019821001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/10/notice-3-on-3-basketball-tournament-at.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-109767451681346160</id><published>2004-10-13T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T07:44:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sigh......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m taking a break see you in december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like i m to busy with my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: i just turned 24, why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/198600217KbQjKk_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/198600217KbQjKk_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b'day cake (it's choc. banana yum) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-109767451681346160?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109767451681346160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109767451681346160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-109539089946532768</id><published>2004-09-17T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T11:14:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Is this what I want to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy i been asking myself this question since the begining of the year.  I still don't have the answer but i have a whole ot other things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to backpack in spain, france and italy then move on the south america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to save the animals especially the tiger and coral reefs in this Malaysia where half the time people thing that cutting down tree won't killed them at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have the childerns programme for sciences cause the one the have know sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read a book without being interupted by a million other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want be be able to express myself better when I write and stop trying to think of the right words all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now i need to get back to work and I feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: 17 -19 of September is &lt;a href="http://www.cleanup.com.au/Main.asp?RequestType=Doc&amp;CatID=55&amp;amp;docID=53"&gt;"clean up the world" weekend&lt;/a&gt;. My uni mates and I are going P.D. tommorrow pick up rubbish. It part of a global effort to keep the world clean and this year's theme is sea and oceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-109539089946532768?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109539089946532768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109539089946532768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/09/is-this-what-i-want-to-do-boy-i-been.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-109348923080413098</id><published>2004-08-26T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T11:00:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Crunch Crunch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I'm begining to feel the heat. I dawning upon me I have done of thing to do on top of that I have problems with my project, meaning more things do to. I'll have to reschedule my work plan. Nooooooo! THis is the best part about doing science research, it ALWAYS obey murphy's law; what can go wrong will go wrong. SO that what I've been getting the whole week unexpected results. I wish my love life was this interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened this week. I went to get my passport done.  While I was collecting it i didnt bother to check my detail as I assumed that the officer had already check it. I went to uni using the LRT and while waiting for my train i decided to look at my brand new passport. Check the spelling of my name, i.c. number and when I looked under sex I was shocked it was stated i was a PEREMPUAN-P. Yes in capital letter, well everything was in capital letter.  Luckly the mistake could be correct that morning itself. Af first i wanted to actually to leave it alone and wonder what would happen if I used it would i able to fool the immigration check point? Hmm I wonder. Could i just say i had a sex change, eer wait i cant prove that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatever so much for finding out what could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: i need i break but i can have one yet. must force body to work. damn wish i taken a year off and join green peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-109348923080413098?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109348923080413098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109348923080413098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/08/crunch-crunch-oh-yeah-im-begining-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-109236457300210986</id><published>2004-08-13T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T10:36:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIS WEEK WAS HELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can mesure how thick a piece of paper is that was how close I was to loosing my temper. I was already in a bad mood because of my work and now a have to "babysit" three 3rd year students. I'll leave out the detail but one thing is for sure they sure are not using their grey matter often enough. Their excuse for what ever they are doing is Dr.  So and so ask them to do so. Great answer for someone that has had 2 1/2 years of UNIVERSITY EDUCATION! THink like a god damn scientist for god's sake, be sceptikal. that's the first and foremost rule of being a scientist. It's simple as using of god given common sense. Question what you are doing only that way you'll understand the purpose why it is done that way and the many other ways of doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i feel much better sigh.... back to the labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-109236457300210986?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109236457300210986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109236457300210986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-week-was-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-109073856546240849</id><published>2004-07-25T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T10:09:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have heard it all before"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t say your name. &lt;br /&gt;It would betray everything I believed in, &lt;br /&gt;I want to say so bad that I scream it to myself silently &lt;br /&gt;You have taken a part of me, &lt;br /&gt;Part of me I didn’t even know could be taken, &lt;br /&gt;What hope that it’ll ever be returned. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you even know it, &lt;br /&gt;You left me here with the misery, the burden &lt;br /&gt;The loneliness, OH! Damn the loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;Trap in a cage, huddled&amp;nbsp;in a corner. &lt;br /&gt;I screamed your name in hatred and anger. &lt;br /&gt;Cursing the day I first heard &lt;br /&gt;That still lingers in my ear ……. &lt;br /&gt;That is your name…..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-109073856546240849?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109073856546240849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109073856546240849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-heard-it-all-before-in-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-109041793918760171</id><published>2004-07-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:52:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Hello"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a visit from you. Quite unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw you with a child. You usher him off. You looked happy,… motherly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was busy..&amp;nbsp; you were busy…. Wish you could stay I bit longer just a minute longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to go. So do you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We didn’t say good bye and you left. I stand to see you go off with and wonder it I’ll see you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll see you in my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll be there if you’ll are there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I say hello?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-109041793918760171?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109041793918760171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/109041793918760171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/07/hello-i-got-visit-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108987827740145146</id><published>2004-07-15T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T15:57:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;just letting off steam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been swearing the whole day,not something that i normally do and doing it with a carefree soul. i dont care whose hearing it, up yours i say. the pass few week have been really hectic and filled with experimental problems so what else is new. the weather disagrees with me nowadays. i cant jog, cant play tennis arrrrg all the pent up anger is making me sick, literally; i have a cold.[**** you] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it already july damn! why is father time is such a hurry where's he rushing off to&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to live life a little slower, smell the roses. Yeah i risk missing the bus home. That seems to be my life always rushing to get something done before my work load pile up. Delays will be expected just like today i couldnt obtain any RNA from my extraction. thinking off it makes me want to swear again. Is there a bigger picture i should be seeing? I dont see any answers to the meaning to life here. its just another day another failure and the "try again next time" neon sign goes blink blink. [**** you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw spider man 2 last saturday its was a good movie. lucky i dont have his problems but i will always wonder what's it like to be him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108987827740145146?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108987827740145146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108987827740145146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-letting-off-steam-i-have-been_15.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108795970444174080</id><published>2004-06-23T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T11:01:44.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"NnnOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as opposed to GOOOOOAaaaLLLLL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cry of agony)&lt;br /&gt;Bloody heelll. Bioata.&lt;br /&gt;italian shit, they fancculo themselves once again by screwing up the first to matches and now they can horse kick themselves across spain back to italy. Hopefully they'll get run over by spainish bulls.. buggered. Yup totti must be damn glad he can now go home and get his hair washed and locks fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news England is through lets see how far they'll go.(background singing) aint he a jolly good fellow, god save the queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108795970444174080?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108795970444174080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108795970444174080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/06/nnnooooooooooooo-as-opposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108746444909012720</id><published>2004-06-17T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T17:29:06.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"killing two birds with 17 ringgit"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask, i'll tell. long story short, caught on the phone will driving with an expired driver's licence. paid 17 bucks has a nice chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bad luck to someone else.. she had to give 304. three zero four, what the 4 doing there shouldn't it be a zero. just to show every little bit counts depends to side are u on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: what have to done. half a year has gone. la la la &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108746444909012720?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108746444909012720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108746444909012720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/06/killing-two-birds-with-17-ringgit-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108692523083354825</id><published>2004-06-11T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T11:40:30.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"this just in"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArrrrRRGggGGG!&lt;br /&gt;THe world has no sympathy for the little people, like me.&lt;br /&gt;Our uni has decided that we do not "deserve" a graduation dinner. Boo hoo, on top of that they increase our graduation fees by 2 and a 1/2 times , more boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to take matters into our own hands. muahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry we are not goin to target people we dont like we are goin to organise our own dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108692523083354825?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108692523083354825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108692523083354825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-just-in-arrrrrrgggggg-world-has.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108598599651581980</id><published>2004-05-31T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T14:46:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blame your pre-frontal lobe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody read TIME magazine lately (issue date 31 may 04). if you have trouble prioritising your work say between watching shrek 2 and rushing a major essay. if you choosed watching sherk 2, like me you have pretty much undevelop pre frontal lobe. this part of the brain apparently matures the latest. it separates the child from the adults not the humans and monkeys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i get my brain scan by a huge electomagnet(its really huge, no metals are found in that room and would not want to wear your metal earing there punk) probably still have more grey matter there than the rest of my brains.SO it not just hormones after all. it's this area where your brains are wired then there's white matter where the rest of your brain cells are. so the older you get the less connection the brain has but the remaining ones are very strong. if you loose them like thro' a stroke you would probably become a vegetable or less servere impairment of recent memory, inattentiveness, inability to concentrate, behavior disorders, difficulty in learning new information. hmm you might also show lack of inhibition (inappropriate social and/or sexual behavior). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is also interesting that this region of the brain is related to happiness. Happy here means contentment like a person meditation for the one watching porn. Science still amazes me, at the moment it gives me excuses why i am acting the way i am so Its not REALLY my fault isit? visit &lt;a href="http://www.discoverychannelasia.com/primalinstincts/"&gt;discovery channe asia&lt;/a&gt; for more info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108598599651581980?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108598599651581980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108598599651581980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/05/blame-your-pre-frontal-lobe.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108563100346989461</id><published>2004-05-27T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T12:10:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blah bla bah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh, a word like "blah" can have a few varieties.. or i m just mispelling the word. if any of you have been read the "mumbling" i wrote you would notice something about the grammar and the spelling - i dont check them it's done on purpose. i am a lazy person period and getting lazier. I still procracinating one of my 3000 word essay,it entering its second month. OH someone please give me a deadline! i am wasting precious time here typing rubbish but it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite free this week nothing major to do. Life is becoming routine again. work in the lab from 9 to 10, sit in front of the pc from 10 - 12, have lunch untill 1, work in the lab go home at 5 or check mail in the PC lab. reach home eat watch tv,read a few pages sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait i'll have to continue this later it lunch time. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108563100346989461?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108563100346989461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108563100346989461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/05/blah-bla-bah-cool-eh-word-like-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108504193145410735</id><published>2004-05-20T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T16:32:11.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;jeezz i forgot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha joke on me I forgot I had a blog. can u imagine that. &lt;br /&gt;"so that why there hasn't been an entry for soooo long.", "oh whateveer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there nothing much to enter, whatever I wanted to say has already slipped my mind and I couldn't be bother to remember what it was about unfortunately my recall is shity and vague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately I have been thinking about what to do with my life. at the moment it goin nowhere. my life so far has been punctuated so many times that I have to start a fresh. it always different with no continuity apparent anywhere. I hate it - the uncertainty- and like it and the same time but most of the time I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people I know are somewhere in their life already, u know settling in a job, relationship ... that kinda stuff. me I m still hangin here, not really goin anywhere still thinking about other stuff like backpacking after I finish my 4th year at uni. I m goin to be 24 i'll probably get my 1st full time job when I m 26. that taking a holiday when I m 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok see ya people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108504193145410735?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108504193145410735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108504193145410735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/05/jeezz-i-forgot-ha-ha-joke-on-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108149772379926660</id><published>2004-04-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T16:07:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;can i hav a new brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez how many things can a person forget. let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: left my lab key at home so hav to bug the lab tech to lend me the spare or else i cant do my work, all my pipette are in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: left my key at the lab and forgot the lock my drawers, could result in a thef of the expensive pipettes, trust me it will cost me my one years allowance to repay them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: forgot there was a meeting, yeah daryan remidnded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrusday: confused i m indeed. Mixed up two event can blame me i wrote in down so i was stuck in my head. damn forgot to collect lecuture, and he went back to australia damn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: TGIF. jeez what i dumb week. oh damn forgot it was my friends (yup its more than one friend) birthday on the 3rd,31st last month and 3rd april. 3 at one go what a record. its been a trend i tend to remember thier birthdays like after they passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i wonedering could it be the organiser i hav. i think i remember more things when i dont keep one.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108149772379926660?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108149772379926660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108149772379926660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/04/can-i-hav-new-brain-jeez-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108080624193753646</id><published>2004-04-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:09:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its been awfully quiet..... too quiet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you went you have too much spare time in your hands especially on a april fools day. if you think about it there are plenty of naughty things one can be in a lab that like screwing up someones elses experiment but i'm not a bad person. anyway that could also result in mine being screwed as well which was what just happened. Just last year i was busy rushing assignments and projects that i worked tirelessly during my last sesmeter and even after my semester was over. however i find i have choosen a project that has just a bit too much waiting time. i wait for my thing to be sterilised, wait for the bacteria, wait for them to die so i wait wait wait and wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this leaves me i a "what the hell i m goin to do now" state cause i am use to having no idle time, now when i have them i feel quite lost and even distress. i thought of reading a book but i could never concentrate long enough cause i keep starering at the clock to see if the time is up. lepaking is at the nearest mall is just pointless, go, come back and my time's up (hmm good excersice). so for the pass month i've been sitting in the lab underground staring at the same old faces of my fellow course mates; theres only 3 of us. i have made a bet with them i will go insane by the end of the semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, my goth name is lucid nightmere, i dont get it but sound kinda cool :).   &lt;br /&gt;hey you people sould try this. click on &lt;a href="http://www.necroticobsession.com/gothname.html"&gt;Goth name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108080624193753646?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108080624193753646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108080624193753646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-been-awfully-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108072451901464128</id><published>2004-03-31T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:18:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a favour, please say a prayer for me that everthing will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108072451901464128?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108072451901464128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108072451901464128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-need-favour-please-say-prayer-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-108046142989077316</id><published>2004-03-28T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T16:16:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup I just as I guess it, I knew it would happen. I foresee it even before it started. (focus focus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where to go from here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an update. My experiments ended in failure when other previously have succeeded. It's simple preparation work yet its giving me a headed. who would thought I would have trouble with sometime that is not even catagorised as living and its sole purpose in life (if it even has one) is to replicate. BUT ITS NOT. Venting my fustrations on this page is not going to help so on to a happier note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr errr. there jeez happy times are hard to come by arent they? come on happy thought happy thought..... arrr went to see a movie but not the one I wanted to see but was still okay. found the popcorn too sweet for my liking (damn my so negative). had ramli burgers 3 days in a row well they were very tempting. oh I cant help it if its right on the path to the bus stop huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great I have no idea where this is goin. to be honest I have something to say but I m wondering should I put it down on this page. I just realise would I ever be the same again well I feel the same but I little empty inside right now. hollow feeling. yet its not depressing I cant quite describe it. Sometimes even glad, weird huh. maybe next time i'll have the gut to put it into words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thoughts happy thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-108046142989077316?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108046142989077316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/108046142989077316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/03/yup-i-just-as-i-guess-it-i-knew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107960126511802975</id><published>2004-03-18T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T17:17:44.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;dude where my car?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrggg, its one of those days again. i am waiting and walking to the freezer twice to retrieve items one at a time when I could have gotten them all at once. I label my container yet I put the wrong stuff into them. bloody hell I fell like a f****ing zombie today. I must learn to focus. arrrg yet I don't know how to stop myself from making mistakes. it's a bloody waste of time. cost me half a day repeat some of my work sometimes 2 days. bah what I m babbling about I wont even think coherently at the moment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see what is the results tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- to my dear 1st year lab students. STOP calling me SIR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107960126511802975?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107960126511802975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107960126511802975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/03/dude-where-my-car-arrggg-its-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107917918877946338</id><published>2004-03-13T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:06:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My bad habit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i have a confession to make i m a procrastinator aka a very very lazy person. Dude i have been like that ever since i can ever remember. I remember doin my homework at the very last minute and never finishing them so the next day i wait in anticipation of the rotan. Oh yeah this was primary school. i was very happy that this did not happen during secondary school. yup i get to get away with not doin homework. no rotan woo hoo! The worst that could happen was "lee mana you punya kerja rumah" sometimes they (the teachers) don't even bother. However my grades where okay due to tuition centers and pass year papers (thank god our edu. system was so predictable), no pun intended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i only started to break this habit when i was in pre-u that because now my mom and i was in the same school! no. We are not studying together. The result where pretty satisfying for the first time in my god damn life i like studying. i thought i would be doin a business course or something not sciences anymore. After some persuading from my mom i took up science again and enjoying it. Yes even i though i was weird. very. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This habit is beginning to pinch me hard now. First i have no dead line for my work just a time frame. hah they are actually time me an excuse to u know what. So now day a drag myself out of bed everyday just to do something, plan, type proposals etc. Somehow i cant break the habit yet i still delay my work by at least a few hours from as planned time. i ask myself why do i give myself such suffering. The last time i delay i work i nearly cost me a grade (also partly my  PCs fault, hey i cant take all the blame). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i continue doin this this year the results will be disastrous. [details later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107917918877946338?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107917918877946338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107917918877946338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-bad-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107882906574736336</id><published>2004-03-09T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T18:47:32.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great i bloging again doesn't feel as great as when a first started for some reason. Maybe its cause how my holidays are over and i have to focus on my studies again..... Jeez. Well i sorta got what i wanted but not happy just greateful yes greateful, though some people were happy for me (i thank them very much). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just i have to put my travel plans on hold &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN &lt;/strong&gt;bah! Some how i'm not sure what to think. Before this i was so sure i didn't want this and then flip 180,  arrggh! please tell me i m not female.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hMMMmM again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quits my part time job last sunday felt kinda reluctant, i was a nice place to hang around - nice people...free foood... ice cream.....mmmm. As a goin away present i've got egg in my hair and coffee around my face. I think thats my last free meal.. haha. Well truly enjoy working there and i've got some scars to remind me of it. Cheers to all to them. Good luck to my replacement and hope of new boss in kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self - to blog or not to blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107882906574736336?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107882906574736336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107882906574736336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/03/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107772421116893136</id><published>2004-02-25T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:52:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hopeless!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how I feeling at the moment. I'm waiting for an offer that I first thought I didn't want. Now a want it quite badly. Why. Apparently one of my friends got the offer call and I didn't guess I'll have to called them up to confirm. Jeezz I have to start thinking about plan be. sigh........... wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107772421116893136?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107772421116893136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107772421116893136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/02/hopeless-thats-how-i-feeling-at-moment_25.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107772413945482326</id><published>2004-02-25T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:51:48.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hopeless!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how i feeling at the moment. I'm waiting for an offer that i first thought i didnt want. Now a want it quite badly. why. apparently one of my friends got the offer call and i didnt guess i'll hav to called them up to confrim. Jeezz i have to start thinking about plan be. sigh........... wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107772413945482326?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107772413945482326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107772413945482326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/02/hopeless-thats-how-i-feeling-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107746577595553635</id><published>2004-02-22T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T23:58:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Itchy legs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;arrrg worked for 12 hours straight...... again and only getting 48 bucks. wondering isit worth it..&lt;br /&gt;read one of my friends blog and reminded me how much i want to go rock climbing...really love the sport but pricey. Sigh things I do sometimes. The last time I went 2 week ago, if only I can get a day of; working in the f&amp;b business as a PT is crazy.  I guess I m "cook"koo that I took this job.... hey I climb walls wat do u expect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- i hav been trying to add some of my friends blogs but met with failure. blogger pls do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107746577595553635?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107746577595553635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107746577595553635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/02/itchy-legs-arrrg-worked-for-12-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107737883833374819</id><published>2004-02-21T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:56:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Review of the week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tue: black out at sungei wang parkson and where I work when i arrived at 7 for my second shift yoo hoo! One hours of bumming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed to thurs: days just fly by cant remembers much accept eat work eat sleep and working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri: cousin fr Aus. dropped by wanted to go watch a movie at Pyramid but ended up at the "Charmed braclet" concert. -wink wink- if my friends found this out they might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107737883833374819?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107737883833374819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107737883833374819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/02/review-of-week-tue-black-out-at-sungei.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107703215829227949</id><published>2004-02-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T23:39:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Am I nuts ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for 12 hours today for what. i stand in the kitchen waiting for dishes to arrive. bah! But hey it was easy money. Been doing this for a week already i wonder how long can i take this kind of routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107703215829227949?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107703215829227949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107703215829227949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/02/am-i-nuts-worked-for-12-hours-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487485.post-107694628853728322</id><published>2004-02-16T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:00:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm first entry (thinking of making a big impact) forget bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Hello World! My blog is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487485-107694628853728322?l=junglemumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107694628853728322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487485/posts/default/107694628853728322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junglemumble.blogspot.com/2004/02/hmmmm-first-entry-thinking-of-making.html' title=''/><author><name>lee teck liet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/1358/320/kl-klcc%20night.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
