<?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-6682457608070934925</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:12:02.715+08:00</updated><category term='funny'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='complain'/><category term='hamsters'/><category term='melancholy'/><category term='gift'/><category term='tension'/><category term='cookie'/><category term='hair'/><category term='self care'/><category term='gatsby fair'/><category term='home'/><category term='Food. ice cream'/><category term='travel'/><category term='stranger than fiction'/><category term='Gingerbread'/><category term='baking'/><category term='study'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='shop'/><category term='Caprice'/><category term='Jusco'/><category term='cars'/><category term='acers'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='vanity'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='flip phone'/><category term='pavillion'/><category term='KL'/><category term='Kedai Makan William'/><category term='android rant'/><category term='cats'/><category term='alone'/><category term='memory'/><category term='experiment'/><category term='game'/><category term='Myvi'/><category term='diet'/><category term='movie'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='Post Grad Humour'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='nuffnang'/><category term='drinks'/><category term='confession'/><category term='sick'/><category term='The Mines'/><category term='animals'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='babies'/><category term='jalan jalan'/><category term='Evil'/><category term='picture perfect'/><category term='new haircut'/><category term='note to self'/><category term='chick flick'/><category term='RAGE'/><category term='fried rice'/><category term='nokia'/><category term='self potrait'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='internet'/><category term='rumah'/><category term='chores'/><category term='toiletries'/><category term='friends'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='unique'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='tech'/><category term='contact lenses'/><category term='Screen Capture'/><category term='golf'/><category term='euphoric'/><category term='Vivi'/><category term='gym'/><category term='borfed'/><category term='music'/><category term='insanity streak'/><category term='Twilight Saga'/><category term='nostalgic'/><category term='samsung'/><category term='fight'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='balb/c mice'/><category term='shorties'/><category term='mercedes'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='UPM'/><category term='malay'/><category term='food'/><category term='skin'/><category term='Bandung'/><category term='lab'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='funny. vids'/><category term='health'/><category term='cards'/><category term='pembaziran'/><category term='transportation'/><title type='text'>Budleee Rants and Raves</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just recollection of the moments I face in life, you may think you know me when you are reading this, but this blog is only a fragment of the many personalities that can manifest in me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>878</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1199304459643505899</id><published>2012-01-30T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:38:23.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly too much</title><content type='html'>Suddenly to much complains happen in one night all related to one person. Like seriously its not even funny. Please, oh just please stay the fucking away from me. I am no longer the person you presume that have a lot of free time that can do your bidding at any time you deemed perfect. I rarely gotten you a gift, but the time I actually gotten you a gift you decided to be a complete bitch, but you were always one. I always say it under my breath because in the end it will be my fault. I can&amp;#39;t wait for someone else to be responsible for you. Just stay the hell away. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1199304459643505899?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1199304459643505899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1199304459643505899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1199304459643505899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1199304459643505899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/suddenly-too-much.html' title='Suddenly too much'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2165878363150624811</id><published>2012-01-25T07:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:56:16.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Dream</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a dream that was so vivid that you swore it was real. As real as Narnia?  Well, probably but without the lions and the witches.  It can does interesting things to you such as adding hunger, causing restlessness or in my case tiredness. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It does not help my mood either. It also does not help that I plan to go all week without rice during lunch. No rice at lunch and already I feel pressured. No one is really forcing me, its just that I would like to see things on the &amp;quot;no rice side&amp;quot;. One bonus of it, is my hand does not get too dirty while eating lunch now. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2165878363150624811?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2165878363150624811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2165878363150624811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2165878363150624811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2165878363150624811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-dream.html' title='Just a Dream'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6148631777379453200</id><published>2012-01-20T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:10:53.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am insanely annoyed and the same time happy with the outcome of my masters and job applications. However my parent's have the ability to congratulate me and at the same time annoy me with questions that requires me to do some research before I can answer it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, they keep pestering me pursuing my PhD. Sorry I had 4 years of brain damage from doing it. Its going to be a long time before I actually think about doing it. When they talk about work, it gets even more insane. Why does Petrosains pays so little, its an oil gas company (its not an oil gas company, its a science centre about oil and gas), why don't you get paid double on Sunday's ? (Its not a salary, its an honorium for doing volunteer work). Why don't you ask for a bigger pay? (For a job that only requires a degree and that I am considered as fresh graduate, the pay that was offered to me is considered the standard). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They choose to not listen to this. Sometimes they ask me on things I have no experience on such as, other jobs and position in Petrosains or they salary ladder (wtf, I don't know, can you wait till at least I actually work in one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah!! Avoidance is something I must do till the end of this month. No fucking way I am going to any fucking family outing. I would rather be working thanks. &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6148631777379453200?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6148631777379453200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6148631777379453200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6148631777379453200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6148631777379453200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/fw-annoyed.html' title='Fw: Annoyed'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8628087018270234070</id><published>2012-01-18T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:34:53.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Reasons</title><content type='html'>I actually don't have a good reason to not blog anymore. Since Blackberry has returned into my life, in a more durable case, plus the inclusion of Celcom's improved Blackberry Prepaid, I should blog like a long Facebook status message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real thing that makes me sad, is the end of the ETS six car coach service to Kajang or at least I think it has ended. So far, since last week, I have never been able to catch one. Its soo sad, since its the most comfortable coach ever, and I think myself and few hundreds passengers were spoilt with what Komuter could be, instead of the current reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. might as well be prepared to be mushed for 30 minutes everyday till the new 6 car coach arrives, or at least wake up earlier to catch the KTM from Singapore to stop at Kajang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8628087018270234070?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8628087018270234070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8628087018270234070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8628087018270234070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8628087018270234070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-reasons.html' title='Good Reasons'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3230838093728512149</id><published>2012-01-10T07:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:03:43.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Of lotion and balms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nmwZoi6VGbg/TwtyTEogx1I/AAAAAAAAFqA/9bley7vcOx8/s0/1326128885520.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nmwZoi6VGbg/TwtyTEogx1I/AAAAAAAAFqA/9bley7vcOx8/s400/1326128885520.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a couple bottle of lotions and some tube of lil balms just laying around in my room. I just never seem to remember when to use it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;All of these bottles are just waiting to be thrown away. When I do remember, I get all greased up as f I am about to jump into a frying pan. Then afterwards I regret it when I sweat and all of the lotion comes out after it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;It happens so frequently that I stop using it. Then the cycle repeat itself again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3230838093728512149?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3230838093728512149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3230838093728512149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3230838093728512149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3230838093728512149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-lotion-and-balms.html' title='Of lotion and balms'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nmwZoi6VGbg/TwtyTEogx1I/AAAAAAAAFqA/9bley7vcOx8/s72-c/1326128885520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-758375005864939423</id><published>2012-01-09T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:46:50.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hI got so many plans for money that I haven't even received. Its good to have a plan, but if you have to keep thinking about you will end up with nothing. At least that is what would happen with me behind the thinking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometime you just got to take that leap of faith and hope for the best.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-758375005864939423?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/758375005864939423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=758375005864939423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/758375005864939423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/758375005864939423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8242780659534258573</id><published>2012-01-07T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:26:01.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>A skinfull</title><content type='html'>My mind is preoccupied with skin. Not just my own, but other people's skin as well. I mean I have enough problems with oily skin and blackheads, flaky skin on my chin and eye lids, pigmentation on the right side of my face, pigmentation on my knuckles, knees and elbows, keratotis pilaris on my arms and back, and rough thicken foot soles. Still my mind obsess on their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to give out advice, but usually its a hit and miss. Skin is so hard to predict. What works for me will not work for you, what is claimed to be great, can just be lack luster on mine. One must not forget, that one must be extra diligent when dealing with problematic skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who says just splashing water on their face is the only thing they do, &lt;a href="http://www.skintypesolutions.com/home" target="_blank"&gt;Dr Leslie Baumann&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;says you probably have resistant skin that is perfect and seem to be able to resist any harm to it. Damn you...&lt;br /&gt;It just hits my button when some holier than thou claims that wuduk is the best way to treat problematic skin. I am sorry, but god does not want a lazy ass bum, you have to actually do something to treat it and he might grant you your prayers. Enough of my ramblings, these are what the 3 problems that people have that I can related to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problems:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A is looking for a sunblock that does not add to the oiliness or extra acne, but must be able to protect him from both UVA and UVB rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B is looking for something to treat her pigmentation. Typical for someone after menopause or reaching 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person C is now looking for a different cleanser that does not contain triclosan since FDA rulling on the status of triclosan only will be shown winter of 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this problems obsess me, because I do have all of the problems in the above. The right and gentle sunblock that does not sting nor gives me acne, a way to treat pigmentation on the side of my face and maybe a cleanser, although I still like my triclosan cleanser very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solutions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my solutions based on what I read and understand although I only choose&amp;nbsp;few references to support my claims and everyone who does research knows that this is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Person A, I would recommend him Neutrogena Dry Touch Sunblock because it claims to not add excess oil to a person with oily skin, Banana Boat Ultra FACES because it was claim to be made for the facial area and that it also does add more oil to the skin and Ocean Potion Clear Zinc Oxide, because physical sunblock such as Zinc Oxide is better for acne prone skin because it does not irritate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Person B, I would recommend BHA along with topical retinoid and a pigmentation cream. My choice would be Paula's Choice 1% BHA lotion, Retin-A 0.05% and a hydroquinone cream. If hydroquinone is not your thing then try&amp;nbsp;Dermatoligica Extreme C pigmentation cream or Olay White Radiance Spot Corrector, White Essence or Serum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Person C, since she already uses Paula's Choice Clear cleanser, she should perhaps switch to Skin Balancing Cleanser, since its also light and foamy but without the triclosan that she is worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, its just my prescription to them, but I want to take my advice before I give them this. The knowledge on skin care is a diverse as the research I did on toxoplasmosis. It gives me a headache and keeps me up all night. Not good at all for the skin. Oh well, I can only give them my point of view for the to considered it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8242780659534258573?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8242780659534258573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8242780659534258573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8242780659534258573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8242780659534258573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/skinfull.html' title='A skinfull'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8977709921285440925</id><published>2012-01-06T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:30:56.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Too forward?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I tried to sleep before 12 but all the attempt.has failed misserably. It it seems that I managed to do something by 12. I seem to always have something to do. what happened as I will fall asleep during work or I would yawn a lot. I have to learn to stop all activity by 10pm or it will drag on to midnight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8977709921285440925?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8977709921285440925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8977709921285440925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8977709921285440925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8977709921285440925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-forward.html' title='Too forward?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2107648913815242398</id><published>2012-01-05T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:00:00.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Take the Komuter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZQseOlvMEw/TwHYozTsr-I/AAAAAAAAFp4/tJGJeTR6-qw/s1600/2011-12-28+07.57.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZQseOlvMEw/TwHYozTsr-I/AAAAAAAAFp4/tJGJeTR6-qw/s320/2011-12-28+07.57.49.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are lucky, or that you are well planned when travelling via Komuter from Kajang to KL Sentral, you can hitch a ride on these KTM trains from Singapore. One of the stops these train took is the Kajang Komuter/KTM Station. Since most of the people have gotten off the stops prior to this stations, most of the seats are now free and KTM encourages people who go directly to KL Sentral to take this train so that they won't have to overcrowd the regular Komuter trains. Its quite nice actually, you can either enjoy the view, since they take slightly different route from regular Komuter trains or you can just catch up on sleep since the ride takes about 30 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2107648913815242398?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2107648913815242398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2107648913815242398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2107648913815242398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2107648913815242398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-komuter.html' title='Take the Komuter'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZQseOlvMEw/TwHYozTsr-I/AAAAAAAAFp4/tJGJeTR6-qw/s72-c/2011-12-28+07.57.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3285669551449435577</id><published>2012-01-04T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:15:01.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgic'/><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYjsxZemCPo/TwHXElFSXLI/AAAAAAAAFps/23f8cjCJtmk/s1600/2012-01-02+11.51.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYjsxZemCPo/TwHXElFSXLI/AAAAAAAAFps/23f8cjCJtmk/s320/2012-01-02+11.51.49.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what this is, its probably because you never rode a bike or motorcycle. This is a hose we use to fill up our tires or to power the power "drill"? used to open up the nuts and bolts of the tires or bicycles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are actually a service given to the public by most workshop that I been with, that anyone can freely use this pump to fill up the air in their tires. I guess back then, petrol stations are to far to go to and hand pumps are such a drag, so this is the best thing to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a hard, freshly pumped tires, that allows you to go faster on your bike. Just one of those small wonderful things in life that we take for granted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3285669551449435577?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3285669551449435577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3285669551449435577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3285669551449435577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3285669551449435577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYjsxZemCPo/TwHXElFSXLI/AAAAAAAAFps/23f8cjCJtmk/s72-c/2012-01-02+11.51.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7070973610424557996</id><published>2012-01-03T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:10:37.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Biskut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7HS2QZud_Q/TwHUpQ6LBgI/AAAAAAAAFpg/AEZsiBFgbmg/s1600/biskut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7HS2QZud_Q/TwHUpQ6LBgI/AAAAAAAAFpg/AEZsiBFgbmg/s320/biskut.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forget Famous Amos, throw away those Macaroons, and drop those cupcakes. These my friends are the real deal in sweet flour, sugar and butter snacks from the past, that still soldier on till today. These are just one of Kajang small town charm, which are jars and tins of biscuit in all kinds of flavour. One particular store also sells seeds, chips, and pet food. A snack for every species on earth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think many people especially those born in the 90s or those that live in the city will never see these jars and tins of biscuits. Instead you are served with square plastic containers, or even more mundane, pre packaged plastic wrap bags. All the charm is lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The old Chinese couple (usually any old couple) will sell these biscuits and it adds a certain charm to it, which really means I feel like a kid again. Then again, I don't think I grown up at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7070973610424557996?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7070973610424557996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7070973610424557996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7070973610424557996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7070973610424557996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/biskut.html' title='Biskut'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7HS2QZud_Q/TwHUpQ6LBgI/AAAAAAAAFpg/AEZsiBFgbmg/s72-c/biskut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-396203951345118773</id><published>2012-01-02T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T02:06:01.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Mood?</title><content type='html'>I actually wish for something to surgically implanted in me so that I can communicate with electronics. Of all the electronicish thing I would do, the best would be a blog. So many random thoughts through out the day that I wish I had written down. It would a trip down memory lane if I could just flip back and re read all of those things that I have thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should be more diligent in updating my blog via mobile. Well.. to be fair, I don't have regular mobile Internet connection yet. I still don't have room in my budget for that. If my Blackberry were still alive, I could just get those RM25 packages and update at whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if its just a few sentences. Might as well make a twitter account ya!!. However, unless I wrote down all of the interesting things in life that happen, in a interesting readable way, with pictures included, perhaps it would be a better read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a still a personal blog, filled with personal rants that I keep open. Could it be the doom of my career? Then I shall write it with a code maybe to prevent any future problems.&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/6682457608070934925-396203951345118773?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/396203951345118773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=396203951345118773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/396203951345118773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/396203951345118773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2012/01/mood.html' title='Mood?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2719032414338352955</id><published>2011-12-27T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:55:42.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romanticized</title><content type='html'>Romanticized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of something in a romantic why, usually in a way that is ideal, but not realistic. For example, a person might imagine a fairy tale every after, usually romanticized by books and movies, but usually life gives you hits and misses along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good example is how I viewed public transportation that I take to KL every working day. I romanticized it as just sitting down while watching the scenery go by or just sleeping my way to work. In reality, with careful planning I can actually achieved such thing, taking a nap while going to work or standing comfortably without being shoved or holding into some slimy at the pole..WTF!!!! (it happened to day, I wished I had some sanitizers with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy lunch in the morning at the Kakak who sells nasi lemak and such, in front of the KTM gate. I think of her as a single women, with such hardship just trying to make a living, or perhaps a middle upper class housewife who led a comfortable life but suddenly life has decided to give her lemons&amp;nbsp; and gave her family a tragedy.&amp;nbsp;So she tries&amp;nbsp;to make ends meet buy having a small business till her husband is back on track. Who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a little story I keep in my head whenever I go to work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2719032414338352955?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2719032414338352955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2719032414338352955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2719032414338352955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2719032414338352955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/12/romanticized.html' title='Romanticized'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5956495879793527719</id><published>2011-12-18T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:59:49.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>28 Year's Old</title><content type='html'>I don't feel my age, but does anyone actually do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel 28, even when I go back to my grandmothers house and meet with my younger aunts and uncles whom gotten married, I still treat them as someone older even though they are much younger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it help that most of my colleagues... wait.. ALL of my colleagues at Petrosains are much-much younger than I am. What a contrast to all the much-much older friends I currently have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being pulled in two radically different directions. One that is just starting their adult life and the other who are living the path they have chosen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel 28? What exactly a 28 years old should feel like? (Married, children, car, travelling etc). Maybe my 28 is further down the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-5956495879793527719?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5956495879793527719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5956495879793527719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5956495879793527719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5956495879793527719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/12/28-years-old.html' title='28 Year&apos;s Old'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-9044573211067082139</id><published>2011-12-17T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:07:52.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Dlm lrt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Blog dlm ktm leh ker. Adkh sprti blog dlm bhs mlyu atau dlm bhs sms. smua pun blh. tpi rsnyer byk.jer citer leh msuk blog. al maklum lh. keje bidg yg brdpn org rmai pasti byk citer mnrik.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-9044573211067082139?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/9044573211067082139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=9044573211067082139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/9044573211067082139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/9044573211067082139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/12/dlm-lrt.html' title='Dlm lrt?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-840850381106854701</id><published>2011-12-02T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:39:01.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duromine</title><content type='html'>Duromine, its an appetite suppressant that is approved to be used in various countries including Malaysia, if I am not mistaken a months supply of it could cost you RM200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about Duromine? Do I want to loose weight? Yes, that would be nice since the slim fitting slacks that is actually in my size, felt a bit to fitting for me. It would be nice to actually be comfortable in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually now, what I really want from the drug is the appetite suppressant so that I would be starving like crazy at 6.00pm nor will I start to fall asleep at 5.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't drive home anymore since I volunteer at Petrosains. I will automatically fall asleep on the way home, even if I am the one driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its time to add an hour or two to my current bed time.&amp;nbsp;(I guess 6 hours is not enough)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-840850381106854701?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/840850381106854701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=840850381106854701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/840850381106854701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/840850381106854701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/12/duromine.html' title='Duromine'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5900633356885419865</id><published>2011-12-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:00:06.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tension'/><title type='text'>A Dramatic Exit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hmm this is an old post, i dont even remember writing this shit. I forgot to publish it. LOL.. so read it if you like my rants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what does everybody else do when they want to go out of the house in a car. I mean its supposed to be just getting car keys and saying goodbye to someone important or authoritative right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the need to go out, there are certain steps that I need to follow for a successful exit from the house in a getaway car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I need to check the vehicles. I need to know which car is available for me to use. My car, the old Mercedes is parked inside with up to 3 cars blocking it. So I need to ask around whether the owners of the 3 respective vehicles, whether I could use their cars instead of having to drive all 3 cars out just to get my car. If the owners are not available I need to call or sms them. After that, I need to find whether the keys are indeed in the key drawers before I am able to drive their cars. Secondly I have to check whether the particular vehicle has sufficient fuel, road tax and air pressure. Then I have to check whether their are clothes on the gate during the day or check whether the trash door is blocking the gate or not. Also not forgetting, if I am driving the left hand Mercedes, whether there is sufficient cash in the TnG card and whether the Smartag is working or if there is extra Smartag in the car. Also I need to check the backseat or boot whether there are stuff any other household members have left in the vehicle. After I have checked everything, then I am able to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However other problems can occur such as a sudden call back from home ranging from buying them something or to rearrange the cars so that they could go in. Also if I am driving the Mercedes there is a chance when something might go wrong, so I need to be prepared for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any problem, I usually deal it myself, since no one in the house knows what to do, or what happened to it. If I do demand for them to do something, all I get is blank stares or start a pointless argument with something such as "Is it really that important to go out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the easiest way to go out is actually by riding my motorcycle. Worst comes to worst is that I might get a flat tire or someone locked the rear gate, both problems is easily dealt by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dramatic exit? Of course, these are the stuff reality TV are made off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6682457608070934925-5900633356885419865?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5900633356885419865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5900633356885419865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5900633356885419865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5900633356885419865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/dramatic-exit.html' title='A Dramatic Exit'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1992567399792991841</id><published>2011-11-30T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:36:40.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tension'/><title type='text'>Listen... to the song in my heart..</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the title is the first lyric in a song called Listen, by Beyonce. I think her version is scratchy but I love the American X Factor contestant that sang it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we all love to talk. I love to talk, its like the thing I do best. I like to share information and tell my experiences to people. Its the best thing in the world to have someone who appreciates what you tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening is a good thing to do. Heck, if there were no listeners, how would talkers exist? Might as well go live in cave or talk to a wall and hear your echo coming back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My volunteer work at Petrosains, has honed my talking skills to the max. I know what to say, how to say it and when to say it. They even thought me a talking skill that everyone should do, which is asking questions. No point for us rambling on and on if they don't understand what we are talking about. So we asked them a series of question to test out their knowledge, their mood, their background or if they really want to listen to you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love it, I think it makes me a better person in general, however one drawback to it, is that I do get more emotional with people when they don't follow the same rules too. The rules that I mean, are the rules of listening. To be a great talker, you need to be have a great listening skills. These are the simple rules of listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen. DUH!!! but actually its something that people don't do that often or even well enough. When someone wants to talk to you about something or share something to you, you need to LISTEN. That means to LISTEN, not talk back, not talk over, don't even talk at all. Its called listening, so LISTEN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ASK, yes ask questions, but ask the right question. Do not in ANY circumstances, asked them why did they do it in the first place for example "why did you forget?, why didn't you tell them? why didn't you check in the first place, why why why why". Basically WHY is the WRONG question. Instead ask HOW. "How did you forget? How did they not know? How did you know that it was not there in the first place, how how how" WHY questions is intimidating, because it requires the person to give valid reasons of the path they chose and makes them feel threatened. HOW questions invites them to share on the ways that they made to choose the decisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Its pretty simple, yet these simple rules are the one people don't follow and it drives me crazy and blistering mad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably argue with them, and they would say its my fault because of my character flaws and that I don't listen to them and then I argue, that they don't listen to me, then we argue some more,, then I pick up bat/rod/knife/shotgun/cannon/laser beams and then.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I rather not be on the pages on Harian Metro. So instead a cold war begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiences facilitating at Petrosains has thought me, that when dealing with tough customers, just ignore them and let them be on their merry ways. The key point here is to let them leave my Science Show table aka Hotspot, happy regardless whether they got it right or they got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what I do to those self righteous people, ignorant, stubborn, moody, or plain bastards that come in my path. Just let them be right and agree to them They will be happy in the end and you might make a new friend or keep maitaining the old one. I know, because I belong in that nasty group, after all, it takes one to know one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I let you be right, does not mean you are right or that I agree with you. I just rather do something else, like yawn or scratch my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that is what happens, and will probably continue to happen. WHY? opps I mean HOW?? because that is human nature to do so, and because not everyone trains in Petrosains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This could be a great piece for my job interviews....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1992567399792991841?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1992567399792991841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1992567399792991841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1992567399792991841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1992567399792991841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/11/listen-to-song-in-my-heart.html' title='Listen... to the song in my heart..'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8489368123144413395</id><published>2011-11-17T06:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T06:58:35.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Over the threshold</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Whenever I get stressed I will become this really mean and irritating person. Actually just mention the word thesis already I want to smack you in the face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I got over it already. Did I managed to control? Nope the stress level went overy.threshold and as a result I become mellow and now have trouble sleeping. I sleep too much or sleep very little. Only for a few more days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8489368123144413395?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8489368123144413395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8489368123144413395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8489368123144413395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8489368123144413395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/11/whenever-i-get-stressed-i-will-become.html' title='Over the threshold'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3723796610777222924</id><published>2011-11-16T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T01:08:35.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Nothing</title><content type='html'>A few times, well that's total bullshit, well&amp;nbsp;countless of times I have been misunderstood. Oooh such #firstworldproblems, but yeah it does happen. The thing I hate about it, is that it pisses me off even more because usually when it does happen it happens when I am venting out steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the cardinal rule to just agree with whatever anyone is saying when they are venting out steam towards you. Just nod, smile compassionately, make eye contact and say "How did you feel about it?". Seriously its so simple, but them you know, most of us, including myself are self righteous sometimes and we want to correct them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just say nothing. In fact, that is what I will be doing from now on, especially when it comes to my thesis. Say nothing at all about it, because it just pisses me off and puts me a in a bad mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3723796610777222924?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3723796610777222924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3723796610777222924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3723796610777222924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3723796610777222924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/11/say-nothing.html' title='Say Nothing'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7236652234195001786</id><published>2011-11-04T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:03:54.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Similairity of a Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDyPw0QOTxI/TrK6LMGqoQI/AAAAAAAAFjI/gduWWw97tGQ/s1600/2011-11-03+23.41.35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDyPw0QOTxI/TrK6LMGqoQI/AAAAAAAAFjI/gduWWw97tGQ/s320/2011-11-03+23.41.35.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I become just like my dad. The easiest trait, drinking coffee before sleep. It actually helps me stay up and asleep during stressful time. Work related stress? Actually work or volunteering as most people would say, is not stressful at all. There are problems sometimes, but most of it is solved within minutes. Most of the stress comes from home and my thesis. Yes, my thesis. I have done my VIVA, but thesis correction, is so stressful especially when I feel what one of the panel commented and corrected on was wrong. I am not the only one since the other examiner in the panel did not find anything wrong with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I promised myself that I would never be the same person as I was before fasting, but I do revert back to myself only during stressful times that relates to something in the past. I am working on it, after all, that dark past is also who I am now. I just have to find a way to managed it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7236652234195001786?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7236652234195001786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7236652234195001786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7236652234195001786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7236652234195001786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/11/similairity-of-change.html' title='Similairity of a Change'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDyPw0QOTxI/TrK6LMGqoQI/AAAAAAAAFjI/gduWWw97tGQ/s72-c/2011-11-03+23.41.35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3079184700528373262</id><published>2011-10-30T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:30:40.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gXObNIXvYuo/Tq01XfJcOyI/AAAAAAAAFjA/BbGsSJjPIew/2011-10-28%25252021.10.43.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gXObNIXvYuo/Tq01XfJcOyI/AAAAAAAAFjA/BbGsSJjPIew/s400/2011-10-28%25252021.10.43.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just filling empty spaces?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3079184700528373262?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3079184700528373262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3079184700528373262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3079184700528373262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3079184700528373262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/bunnies.html' title='Bunnies'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gXObNIXvYuo/Tq01XfJcOyI/AAAAAAAAFjA/BbGsSJjPIew/s72-c/2011-10-28%25252021.10.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6148019995003640117</id><published>2011-10-30T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:52:43.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Yeah its just one of those days in the week where you feel just like crap and feel like you should just stay in a cave forever. Well my room is kinda like a cave now with the curtains down. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6148019995003640117?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6148019995003640117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6148019995003640117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6148019995003640117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6148019995003640117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7749228175879883053</id><published>2011-10-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:44:10.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>From nothing to something to wtf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKIVmi1SLCg/Tql7A1YDRdI/AAAAAAAAFi4/fICEDxOEX6Y/s1600/tupper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKIVmi1SLCg/Tql7A1YDRdI/AAAAAAAAFi4/fICEDxOEX6Y/s320/tupper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, I seen this water bottle practically everywhere now. Okay, that is exaggerating, but I can't help feeling that I belong in a club or something. Whenever I see someone with the same water bottle as me, I could not help but wanting to toast a drink with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, from actively blogging to ignoring it again. Hey, but at least it was a shorter ignorance time. I had a cold and lost my voice the first week of my SCAP work, and now on my last week of SCAP, another wave of cold and cough is coming.&amp;nbsp;Since it almost took me 2 weeks to recover, I only gotten 1 week of health before getting sick again.. wtf...&amp;nbsp;I would go to the clinic but they will end up giving me medication I already know I should take. If this cold flu thing, goes more than 2 weeks, then I will see the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darn, I guess the sales assistant was right, I have to keep taking care of my health. I work in an environment where I am constantly exposed to germs from visitors each day and I have to talk for a long of periods of time in a cold and dry environment. It does not help that it rains practically everyday and I ride the public transportation. Gulp.. suddenly I realised what an infections environment I am now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7749228175879883053?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7749228175879883053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7749228175879883053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7749228175879883053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7749228175879883053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-nothing-to-something-to-wtf.html' title='From nothing to something to wtf?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKIVmi1SLCg/Tql7A1YDRdI/AAAAAAAAFi4/fICEDxOEX6Y/s72-c/tupper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7600475481727655009</id><published>2011-10-20T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:00:02.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gingerbread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screen Capture'/><title type='text'>How to take screenshots on Galaxy Ace with Android Gingerbread 2.3.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODzFCvieo48/Tp8CNRDpiJI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/q-z0p4bEAvc/s1600/SC20111020-005015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODzFCvieo48/Tp8CNRDpiJI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/q-z0p4bEAvc/s320/SC20111020-005015.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you wonder how I managed to take this screen shot of my phone.&amp;nbsp; Those who used Android Froyo, may know that it only takes pressing the back button and the menu button at the same time to take a screen shot but with Android Gingerbread 2.3.4 its a bit different. After various button mashing and manipulation I figured out how to take a screen shot using the new Firmware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYXVHFKcf2c/Tp8FSA2dIeI/AAAAAAAAFio/i7Wz-y8KIFY/s1600/galaxy+ace2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYXVHFKcf2c/Tp8FSA2dIeI/AAAAAAAAFio/i7Wz-y8KIFY/s400/galaxy+ace2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To take a screenshot or screen capture of your Galaxy Ace, press the menu button and then quickly press the power button. If done correctly, the familiar click will be heard and small text will appear saying the screen has been captured and stored in file&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2puTGD_eAg/Tp8FRBZO3GI/AAAAAAAAFig/vVqp1zvA0T0/s1600/SC20111020-010112.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2puTGD_eAg/Tp8FRBZO3GI/AAAAAAAAFig/vVqp1zvA0T0/s320/SC20111020-010112.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It works even if the phone is locked as you can see how I took a locked screen of my Android. I hope this helps all the Galaxy Ace users who have successfully upgraded to the Android Gingerbread 2.3.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7600475481727655009?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7600475481727655009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7600475481727655009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7600475481727655009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7600475481727655009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-take-screenshots-on-galaxy-ace.html' title='How to take screenshots on Galaxy Ace with Android Gingerbread 2.3.4'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODzFCvieo48/Tp8CNRDpiJI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/q-z0p4bEAvc/s72-c/SC20111020-005015.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5317656661817809129</id><published>2011-10-20T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T00:59:50.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samsung'/><title type='text'>Galaxy Ace with Android Gingerbread 2.3.4</title><content type='html'>I was like many of the android users out there who was itching to get the new Android Gingerbread OS. Most of the updates are for the high end phones but for mid range phones such as my Galaxy Ace, the update comes later. Well better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nfotXBA6vs/Tp8BF9fnZxI/AAAAAAAAFiI/6oZYjPUPsK8/s1600/SC20111020-005015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nfotXBA6vs/Tp8BF9fnZxI/AAAAAAAAFiI/6oZYjPUPsK8/s320/SC20111020-005015.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I updated it using the Samsung Kies software. Whenever you connect your phone to Kies, it will inform you whether there was an update to the the firmware. Since there was an update I decided to do it. After around 30 minutes or so, my update was done (depends on your Internet connection). I haven't explored my Gingerbread, but I already feel that it feels a bit faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-5317656661817809129?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5317656661817809129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5317656661817809129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5317656661817809129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5317656661817809129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/galaxy-ace-with-android-gingerbread-234.html' title='Galaxy Ace with Android Gingerbread 2.3.4'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nfotXBA6vs/Tp8BF9fnZxI/AAAAAAAAFiI/6oZYjPUPsK8/s72-c/SC20111020-005015.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-4858302380149022190</id><published>2011-10-13T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:44:30.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>On the go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TuLkVoQIGRM/TpXD630I-nI/AAAAAAAAFiA/cNs84Rptm_A/SC20111013-003720.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TuLkVoQIGRM/TpXD630I-nI/AAAAAAAAFiA/cNs84Rptm_A/s400/SC20111013-003720.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One of the reason I like taking public transport is that I could get lost in music with out having too much to concetrate. Which why when my earphone failed I panicked and bought an inferior replacement the slot. That was a waste of money but it shows how much having music for the ride home is important to me.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-4858302380149022190?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/4858302380149022190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=4858302380149022190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4858302380149022190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4858302380149022190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-go.html' title='On the go'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TuLkVoQIGRM/TpXD630I-nI/AAAAAAAAFiA/cNs84Rptm_A/s72-c/SC20111013-003720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2050557507437754321</id><published>2011-10-12T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:11:32.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Big bad wolf book fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TnLkMboLGME/TpRqsk29oAI/AAAAAAAAFh4/AcdFVJaqayo/2011-10-12%25252000.02.22.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TnLkMboLGME/TpRqsk29oAI/AAAAAAAAFh4/AcdFVJaqayo/s400/2011-10-12%25252000.02.22.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is what I gotten at the Big Bad Wolf book fair that is happening at MAEPS,  Serdang. The books are insanely cheap with prices starting around RM 6. There is so many choices on some old but still loveable books that caters to everyone regardless of age, sex or race. Just look at the choices of my books and magazines which varies from each other. I feel I need to go there again LoL.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2050557507437754321?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2050557507437754321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2050557507437754321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2050557507437754321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2050557507437754321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-bad-wolf-book-fair.html' title='Big bad wolf book fair'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TnLkMboLGME/TpRqsk29oAI/AAAAAAAAFh4/AcdFVJaqayo/s72-c/2011-10-12%25252000.02.22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1721572146928119207</id><published>2011-10-11T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:41:51.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Cold War</title><content type='html'>Its time to launch a major cold war in this house. I am told that I am overly emotional when reacting to something. Don't blame me, I grew up watching someone goes through it whenever something stressfull comes up. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This is the last straw. I am not just angry at how she blocked my.car but how she does not seem apologic at all. Even my mother does not sympathized with me. Its just a few things they have done that hqs slowly chiseled away at my patience. Enough is enough.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I used to have trouble with the males of this house, now the elder females is giving me a hard time. Enough is enough, they both are no longer worthy of my rants, thoughts or feelings. Four down, 2 more to go. Might as well go Rougue now, but that time will soon to come and I will just dissapear. I mean it before, I mean it now and I will do it in th future.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1721572146928119207?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1721572146928119207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1721572146928119207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1721572146928119207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1721572146928119207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/cold-war.html' title='Cold War'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6801035614793520127</id><published>2011-10-08T07:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T07:02:01.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>sleeping with the lights on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-W8mQzYnFhDQ/To-E5zjYXCI/AAAAAAAAFh0/3GjX4Qp-ybc/2011-10-08%25252006.55.21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-W8mQzYnFhDQ/To-E5zjYXCI/AAAAAAAAFh0/3GjX4Qp-ybc/s400/2011-10-08%25252006.55.21.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sometimes I would accidentally sleep with the lights on due to the fact that I was so tired. However last night I had to turn on the light so that I would be able to fall asleep. Could be because I was sick or could be because I was so angry at some people. I wanted support not directions. If I went and argued about it would turn into an order on what to do in life. Perhaps I should handle it the way I handle tough or rude visitors. Smile, nod in agreement and tell them to move to another exhibit. At least with visitors for each bad visitors there will be 100 more good ones.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6801035614793520127?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6801035614793520127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6801035614793520127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6801035614793520127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6801035614793520127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleeping-with-lights-on.html' title='sleeping with the lights on'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-W8mQzYnFhDQ/To-E5zjYXCI/AAAAAAAAFh0/3GjX4Qp-ybc/s72-c/2011-10-08%25252006.55.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1575239582628447955</id><published>2011-10-06T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:45:24.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>i wish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QC7qPPH3M1w/To2-_heNIXI/AAAAAAAAFhw/lbSR-cqxJ8U/images.jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QC7qPPH3M1w/To2-_heNIXI/AAAAAAAAFhw/lbSR-cqxJ8U/s400/images.jpeg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wish I am able to afford a box of these wonderfull lenses. They allow so much oxygen in so that it prevents your eyes from drying out by the end of the day. In addition its so protein resistance, you can wear it continuously up to 30 days.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1575239582628447955?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1575239582628447955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1575239582628447955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1575239582628447955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1575239582628447955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wish.html' title='i wish?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QC7qPPH3M1w/To2-_heNIXI/AAAAAAAAFhw/lbSR-cqxJ8U/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2710157775498767814</id><published>2011-10-05T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:43:57.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>My secret weapon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-y4E9VwqucaQ/ToxtK32IuvI/AAAAAAAAFhs/yvXZqiteOPc/2011-10-05%25252022.09.27.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-y4E9VwqucaQ/ToxtK32IuvI/AAAAAAAAFhs/yvXZqiteOPc/s400/2011-10-05%25252022.09.27.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A secret weapon made to treat acne, blackheads, wrinkles and dark spots. Countless research has shown its effectiveness but it works slowly and has many side effects, do you dare to give it a try?&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2710157775498767814?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2710157775498767814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2710157775498767814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2710157775498767814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2710157775498767814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-secret-weapon.html' title='My secret weapon?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-y4E9VwqucaQ/ToxtK32IuvI/AAAAAAAAFhs/yvXZqiteOPc/s72-c/2011-10-05%25252022.09.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6396624502766050412</id><published>2011-10-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:09:10.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorties'/><title type='text'>So tired and yet so happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z75eNYfIkKI/ToshMU0OUnI/AAAAAAAAFho/UUEyMpCN7XM/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z75eNYfIkKI/ToshMU0OUnI/AAAAAAAAFho/UUEyMpCN7XM/s320/2.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn tired, and I have so many things to do. My insanely clean room is getting messy again and it sucks :(. I have a cold developing and it sucks even more. I am taking a cold medicine now and I think I am losing it a bit. Zzzz... Btw this the recipe for my Pavlova...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6396624502766050412?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6396624502766050412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6396624502766050412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6396624502766050412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6396624502766050412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-tired-and-yet-so-happy.html' title='So tired and yet so happy'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z75eNYfIkKI/ToshMU0OUnI/AAAAAAAAFho/UUEyMpCN7XM/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-4576431566797708674</id><published>2011-10-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:10:52.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stranger than fiction'/><title type='text'>Stages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNGRuYBq3rA/ToiL_18BZuI/AAAAAAAAFhc/spsUqW5hgYE/s1600/10+degrees99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNGRuYBq3rA/ToiL_18BZuI/AAAAAAAAFhc/spsUqW5hgYE/s400/10+degrees99.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to one heck of transformation stage in life now. Its as dramatic as how the picture above depicts what happens to black hair when it is bleached or how the yellow blonde shade is achieved (it takes about 2 strong bleaching processes). I bought the bleaching kit, and the highlighting cap. I turned on my Petrosains charm and got the tool to be used with the highlighting cap for free. I will upload more nonsense to this blog so all my blog hopper and surfer will have something to hop or surf on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-4576431566797708674?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/4576431566797708674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=4576431566797708674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4576431566797708674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4576431566797708674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/10/stages.html' title='Stages'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNGRuYBq3rA/ToiL_18BZuI/AAAAAAAAFhc/spsUqW5hgYE/s72-c/10+degrees99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8889948468390142944</id><published>2011-09-16T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T20:40:27.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>demmit</title><content type='html'>I don't think that it is logical that I could have so much time and so little time at the same time. I feel both controlled and in control with life. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "That's life meh" said a friend of mine. He got that right and life has just started for me.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8889948468390142944?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8889948468390142944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8889948468390142944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8889948468390142944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8889948468390142944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/09/demmit.html' title='demmit'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5580185657941439440</id><published>2011-09-12T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:19:42.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Working?</title><content type='html'>Working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that? Its kinda like work, but the without much of the work benefits such as holiday, medical, bonus, EPF and such. Its kinda like what I did when I was doing my Masters, except I make much less, like almost 40% less, and I stand more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the work I did during my masters, was very lonely. Yes, it did teach me a lot about working on my own and working with equipments, but its such a lonely experienced. My current work involves me working with people everyday. Each day is a new day with new people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tiring, right now, my right thigh feels numb and tingles if I stand too much. Other than that, I like the interactions I get everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling towards strangers has never been easier, reminds me of a childhood days I had in the past where I was so carefree with life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-5580185657941439440?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5580185657941439440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5580185657941439440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5580185657941439440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5580185657941439440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/09/working.html' title='Working?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-9082901767704705439</id><published>2011-08-24T05:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T05:56:46.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Ready?</title><content type='html'>I am never ready. Whenever I think I am ready I am never ready. When I think I am not ready I am actually well prepared. Sounds confusing, but somehow this irregular logic plays out quite wel in my lfe. Its also creates problems because if I don't feel ready I will never take that first step. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So what happens, I get a shoved from the back or I actually get pushed to do it. So does that mean I need pushy people in life?&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-9082901767704705439?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/9082901767704705439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=9082901767704705439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/9082901767704705439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/9082901767704705439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/08/ready.html' title='Ready?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7351351917223879478</id><published>2011-08-22T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:22:35.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Tight</title><content type='html'>How can you people wear fitted clothes let alone skin tight ones. I always  wondered about it since I feel uncomfortable wearing one. I love baggy loosey things, it feels so comfortable and free. I do have clothes that fitted but I don't like how they cling to my skin. Hence they are rarely worn except if I am going out withsome one that needs to be impressed. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Weight not an issue.  Lots of big, bold, bulky people wear fitted clothes and lots of thin, slim, lean people wear baggy loose ones. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Am I against fitted clothes, judging by how rich my tailor is from the amount of clothes I bring to him, I actually embraced it in a good way. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The only time I felt truly comfortable in wearing a fitted jeans was a pair of Guess jeans at Klcc. It was really fitted but suprisingly comfortable, I was flabbergasted by it. Did I bought it? I would but although it was comfrotable if left very little imagination to anyone when I wear it...&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7351351917223879478?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7351351917223879478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7351351917223879478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7351351917223879478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7351351917223879478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/08/tight.html' title='Tight'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1101767610445722698</id><published>2011-08-18T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T06:41:16.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Sleeper</title><content type='html'>Yes, sleep another fave topic of mine. Ever since I started volunteering at Petrosains sleeping has became a task I must do, instead of a pleasure that can be fulfilled. To little sleep will lead me feeling incredibly tired by the end of the day while too much sleep will make me feel like I just wasted some valuable time. During this fastung month if I go back to sleep after sahur, I will have the craziest dreams so vivid that I actually believed what my drean character told me. Besides I know I am taking my job seriously at Petrosains when I need to give out proof and be 100% sure in answering in my own dreams.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1101767610445722698?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1101767610445722698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1101767610445722698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1101767610445722698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1101767610445722698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleeper.html' title='Sleeper'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8123089424547163537</id><published>2011-08-12T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:25:17.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>heLO!</title><content type='html'>heLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be just a simple misspelled word of a regular greeting, is actually an inside joke among my new friends at my new part time job at Petrosains. After more than 3 months of waiting for Viva, I&amp;nbsp; decided that I just can't stay at home anymore. Its not like I spend all my days studying anyways. Anyhow it was a great experience and for me it was an outer body event. After 4 years of mostly doing things on my own, being thrown into a large group of people I never met and then working at a place where new people constantly come, is different like day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great way for me to practice all of the&amp;nbsp;lessons I learned during my masters, whether it is inside the lab or out side of the lab. I am glad that both lessons paid off during my training. Am I totally a different person? Not really, I still have that lonely ranger thing going on, along with my nerdiness, constant babble, or sometime shy without a reason but its like a switch that I can turn on and off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really a wonderful experience to have and something I would remember for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-4rvTRmsJo/TkQCVPdAMQI/AAAAAAAAFfg/pfQ44XnQrh4/s1600/2011-08-05+17.48.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-4rvTRmsJo/TkQCVPdAMQI/AAAAAAAAFfg/pfQ44XnQrh4/s320/2011-08-05+17.48.32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/6682457608070934925-8123089424547163537?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8123089424547163537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8123089424547163537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8123089424547163537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8123089424547163537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/08/helo.html' title='heLO!'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-4rvTRmsJo/TkQCVPdAMQI/AAAAAAAAFfg/pfQ44XnQrh4/s72-c/2011-08-05+17.48.32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1800323801153461643</id><published>2011-08-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:56:25.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tension'/><title type='text'>You can, opps sorry you can't, coz I forgot LOL</title><content type='html'>Srsly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a person change plan so fast and expect me to follow it? Like a friend said to me "If we make a promise and it involves other people, we better stick to that promise". Well I did ask them if I was free to do my own thing this Saturday, and they said yes, so I made plans and an hour later they said no, because we have something to do this Saturday and just go do it another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simple, their answer is. Just spend quality time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, living at home ruins your communication skills. Sure you can know how to manage a home, but it only works if you plan to become a housewife. Last time I checked I don't have a vagina, and no one is sending an engagement ring to me yet, so I definitely not training to be a housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very pissed off but at the same time, I had 5 days of training at my new working place on proper communication and I am not going down without a fight. No way in hell, that I will let her win. Sorry, but its not even a big deal, and you already have me full time for nearly 4 months, its time to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1800323801153461643?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1800323801153461643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1800323801153461643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1800323801153461643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1800323801153461643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-can-opps-sorry-you-cant-coz-i.html' title='You can, opps sorry you can&apos;t, coz I forgot LOL'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5060614140166492203</id><published>2011-08-01T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T06:07:35.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Srsly?</title><content type='html'>It's not even the beginning of the fasting day and already he has blown his top. Well actually I beat him to it hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a sign I have been in the house for such a long time, they think I am incapable of travelling by myself to KLCC to my volunteer gig at Petrosains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Story.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-5060614140166492203?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5060614140166492203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5060614140166492203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5060614140166492203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5060614140166492203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/08/srsly.html' title='Srsly?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7397123011762867123</id><published>2011-08-01T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T01:32:39.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>The only thing my little brother told me that I found usefull is, if you say you don't want to do it, then don't do it and don't bitch about it when you did do it. This happens regularly to me, I don't want to do it but I still do it, and then end up complaining about it. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; That's just so tiring to do. I have to learn to say no in a polite way, but I can't let go of my sarcasm.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; No means no.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7397123011762867123?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7397123011762867123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7397123011762867123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7397123011762867123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7397123011762867123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/08/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5807644586796810876</id><published>2011-07-29T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:46:00.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Finally?</title><content type='html'>Suprising tonite has to one of the rarer days tha I feel sleepy and tired. Something big is about to happen this weekend and I have a mixture of fear and excitement with a side of nervousness sprinkled with some worry. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Thinking too much does no one  good especially if it impairs your ability to do anything. I rather act  than think for thinking will jus slow me down.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-5807644586796810876?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5807644586796810876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5807644586796810876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5807644586796810876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5807644586796810876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/finally.html' title='Finally?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3910874467111554003</id><published>2011-07-27T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T04:13:50.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Sing me to sleep</title><content type='html'>Do you remember how you would fall asleep? Sounds like a rather dumb question but it is a valid one. I guess we really just drift of to sleep whether we are tired or not.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I have a love hate relationship with sleep. Sometimes I feel I have too much sometimes its just not enough. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's such a treat to be able to just go to sleep when we are tired and wakeup feeling fresh. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Sing me to sleep.... &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3910874467111554003?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3910874467111554003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3910874467111554003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3910874467111554003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3910874467111554003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/sing-me-to-sleep.html' title='Sing me to sleep'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5139589512157857915</id><published>2011-07-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:59:49.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Of video games and time</title><content type='html'>I love video games and many of the boys and some girls enjoy it too. Okay, perhaps at this stage in life is some men and some minute proportion of women enjoy video games. I remember on the first video games I played, which is a real video game console, not some knock off TV game console with 80s style game played in the 90s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTS_zBek-Is/TiUZNdJkT2I/AAAAAAAAFfU/9-fhOl_hg5M/s1600/NESconsole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTS_zBek-Is/TiUZNdJkT2I/AAAAAAAAFfU/9-fhOl_hg5M/s320/NESconsole.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the Nintendo system, I remembered playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle on this system. It was a blast to play. We did not have this system, instead it was at some ones house, I don't even remember who. Sometimes the games will not load so you have to take the game cartridge out and blow it and pray that it would work. The first Super Mario Bros was on this system too, the same Super Mario that appeared in those knock off game console we had here in Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hgjqUXpO7Y/TiUZLvo0BUI/AAAAAAAAFfQ/pxDmj-7ZMP0/s1600/Nintendo-snes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hgjqUXpO7Y/TiUZLvo0BUI/AAAAAAAAFfQ/pxDmj-7ZMP0/s320/Nintendo-snes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Awww yeah, this was the game console that had arcade games in it. Mortal Kombat and Killer Instinct was one of them. Still I sucked at both games, there is so much or so little button mashing I could do to actually beat some one. Other games includes later version of Super Mario Bros called Super Mario World, with raccoon tails and Yoshi. There is also Donkey Kong country which is a blast to play and is a very nice 3d game instead of those 2d games. Not to be confused with 3d movies, back then 3d games are still 2d but has a bit of depth and shape to it. I remember my mother's friend let me borrowed her daughter Super NES and I played it all summer long. I remember playing this game called Earthbound, which was an awesome RPG game that I loved to death. It also helps that there was also a hand book that comes with the game complete with a scratch sniff section which was so awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA2BfW_RRNw/TiUZPnsJX9I/AAAAAAAAFfY/gWIEcrts658/s1600/ps1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA2BfW_RRNw/TiUZPnsJX9I/AAAAAAAAFfY/gWIEcrts658/s320/ps1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This was our first EVER game console that we bought. Actually it was a compilation of my siblings money to get this ps1 slim. While everybody got sick of the thick one, I just managed to bought this one and I loved it, especially all the Final Fantasy games. LOVE it!!!!. I still have it and it still works. I even still have all the games.. I think.. unless some one threw it away :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnPwK-oqADg/TiUZRQkxXQI/AAAAAAAAFfc/RGOEamQu-4U/s1600/ps2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnPwK-oqADg/TiUZRQkxXQI/AAAAAAAAFfc/RGOEamQu-4U/s320/ps2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is our latest PS2. Yep, we still have a PS2, even though PS3 is out PS2 games and consoles&amp;nbsp; are still selling well. I love this game console, in fact my absence online and in blog is partly blame in this console. I still have plenty of games in the past that I played over and over again since it was fun or even some games that I never finished because I got bored. (Grand Turismo had such long races that put's me to sleep).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My next console? Probably will be one of my next big purchases. However next gen consoles, requires next gen television but we will see.. :)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-5139589512157857915?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5139589512157857915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5139589512157857915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5139589512157857915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5139589512157857915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-video-games-and-time.html' title='Of video games and time'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTS_zBek-Is/TiUZNdJkT2I/AAAAAAAAFfU/9-fhOl_hg5M/s72-c/NESconsole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1223438719644688927</id><published>2011-07-13T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:46:41.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Do not feed the trolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind got so muddy in the recent "clean" event that happened recently. There are many views on the situation, but most of the views on it does not reflect how I feel about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the articles I read online are mostly editorial reviews or personal reviews on the situation, not news reports. Might as well read Facebook comments or check out local forumn threads. It makes me depressed to be &amp;nbsp;reading such things, as I felt that it was like a personal attack to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However I do forget the cardinal rule of the Internet "Do not feed the trolls". Trolls are basically people who writes something on the Internet with the intention of creating many caps lock on response from people. One can also say that its a way to provoke someone so that you will get a response, usually very emotional from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some how these things hit me to the core lately, and I can't seem to let go of it. A more sane and logical side of me says to me that I should not get so worked up on what 0.18% of the population who claim to represent our country or that 10% of the total users of a very famous social network in Asia "liked".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Do not feed the trolls" is something my mother would say if she actually knew what that meant, but she did say something similar. Anyone can upload anything on the internet and say something about it (like your's truly) or upload something on Youtube and describe what it was or go even further by editing the videos, add in some music, some text and make it into a master piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone can say anything based on their assumptions and beliefs and post it online. It reminds me of a cartoon strip I read in a local newspaper. We usually think&amp;nbsp;the Internet is a stadium, while we stand on a soapbox and preach to the listening masses, while in reality everyone in the stadium is standing on a soapbox wanting everyone to listen to what they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I usually just don't give damn about these things, but recently its something that has been bothering me for so long, and in the cyberspace I kind feel alone, but&amp;nbsp;then most of the people I know who are vocal about these things have a different opinion from what I have. Perhaps its time to get new friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not feed the trolls, they want this kind of response, this kind of attention. When they do, the succeeded. Did they get to me? They did for a while in the past, after all, every teenagers and young adults are just rebellious in nature and easily persuaded to do something. Heck, I think I might just be one and start trolling too. I think I can handle it, its just not worth losing my mind over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not feed the trolls.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJxzFreNn2s/Thx54ci8_HI/AAAAAAAAFfM/uPpbZSmUy68/s1600/il_fullxfull_90098116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJxzFreNn2s/Thx54ci8_HI/AAAAAAAAFfM/uPpbZSmUy68/s320/il_fullxfull_90098116.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do not feed the trolls, no matter how cute or united they seem to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1223438719644688927?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1223438719644688927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1223438719644688927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1223438719644688927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1223438719644688927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-not-feed-trolls.html' title='Do not feed the trolls'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJxzFreNn2s/Thx54ci8_HI/AAAAAAAAFfM/uPpbZSmUy68/s72-c/il_fullxfull_90098116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6061847962390713800</id><published>2011-07-11T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:44:24.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Bersih 2.0</title><content type='html'>Yeah, some title, either one of the most spoken topic or one the topic people most likely want to ignore. Regardless of your views on the situation, it makes an excellent spark for a debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow since the city centre and the roads around was closed, most people stayed at home. Although my parents tried to go to a wedding in Setiawangsa, but I guess so is the other people on the gridlocked road. So after two hours, they decided to hit back home and cook up a some lamb chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said it was the only Saturday that she stayed at home and she like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before the Bersih 2.0 event, my dad and sister's company let their employee home as early as 4 pm, it was said to be directions from the police???? Any how better to get out of the crawl earlier than get trapped in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens on Bersih 2.0 will be permanently on Facebook, Twitter, Tumbler and Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read the news but really, there is just so much that you can trust from the reports before you feel nauseous of the "stories". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is an annual event, I guess in the future everyone's planner will be planned around this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my view?&lt;br /&gt;I actually hate the opposition only because of the crap they say about the oil and gas company. Lots of hot air being said to gain attention to themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6061847962390713800?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6061847962390713800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6061847962390713800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6061847962390713800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6061847962390713800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/bersih-20.html' title='Bersih 2.0'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1929741028008770873</id><published>2011-07-08T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:39:32.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>y u so expensive Paula's Choice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhXF_kob4ao/ThaH7gp0gjI/AAAAAAAAFfI/-mwvW4eOyJA/s1600/aha+lotion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhXF_kob4ao/ThaH7gp0gjI/AAAAAAAAFfI/-mwvW4eOyJA/s320/aha+lotion.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is Paula's Choice Skin Revealing Body Lotion with 10% Alpha Hydroxy Acid. My sister bought this my accident actually because I wanted the Beta Hydroxy Acid Lotion to treat acne on my arms. Anyhow I still used it, I tried putting it on my arm and I did not like it very much. I decided to use it on my feet and it works much better. Its very moisturizing without being incredibly greasy. Its chocked full of antioxidants and anti inflammatory ingredients, but the main star is its 10% glycolic acid. You can actually smell the acidic sour smell of the glycolic acid in this lotion, which gently exfoliate the the skin. In theory this would work great on tough rough skin. I really like this, it even soothes my feet during the days when it would be dry and itchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;However I used it sparingly, only because it used to cost RM80, now however the priced has jumped to RM105 which makes it one expensive foot lotion. Other than this lotion is imported from the US, its contains more interesting ingredients than say a Vaseline lotion which cost like RM20. Arghh.. so expensive for such a good product, I would actually rather have rough feet than cough up RM105, but I would buy in heartbeat if my budget allows it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1929741028008770873?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1929741028008770873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1929741028008770873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1929741028008770873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1929741028008770873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/y-u-so-expensive-paulas-choice.html' title='y u so expensive Paula&apos;s Choice?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhXF_kob4ao/ThaH7gp0gjI/AAAAAAAAFfI/-mwvW4eOyJA/s72-c/aha+lotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-377357358924609824</id><published>2011-07-06T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T15:51:55.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Temulawak - One of the original BB cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0O3H-QmjCk/ThQLe-NVbvI/AAAAAAAAFfE/KeCZs5SRvHA/s1600/2011-07-06+14.53.42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0O3H-QmjCk/ThQLe-NVbvI/AAAAAAAAFfE/KeCZs5SRvHA/s320/2011-07-06+14.53.42.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was curious with my sister's new obsession of BB cream. BB cream stands for blemish balm or beautifying balm. It was said that it could replace your sunblock, moisturizer, concealer and makeup!. It sounds too good to be true so I decided to check upon in on the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;When I looked at the ingredient and the name BB cream, it reminded me of a cream that girls and boys use when I was doing my diploma 10 years ago. Girls would wear it during the day as makeup while guys usually wear it at night before bed. They swear it makes them whiter and makes their skin better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I check the ingredient of these new BB cream and wanted to compared them with the ones in the past. Temulawak was one of the popular beauty cream of the past and it still sold today in Mydin and various traditional cosmetic counters everywhere. I bought one from RM3, this one contains Goat Milk. I opened it and smelled it. It still looks and smells like it did 10 years ago. I still remember my friends layering it on before bedtime or my female friends looking strangely fair or my friends who used "Babyface" and had their skin on their face peeling off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I looked up the ingredients online and found its mostly an emollient and a very good physical sunblock. The main emollient is petrolatum, which is basically petroleum jelly or Vaseline. On its own its quite greasy but its one of the best emollient out there and it does help with skin healing. There is other emollients added in such as bees wax, carnuba wax and milk protein which does the same thing. The physical sunblock that is used in most BB creams are titanium dioxide, its not only a physical sunblock that reflects both UVA and UVB rays, its also acts as thickener for the product. This is true because its the texture of this cream in the jar is like cold butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So basically just based on the ingredients, those who uses this everyday in the daytime will have youthful skin&amp;nbsp; that is protected by the sun, while those used it at night will have smoother and flawless skin that has healed it self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Why many people stopped using it? The texture and smell has something to do with it, it does not feel as luxurious and smooth like creams of today. Today's cream smells either better or are fragrance free.&amp;nbsp;Another&amp;nbsp;reason it that this is a balm, which is thicker and more richer that a cream. Which is thicker than lotion and&amp;nbsp;even more thicker that&amp;nbsp;gels.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, according to its ingredients, this RM 3 balm, works as well or even better that creams that cost 2,3,4, or 10 times as much. You might want to check out this old but never forgotten cream and see if it works better than the cream you are using now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-377357358924609824?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/377357358924609824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=377357358924609824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/377357358924609824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/377357358924609824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/temulawak-one-of-original-bb-cream.html' title='Temulawak - One of the original BB cream'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0O3H-QmjCk/ThQLe-NVbvI/AAAAAAAAFfE/KeCZs5SRvHA/s72-c/2011-07-06+14.53.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8354005239737999816</id><published>2011-07-03T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:49:57.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Mega Bitch ?</title><content type='html'>Bitch, is another word for a female dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a vulgar term used to describe a women is troublesome, bossy, fussy or just a general pain in the arse. However when we use it to describe a man, the meaning has changed a bit. It generally means a slave that does everything for another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when a woman is mega bitch, you&amp;nbsp;know how hellish it feels when you are under her management. Or if she is a acquantence, you know she brings a lot of trouble to you and cause you to be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when a man is&amp;nbsp;a bitch, he does anything a person does, like a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when we used it as a noun, when used as a verb such as "Quit bitching around" "I need bitch about something" It means you are going to complain a lot about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight? I feel like all the meaning of bitch of the above. Must stay in room, must have some comfort food, I don't care, I went to the gym, so it will equal to the stuff I eat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8354005239737999816?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8354005239737999816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8354005239737999816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8354005239737999816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8354005239737999816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/mega-bitch.html' title='Mega Bitch ?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7661139610759696324</id><published>2011-07-01T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:31:41.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Great Skin</title><content type='html'>How to have great skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have no idea :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, well actually in a few months,&amp;nbsp;it develops from being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gV8Aq7s7gD8/Tg1_K9rbKVI/AAAAAAAAFfA/9aIjgSstrog/s1600/blog.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gV8Aq7s7gD8/Tg1_K9rbKVI/AAAAAAAAFfA/9aIjgSstrog/s320/blog.png" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CFvTG-RtRM/Tg1_GkSdcMI/AAAAAAAAFe4/BlViPQg-Cvg/s1600/27032011002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CFvTG-RtRM/Tg1_GkSdcMI/AAAAAAAAFe4/BlViPQg-Cvg/s320/27032011002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full of Acne﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KY5q-XDGqng/Tg1986w-P-I/AAAAAAAAFe0/f2kFuVbOCEU/s1600/2011-06-26+16.27.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KY5q-XDGqng/Tg1986w-P-I/AAAAAAAAFe0/f2kFuVbOCEU/s320/2011-06-26+16.27.38.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To clear again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I absolutely have no idea what happened. The most acceptable answer for me was hormonal change, but what into what? As if my body decided to go to puberty again. Many said the facial and the CO2 laser I did cause my face to break out. However the facial did get rid of the many pimples that were not erupted in my face and the CO2 laser did reduce my blackheads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps its the cleanser I bought from my esthetician, or perhaps the Vitamin C that I started taking or perhaps the pimple medication finally decided to work. I still don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What works for me, may not neccesarily works for you and vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did decide to educate my self on the products I used and use peer to peer reviews to find out products beneficial using these two websites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beautypedia.com/"&gt;http://www.beautypedia.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This websites provides review on products available on the market, although majority of the Asian focus products in Malaysia was not reviewed. The best thing about this site is the dictionary so you can find out what dimethicone means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skintypesolutions.com/home"&gt;http://www.skintypesolutions.com/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This websites allows you to find out what kind type do you have. Its no longer just normal, oily, dry or sensitive but up to 16 different types of skin type combination. Mine is oily, sensitive, pigmented and tight. The quiz is now free (they used your data for research) and you have access to forums where people discuss which product works for your particular skin type group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its easy to give out advice based on your skin, but its kind hard when you don't have the same skin, but the website skintypesolutions does come close when grouping people in the same categories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7661139610759696324?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7661139610759696324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7661139610759696324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7661139610759696324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7661139610759696324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-skin.html' title='Great Skin'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gV8Aq7s7gD8/Tg1_K9rbKVI/AAAAAAAAFfA/9aIjgSstrog/s72-c/blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7201487171094823941</id><published>2011-06-28T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:18:37.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Pharmacy</title><content type='html'> &lt;br/&gt; I just spent an hour in a pharmacy. That is just insanely too long to be in a pharmacy but then I was never mentally or emotionally stable to begin with.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I was busy looking at vitamin C for my mom, her future hair color shade since I can see her gray roots, my sisters' sunblock for her hands, an a friends face serum. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It takes a long time to search and compare each products. Vitamin C comes in so many forms. There is the different grams of vitamin C ranging from 25gm to 1000gm, different forms (liquid, soluble tablet, capsule, tablets), and different ways its absorb in the body (time released, ester, acid free). &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; You can get dizzy searching for a sunblock. There is different forms as lotions, creams, sprays and sticks. They're chemical sunblock and physical sun block. The smell ranges from lotion like perfume to particular smell that only a sunblock produces. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Looking for a serum for a friend is even more disasterous, since he wants to reduce his scars but don't want anything creamy,greasy, oily, or even feels smooth because he claims that it will cause him to breakout.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So yes, trying to find all these things does take up an hour plus.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7201487171094823941?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7201487171094823941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7201487171094823941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7201487171094823941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7201487171094823941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/pharmacy.html' title='Pharmacy'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2738767705297014652</id><published>2011-06-28T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:15:17.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut9wXsYWQVQ/TglcugMlkaI/AAAAAAAAFew/9UtrfWrW1x0/s1600/ads.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut9wXsYWQVQ/TglcugMlkaI/AAAAAAAAFew/9UtrfWrW1x0/s400/ads.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange that during my down time of updating my blog, I suddenly see more ads in them. I mean I had my down times before and I could see Nuffnang taken the ads off and I had to ask them why they did that (apparently my ad placement before was not optimized). Now however with updates being as far apart as 3 weeks, I still see my ads. Heck I am a silent reader of my own blog LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the ads in my blog, sometimes the ads are interesting I end up clicking it myself because it was something interesting that I wanted to know more of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ads generates money in blogs. There are generally two ways how the ads generate money. One is by the unique viewers that the blog receives each day, which means if you view my blog for the first time today you will be counted as a unique view and if you view it again on the same day it does not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other way is if you actually find the ads interesting and you click on it. That will generate extra money because you are actually hooked on the ad and wanted to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bonus way is if you clicked on the ad and register something in it, that even gives even more bonus to me because you read my blog, you click on an interesting advertisements and you want something or you register something from the advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sounds like easy money, but in reality you need to have ten thousands view a day to get a hundreds of ringgit a month, or if you have just a 2 digit number each day, you will just get a few sen each day. Hey its not so bad, its not really work per say, if you are not doing it seriously or if no one find your blogs interesting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However some people abused the system and will start to tell other bloggers to click on their ads and that they would click on their ads too so that all of them will generate more income from the blog. This is frown upon by the companies that is represented by Nuffnang because it takes way the reason ads were placed in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not 100% where my readers are from, but definitely not from the Nuffnang blogger crowd where bloggers meet and continue to support (or click) each others. I am much a loner, I mean I used to have friends that blog a lot casually, but the got busy with their lives and stopped. So I guess from my 3 digits friend list in my Facebook, where my blog shows up in their newsfeed because I link my Facebook and blog together, are where most of my readers are. Which is good and bad, since I tend to let it all out in my blog. (my uncle said he reads my blogs and he gave a witty smile, opps well uncle, you know me :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, many thanks to all my silent readers who actually reads my insanely emotional ramblings. After all how much celebrity gossip, politics and tragedy news can you handle. I know I can't, which is why, sometimes just want you do during the day is more interesting to read. Which why reality shows are such a hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2738767705297014652?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2738767705297014652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2738767705297014652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2738767705297014652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2738767705297014652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/ads.html' title='Ads'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut9wXsYWQVQ/TglcugMlkaI/AAAAAAAAFew/9UtrfWrW1x0/s72-c/ads.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1872129931098039118</id><published>2011-06-23T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:37:14.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Should not</title><content type='html'>Suddenly hungered for my mother's Bali style chicken. She gotten that recipe from my grandmother. Its such good chicken that I decided to have it for supper. Crap... for sure this will wreck havoc on my system. Perhaps its because I was in a better not feeling gaseous mood today compared to yesterday. Perhaps I finally changed faucet, the burnt out lightbulbs on next to impossible to reach places, bought some rabbit feed and bedding in addition to finally dye gray hairs. I even managed to organized my dvd collection and get to able to watch a documentry by Chris Rock titled "Good Hair". &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Maybe that piece of chicken I had was a celeberatory supper meal for a rather good day. So I guess perhaps I should.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1872129931098039118?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1872129931098039118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1872129931098039118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1872129931098039118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1872129931098039118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/should-not.html' title='Should not'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-525916994787545884</id><published>2011-06-23T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:17:24.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Chill</title><content type='html'>I was irritable just now. Really irritable. Even for my standards I was irritable. I think it was more due to a mild food poisoning. I kept having gas all night and felt generally uncomfortable. When you have too much gas you will end up farting, burping, belching, and increase bowel movement. I felt nauseaus and at the same time so irritable. Its as if everything in the world just does matter anymore. I feel stressed over the small irrelevant things. All I can do is just stay out of human contacts until this feelin and gas subsides.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-525916994787545884?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/525916994787545884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=525916994787545884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/525916994787545884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/525916994787545884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/chill.html' title='Chill'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-912099929296699423</id><published>2011-06-18T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:28:54.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Medicine You Should Always Have</title><content type='html'>Panadol (Paracetemol)&lt;br /&gt;A basic pain killer and one of the most effective medicine for fever. It comes in a tablet form, caplet form (Actifast) or soluble form (Soluble..duuh...). I know everyone read an email or a blog about how Panadol destroys the liver, well people, if you abuse it, you will. This is because these people take more than the recommended dose and they took it for a long period of time. I call these people ignorant for not reading the label, see a pharmacist or see a doctor. So feel free to take them as long you don't exceed 4000mg a day (8 tablets) or consume them everyday for more than a week. If you do, you are an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Medicine goes through the liver before its distributed throughout the body, which is why they usually recommend most medicine to be taken after a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antihistamine tablets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me who are prone to watery nose or watery eyes, you are definitely allergic to something because clear mucus is a sign of allergies and it could developed into a cold or a flu. You can buy antihistamines from the pharmacies. There are soo many different kinds of anti histamines you can choose from, some is naturally sedative (will knock you out) or some can keep you up at night. I have chlorpheniramine (Piriton) which is mildy sedative but usually knocks me out and loratadine (Claritin) during the day because it does not make me drowsy. I found&amp;nbsp;Cetrizine in the fridge, my moms medicine and its an anti histamine too but in theory its not sedative but for me, it knocks me out so fast that I can't take it. If you really need to sleep, tryfinding Diphenydramine (Benadryl) which is usually found in some cough and flu syrup. This is highly sedative and is great if you have trouble sleeping during a cold/flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have these all the time in my possession because its such a common ailment to have. However I have some other extra things I keep to self medicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antifungus cream - For that itch that seemed never to end at places where there is lots of sweat and friction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methyl Salicylate - Usually those with camphor/menthol or peppermint oil. Great during nausea and headaches or muscle pains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-912099929296699423?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/912099929296699423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=912099929296699423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/912099929296699423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/912099929296699423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/medicine-you-should-always-have.html' title='Medicine You Should Always Have'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8866838021344772328</id><published>2011-06-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:25:47.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Access</title><content type='html'>1 week of ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the last post that I last written. I just gotten lazy. People are amazed of what I do each day at home during this long hiatus break from my studies. Mind you I am just waiting till they call me for Viva. Anyhow most people become incredibly bored, I would too if not for my unlimitted internet access. If I don't have internet access I would probably be bored as well also. Besides, other than Starbucks, its quite hard to find a CC that is not filled with noisy assholes that smokes so much ciggaretes, they contribute to the global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, other than non stop internet, there random chores such as taking the rabbits to the vet, bake a cake, dye my mom's hair, send the car to the mechanic, wash the car, pick up a prize, play scrabble, do laundry, etc etc. Once work has started, these random chorse will be left behind and god knows my rooms is horrible mess anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not going to last long anyways, so might as well enjoy it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8866838021344772328?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8866838021344772328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8866838021344772328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8866838021344772328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8866838021344772328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/access.html' title='Access'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7872183453393211434</id><published>2011-06-06T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:37:40.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Itchy</title><content type='html'>Suddenly itch. Yes, out if the sudden everything itches badly. I suspect its just another case if insect bites. I always forget to spray my room with an insecticide before I sleep. Its strange how I feel I need to something late at night instead of in the day time.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7872183453393211434?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7872183453393211434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7872183453393211434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7872183453393211434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7872183453393211434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/itchy.html' title='Itchy'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8166714289326529246</id><published>2011-06-04T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:18:58.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I have gone from not being able to sleep to feel sleepy the whole day and have the need to take naps is getting to the point that it is critical. I don't think any day is a normal stable day anymore. There is a slight change everyday that feels just as strange. I am so nervous about the soon to be coming Viva, and I have not started on anything yet. It makes me grumpy and I might just lash out to anyone. So might as well take a nap and save the misery of other people from me.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8166714289326529246?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8166714289326529246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8166714289326529246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8166714289326529246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8166714289326529246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1112469499175874309</id><published>2011-06-04T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T02:23:46.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android rant'/><title type='text'>Bad and lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1Pp7o9jV7iU/Tekmr4YmV0I/AAAAAAAAFes/8Ljy3Lav-gE/2011-05-30%25252007.02.59.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1Pp7o9jV7iU/Tekmr4YmV0I/AAAAAAAAFes/8Ljy3Lav-gE/s400/2011-05-30%25252007.02.59.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bad? yeah I can be bad however its mostly due to moodyness. Most people can handle it but some don't want anything to do with me. It's quite fine for me since I find them quite annoying too. However that is what friends are for. Everybody has their flaws which makes them human. Well most of the time, their absence makes no impact in my life but for those few that turned away from me, only time can heal us back together.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1112469499175874309?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1112469499175874309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1112469499175874309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1112469499175874309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1112469499175874309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-and-lazy.html' title='Bad and lazy'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1Pp7o9jV7iU/Tekmr4YmV0I/AAAAAAAAFes/8Ljy3Lav-gE/s72-c/2011-05-30%25252007.02.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8287483894854292209</id><published>2011-05-30T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:18:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start</title><content type='html'>Finally a new phone. As much as I love my BB its time to another brand a chance. This brand is more suited to my budget and lack of a data plan.  Besides it gives me a chance to experienced the android market.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8287483894854292209?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8287483894854292209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8287483894854292209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8287483894854292209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8287483894854292209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-start.html' title='New start'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8481016635063004013</id><published>2011-05-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:07:26.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Hunger</title><content type='html'>:Lately I have always been feeling hungry. Most of the time I feel the need to have something savory instead of sweet. Food with that umami taste, kinda like when I take a lick out of an Ajinomoto Peppersalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could learn how to make savory stuff instead of the usual sweet stuff I do with baking. I pretty much have an idea of what each ingredients in a cookie dough would do and taste like, but when it comes with savory flavours I am at a lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only confirmed savoury flavours that I know I could work&amp;nbsp;with is onions,&amp;nbsp;and garlics because I&amp;nbsp;would know how these two ingredients would smell and taste when added to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I know is because&amp;nbsp;when I am feeling extra special, I&amp;nbsp;would add onions and garlic into my fried eggs. Those boring eggs suddenly becomes more flavourful and I become a bit happier with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make&amp;nbsp;"Kampong" style fried rice, using onions, garlic and anchovies, but it does not seem to work out. I just don't have the basic&amp;nbsp;ratio of each ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that we cook in the kitchen, requires a certain ration of each&amp;nbsp;ingredients. My chef friend told me that a cookie dough will require 3/4 of dry ingredients and 1/4 of wet ingredients in order for it to be a&amp;nbsp;good cookie dough, while another friend told me&amp;nbsp;a cake batter is about&amp;nbsp;50:50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these ratios in mind, you can virtually create any type of cookie and cake according to the ratios that we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now however, savory things are something I have in mind but my principles in cooking these savory things will still be the same which is, it has to be simple, easy and&amp;nbsp;taste damn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8481016635063004013?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8481016635063004013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8481016635063004013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8481016635063004013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8481016635063004013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/05/hunger.html' title='Hunger'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-563359646983970537</id><published>2011-05-15T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:38:31.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Master</title><content type='html'>I was having lunch with a bunch of friends the other day when one of them said "Bud, I first started knowing you when you were doing your masters". I replied "I think everyone knew me when I was doing my masters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally all the friends (and enemies) that I have currently, I found during my masters. My masters took about 4 long, terrible years and its still not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't have friends before I was doing my masters, but most of my friends I made during studying and living in hostels and in a rented apartment. Once we had a semester break or we finished studying, I would never see them again or the friendship will just taper off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends during my masters are radically different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, most of them don't even go to class with me. Second, I found them through social networking sites. Thirdly, I found them through a friend and finally they are much older that I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also creates a problem in my family because I guess they assume I have no friends at all. My mother even exclaimed "Why do you have so many friends?" I never knew there was cap limit in having friends. Her paranoia makes it hard to even get out of the house. When I do tell her, she keep asking questions like, Where did you meet them? How long did you know them? Are they married? Where are their from? Mind you this are questions that are being asked to me in my mid 20s not when I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow she can't really stop me and I do have to slither through her every damn restrictions. Its a challenge that most people with over bearing parents must face. We just gotta keep slithering through it and power through it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means emoing in a blog or Facebook status....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-563359646983970537?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/563359646983970537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=563359646983970537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/563359646983970537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/563359646983970537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/05/master.html' title='Master'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1668914517554932572</id><published>2011-05-06T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:51:04.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><title type='text'>Our Indoor Yard Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-gj0A7TJw/TcO1Grsyc2I/AAAAAAAAFeU/zz4FPtwec7w/s1600/06052011059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-gj0A7TJw/TcO1Grsyc2I/AAAAAAAAFeU/zz4FPtwec7w/s320/06052011059.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our house has been transformed into a boutique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLcsGjKZwGE/TcO1K9wvdOI/AAAAAAAAFeY/_nvvOukxyFE/s1600/06052011058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLcsGjKZwGE/TcO1K9wvdOI/AAAAAAAAFeY/_nvvOukxyFE/s320/06052011058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of these stuff are my older sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CetvIjob0Uk/TcO1Nvf6cdI/AAAAAAAAFec/JqYtKpLI8ng/s1600/06052011055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CetvIjob0Uk/TcO1Nvf6cdI/AAAAAAAAFec/JqYtKpLI8ng/s320/06052011055.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are actually cloths my cousin sells and my sister is selling it for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSWJGyzezOc/TcO1QauYkhI/AAAAAAAAFeg/dHtKei-r3_w/s1600/06052011057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSWJGyzezOc/TcO1QauYkhI/AAAAAAAAFeg/dHtKei-r3_w/s320/06052011057.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A collection of shoes from my mother and sister, but most of them is my sisters. Lots of brand names that she rarely worn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-818vVDzlaVQ/TcO1S4GfPzI/AAAAAAAAFek/AXxJfE6JN70/s1600/06052011056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-818vVDzlaVQ/TcO1S4GfPzI/AAAAAAAAFek/AXxJfE6JN70/s320/06052011056.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lots of nice clothes, that have rarely been worn,&amp;nbsp;worn once or never worn at all. Reasons include she got bored of it, she can't mix or match and the best reason of all "the dress makes you look like a "cicak" ROTFLMAO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1668914517554932572?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1668914517554932572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1668914517554932572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1668914517554932572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1668914517554932572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-indoor-yard-sale.html' title='Our Indoor Yard Sale'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-gj0A7TJw/TcO1Grsyc2I/AAAAAAAAFeU/zz4FPtwec7w/s72-c/06052011059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3122681743136921436</id><published>2011-05-05T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:07:28.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><title type='text'>My Parking Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRmuTfrpVUg/TcH0aXl58qI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/IhwE5lZJ6FY/s1600/parking+lot.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRmuTfrpVUg/TcH0aXl58qI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/IhwE5lZJ6FY/s640/parking+lot.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking in my house is a source of stress for me. This is due to my father's insanity that all cars should be parked inside by sunset. Regardless of what, all cars must be inside, as long as there is still a roof over the porch, the cars must still be in. The figure above is the layout of our parking configuration so that we could fit all 6 cars inside the gate. As you can see, our cars comes in variety of sizes.&amp;nbsp;Mother&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Father are the biggest and longest cars, followed by the Mine. The Sister and&amp;nbsp;older&amp;nbsp;Sister&amp;nbsp;are of similar size while the Brother is the smallest of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to fit in all the cars the&amp;nbsp;Mine &amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp; Brother's car can only be park at that spot only. Mother and Father can changes spots, so does the Sister and Older Sister cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is caused when I come home late and Sister, Older Sister and Brother cars are already inside, so I have to take out 3 cars before putting Mine in and then park back the remaining 3 cars. Stress is also caused when Older Sister comes home late, since she can't park. If she does park, somehow you can open the door or walk around the car. She completely seals the car in. However, Sister and Brother are able to put their cars in and more, so that is not a problem for me. If however any car is blocking the Older Sister car, Mother, Sister, Brother or myself has to get the blocking car out so that Older Sister could get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, parking sucks at my house and imagine trying to park while just woken up from sleep or after a rough night. Stress..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3122681743136921436?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3122681743136921436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3122681743136921436&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3122681743136921436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3122681743136921436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-parking-lot.html' title='My Parking Lot'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRmuTfrpVUg/TcH0aXl58qI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/IhwE5lZJ6FY/s72-c/parking+lot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-4967598931411478679</id><published>2011-05-04T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:34:00.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>I hate having the cold. Its a terrible disease that has no cure, because there is so many bacterias and viruses that causes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me a typical cold will start with a sniffle, and a runny nose. Then the runny nose turns into a blocked nose and the mucus will turn green. After that&amp;nbsp;I developed a sore throat and then you start coughing.&amp;nbsp;I then starts to develop a fever and then end up miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then ran will run out of tissues and have the need to always consume any hot liquid, even hot water is fine during this period because the steam and the warmth helps my nose to be clear. Also since I will blow my nose a lot, my nostril becomes dry and it will starts getting irritated unless I apply some Vaseline to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, and now I am starting to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote before, there is no cure for the common cold. All that they give you is an anti histamine, panadol, cough syrup, sore throat candy and vitamin C. Sometimes they will prescribe you antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti histamine is used for allergies, believe it or not, all that runny nose action is actually the body's way to remove the bacteria or virus that decides to make your nose its home. The body's own reaction of over producing antibody leads to runny noses which provides even a better environment for the bacteria/virus. Anti histamines will help the nose to dry up a bit so that the bacteria/virus won't have a nice place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panadol or paracetamol is a medication so common to most Malaysians. People assume its a cold medicine, but its only a pain killer and one of the best medicine to treat fever. Read the label, it relives PAIN and FEVER due to cold and not the cold itself. Anyhow, since people believe it, the placebo effect should cure them too. Your body will develop a fever because the bacteria/virus cannot live above the normal human body temperature, but too much fever will cause you to have headaches and be delirious, so we need to calm it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough syrup, as the name implied is made to sooth the throat, loosen the phlegm and reduce the cough. Some cough syrup has antihistamine in them, so you get the extra anti histamine along with the anti histamine tablets that the doctors already prescribe to you. Beware, usually the anti histamines in cough syrups are the drowsy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat candy, as the name suggested is given to soothe your throat that has been inflamed by bacteria from your nose that drips down to the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin C is given to fight infection. Its an antioxidants, since the body needs a boost of it to help fight the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have green mucus, when you blow your nose, it means you have an infection and doctors will usually prescribe antibiotics so that you will get better faster. At least that is what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sounds like normal disease but outside of Malaysia, a common cold can kill a person if its not treated. People will usually succumb to pneumonia and die!!. Which is why they take it very seriously and treat it well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not mistaken, a flu differs from a cold, by producing body and joint aches all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am starting to have a cold, since my nose is blocked. Its just a matter of time before it develops to a full blown cold. So I always have anti histamines in hand at all times. You can get it at your local drugstore/chemist for like RM8. The ones I used is Loratadine, to most people including me, it is not drowsy and&amp;nbsp; you just need a tablet each morning. Sometimes when I am allergic to something (my noses run, my eyes waters) I just pop one in and I will feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However during a full blown cold or if the Loratadine does not work, I take this really cheap ass anti histamines called Chlorpheniramine Maleate which cause only RM1.50 for a tab of it.This is a 1st generation anti histamine which means, its very drowsy. So I took it before bedtime. When I was doing my diploma, the campus clinic always gives this as the cold medicine. You had to take it 3 times a day and its so drowsy, that you just faint after taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of my Chlorpheniramine and now down to 1 tablet of Loratadine. These two medication are available at most pharmacy. The pharmacist could prescribe you a different anti histamine but does the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, so far I have been slowing the progress of the cold for almost a week now without antibiotics. Although I prefer to have them since my cold will be heal within a week, but I am afraid of being dependent on it (which I think I am) and that I will develop resistant to the antibiotics. Off I go to the pharmacist tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-4967598931411478679?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/4967598931411478679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=4967598931411478679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4967598931411478679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4967598931411478679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/05/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8983356507137497267</id><published>2011-04-30T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T12:17:18.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>There just some days where I just hate putting my contact lenses in. That incredible mood of laziness combined by the fact I have to take them off before bed makes me rethink about putting them on. Sometimes, if I was lazy enough, I would just sleep in them. Sure its dangerous, but some contact lenses allow you to sleep in them. Softlens 38 allows a person to sleep with their lenses for 1 week but it depends on how well your eyes could cope. Acuvue 2 or Oasys could be left in the eyes for up to 2 weeks, while some lenses such as PureVision can be left in the eyes for up to 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny though, no one in Malaysia that I know recommends it, even though the product inserts (which is available online only) says we could. My coloured lenses from Geo Lenses are those yearly lenses then I could wear to sleep. They are very comfortable, despite what other people says about it. I will getting new ones soon after my claim has been processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also helps that my current glasses are so badly scratched and dirty, that I hated to to wear them now, so its forced upon me to wear my contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all bad, after all most people say, I look good without my glasses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8983356507137497267?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8983356507137497267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8983356507137497267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8983356507137497267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8983356507137497267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-4410853077970093799</id><published>2011-04-28T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:54:24.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>I have a deep connected feeling with cars. Its just something that I was attuned too, even when I was little. No amount of Shi Ra, My Little Pony, Jam and the Hologram, and all the other girl based cartoons that I watched. It was not really my choice, my sister hogged the TV and she still does it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing however that always gathers my interest is cars. I loved those small car models by Hot Wheels. Apparently they are made in Malaysia. I loved cars, I have this strange habit, when I was young, of watching cars go over a speed bump. I don't know why, but I could just sit there staring for half an hour and not get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about cars, is that I am not interested in the sport side of it (F1, Rally, Nascar etc) but more to the normal ones that we drive on the road. Those are the kinds that are made available to us and it is more interesting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me an even more nerd by liking small cars. Instead of 7 Series, S Class, Skyline, Ferrari and Porsche, I am more interested in 1 Series, A Class, 500, and Alto. I just prefer small nippy cars that is easy to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably fits my nature of prefer to live near the city then in rural areas. No one likes traffic jams but we a good sound system, a robust air conditioning system and an automatic gear box, its not so bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am on the argument with my parents on the next car that we should have. They will probably flip if I wanted an i10 or Alto, so right now its a fight between 3 Protons, Gen2 CPS, Persona HL and Neo CPS. My mother wants a sedan, my dad wants a sport car, while the public thinks Gen2 CPS is the same as the old Gen2 that keeps having problems and breaking down. Me? I want freedom. The fight still goes on, I decided to not care at all for now, or pretend to like Persona or Neo. I will get my pick in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-4410853077970093799?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/4410853077970093799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=4410853077970093799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4410853077970093799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4410853077970093799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-195572970248520826</id><published>2011-04-28T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:55:00.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>I do laundry at night, in fact. I just finished doing it. I do my own laundry now because I am furious how some of my clothes get ruined in the laundry (buttons missing, my mother &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;bleached &lt;/span&gt;anything that is white, etc). I am lazy to do it in the morning, since I am either sleeping or had something else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not really come out fresh like if you dry it in the sun because it was damp overnight, but with enough fabric softener and detergent, its not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having to wash clothes by hand when I was doing my diploma. I was the only boy wearing gloves while washing clothes. So nerdy, but it did keep my hands soft. Also I was one of the rare ones using fabric softener. Fabric softener makes it feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did my degree and lived in an apartment with 7 other people, we bought a semi auto washing machine and hung the clothes to dry at our balcony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with both study sessions, I only do laundry at night. Yes there is a timer on the washing machine that will delay the wash for 9 hours, but the slot for the fabric softener is stupid and it does not work. It does not dispense automatically at the last rinse cycle, so you have to do it manually in order to get the maximum effect of the softener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the USA, I always follow my mom to do the laundry at the self operated Laundromat. We did this till we were bought our own washing machine. In late spring, summer and early autumn we could dry our clothes outdoors, but in early spring, late fall and winter, we would have to drive to the local Laundromat and use the dryer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember but sometimes my mother would drive the car to the Laundromat and sometimes I would drag the laundry basket (which was a huge trash bin that we stole from the local park) with wheels at the bottom and dry the clothes. for 75 cent per load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;would just wait there for 45 minutes until the laundry was done and then return home. Thank goodness we don't change so much clothes in the winter because we don't sweat that much. Ah. laundry, so many memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-195572970248520826?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/195572970248520826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=195572970248520826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/195572970248520826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/195572970248520826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6601339695415349677</id><published>2011-04-26T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:12:01.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>Baking is not hard, I don't get it why people think its such as fussy thing to do. Sure there are baking techniques that are complicated and required many steps to do, but there is also recipes for baking cakes and cookies that are so simple, its almost fool proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the delicious cakes and cookies that I made for my family and friends are so insanely simple, but are a crowd pleaser. These are recipes that you just measure using cups and throw in a bowl and mix them together before throwing it in&amp;nbsp;a greased baking tin and bake for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you buy a cookie when its so easy to make it at home, and you can add more chocolate chip or nuts to your pleasure, why buy a sponge cake when its so easy to make. Why buy a frosting when making it yourself allows for plenty of leftover for finger licking goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps since I am more tuned into baking, I feel baking is something effortless. I can't really make any main course meals. Even fried rice seems hard for me because I can't get the taste that you get from fried rice at roadside stalls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6601339695415349677?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6601339695415349677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6601339695415349677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6601339695415349677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6601339695415349677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8918926556258167871</id><published>2011-04-21T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:11:40.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Female Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are two kinds of drivers on the road. Female Drivers and Drivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Female Drivers are unsure where to go, they hesitate when trying to overtake or trying to cross an intersection. They are slow on the fast lane and like to be in between lanes. They are horrible at parking because they take forever to park and usually its not even aligned well. Most of the times they remain quiet and unseen on the road, but you can spot them from a mile from the mistakes they make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drivers are secure people on the road. They know where to go and are confident at what ever they are doing. They drive fast and know which lane is the best way to go. They park very easily in any situation, even&amp;nbsp; parallel parking using a large car without rear sensors. Most of the times they remain like any other cars on the road, but give them a deadline and you can see them zooming frantically beside you while flashing their lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Female Drivers are generally females who does not spend much time on the road, who are always chauffeured everywhere, but during emergency or during times when people don't want to deal with them, they will drive. If a man drives like a Female Driver, then I need him to give back his Man Card to me, because he does not deserve to be a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drivers are usually males, its in their blood to drive, just like riding horses, camels, elephants or a Banshee. They can be frantically fast or just cruise slowly in the left lane with a girl on their side. A woman could be a Driver if she spends all of her time driving or she drives into and out of KL daily. She will probably give you the finger you are slow in front of her and she will flash you if you are blocking her way, just like a real man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what type of driver are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I love it when a woman yells out a Female Driver. "Patut lah, perempuan yg bawak" "Damn Female Driver" "Alahai Kak,&amp;nbsp;cepat lah siket bawak kereta" "Bodoh lah perempuan ni"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8918926556258167871?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8918926556258167871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8918926556258167871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8918926556258167871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8918926556258167871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/female-drivers.html' title='Female Drivers'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1416648671142656053</id><published>2011-04-21T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:57:00.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Surge</title><content type='html'>I noticed that I recently been reaching 3 figures readers on my blog, Usually I only get 2 figures readers in my blog each day, but now its topping to 3&amp;nbsp;figures more often. Gosh, I'm embrassed of the shit they read in my reflection posts, which is in abundance now. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/communitychannel"&gt;Natalie Tran&lt;/a&gt;, video blogs, I like to write what ever things that pops in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it short and into a lot of paragraphs, so people can skip the parts that they are bored to read or just skim through it. I'm just fucking lazy to post any pictures, although if my Blackberry was still here, I would take picture of anything interesting, attach it to my email and email it using my Blackberry to Blogger so that it would become a blog entry. That has to wait for a while, till I get a job and Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my experience with CO2 Laser Resurfacing technique at &lt;a href="http://www.medivironuoa.com/"&gt;Mediviron UOA&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;did bring some readers into this emo ish blog. Although I was not one the candidates that maintain excellent results, due to my acne problems which basically cancelled all of the collagen inducing benefits of a CO2 Laser Resurfacing, I would still do it again, and other stuff that the clinic offers, such as Duromine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing that I noticed about my blog by viewing my readers using &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnangs&lt;/a&gt; counter that I don't have readers from other Nuffnang readers. If I do, its very little. So most of my readers are actually my Facebook friends, which I linked this account too. Most of them are silent readers, which is okay with me. Comments are just bonuses, but I am glad somebody is actually accidentally reading all this shit I write. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta love Nuffnangs for giving a chance to win all of those movie tickets. Its awesome to watch movies that are shown earlier than the rest of the world. Pure AWESOMENESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun having the chance to share what I feel to the world. Its my own reality show that people could read into. I am not that ready to do a video blog yet, but who knows, I just might do it too, just for the hell of it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1416648671142656053?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1416648671142656053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1416648671142656053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1416648671142656053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1416648671142656053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/surge.html' title='Surge'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2926255201387522275</id><published>2011-04-19T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:00:09.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Job Fair</title><content type='html'>Job fair sucks. Especially for me, who wants to be in an education sector, specifically medical parasitology. I think the possibility of me teaching that subject is quite low, unless I have a Phd in it. Then, Universities will start calling me, or at least I would be eligible in calling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never been to a job fair, but a friend nudge me to go there and hand them my CV with confidence. I kinda choked at that particular nudge, so I decided to google about Job fairs. Its basically a huge job interviews with many companies. So you need to go there with a business casual wear, CV and a basic understanding of their company. I had my CV, had business casual wear stuff in my closet, but when I checked&amp;nbsp;the companies that were participating. None of them were interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do the old fashion way, of mailing my CV to the particular colleges that has medical students or health science students. Since I am a fresh graduate, they probably put me in the labs to oversee the students during a lab practical, which is something I do now anyways or take care of their tutor classes where we discuss questions and assignments. I am now actually open with any biology related subjects, although my forte is still parasitology, because its the only interesting subject that I loved in my degree days. However, I could always try other subjects, its what people do when they get a job, which is learning new skills at the work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job = freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps after I get my freedom, my relationships with my parents would be much better than it is now. Right now, all I can do is ignore them, work around their boundaries and use up all their money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2926255201387522275?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2926255201387522275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2926255201387522275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2926255201387522275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2926255201387522275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/job-fair.html' title='Job Fair'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2959940637889621447</id><published>2011-04-19T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:26:18.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tension'/><title type='text'>27 turning 7</title><content type='html'>Where are you? How come your are not home last night? What are you doing? When are you coming back home? Who are you sleeping with? Where are you sleeping last night? Where did you go? What friends? Who are your friends? Where are they from? Who do they live with? What do they do for a living? Where did you meet them? How did you know them? Are they married? Do they have a girlfriend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these are actual question my mother ask me, and question that my dad asks my mother to ask me. These are the questions that I have to answer, not when I was 7, not when I was 17, but now, at the age of 27. So tell me, would'nt you feel suffocated, especially at this age, to be ask such questions. What the fuck is wrong with my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owhh you would say, they are just parents worried about you. Fuck that advice. Its called being annoyingly excessively overbearing. Yeah, you could say I am overeacting like child, well, fuck you. If they are going to treat me like a child, I'm gonna fucking rant like one. Its stupid beyond belief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they will ask, why did Budlee stop visiting us, Its because of these fucking questionaires that bugs my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I did sms my mother, of where I am going, or what I am going to do. Sometimes its better to leave out the details, because all of the question above will be asked and its fucking annoying at this age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they even have something that they want me to do when they asked of my whereabouts.. Fuck no.. They want me inside the house at all time, accesible to them. FUCK THAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here, in the same fucking state. I can comeback if they had something for me to do. I would, but being annoyingly persistance with stupid fucking questions, is fucking stupid. They do have 4 other children okay, please bother them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you if you say this is normal, you can have them, but leave their money to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2959940637889621447?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2959940637889621447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2959940637889621447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2959940637889621447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2959940637889621447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/27-turning-7.html' title='27 turning 7'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7177632463055451566</id><published>2011-04-14T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:49:43.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Wrong Side</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woke up on the wrong side of bed? Its a saying describing that you woke up feeling like shit. I felt that way today and I had a great day yesterday watching Scream 4 with a friend. Yet, another free ticket from Nuffnang.. YEAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you called me a nasty bastard, I only got 1 out of 3 free moving tickets this time. The other 2 movies that I missed out was The Roommate and Hop. I paid for Hop, Hop was an average movie. I prefer this over The Chipmunks since they were made from the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt lightheaded so much from a sudden rush or panic or adrenaline rush? I did, I felt like I need to run, scream or bitch slap someone. All because my co-supervisor sent me an email about a career fair in UPM and that I realised that I miss spelled Microbiology (I typed Micorbiology...,,,f%ck). Adding salt to the wound I&amp;nbsp;forgot to write what post I was&amp;nbsp;interested in&amp;nbsp;that college.&amp;nbsp;Anyhow, it was silly mistake and there is not much I can do, except hope they did not notice that mistake and that they would ask me if what position I was interested in. MAHSA college called me, but it was for a position in Sabah. A wee bit too far for a fresh graduate if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I will end this post, with my acne is not getting worse not is it getting better. Its just keep coming, like I just hit puberty. Now if&amp;nbsp; itwere a another puberty stage,I wish I would be taller and a few more inch would be added to my... erm.. never mind... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7177632463055451566?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7177632463055451566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7177632463055451566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7177632463055451566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7177632463055451566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/wrong-side.html' title='Wrong Side'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5207076839122970188</id><published>2011-04-13T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:03:32.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>You just have to love a service center that provides many free stuff for the waiting customers, because one does have to wait a few hours before their car is finished service. Especially if you are a walk in customer that decides to go to the SC at 11am, like me. So it will take at least 2 hours minimum before your car is finished.&amp;nbsp; Ah well, I will finish their coffee&amp;nbsp;and use up their wifi. So far, I used the Dealer service centre from Honda and Perodua. So far, its okay. Not much to complain about. I do have two particular SC that I go to. Imavest near MRR2 for Honda and Perodua SC in Bandar Teknologi Kajang. Although, there is a new Perodua SC near Sg Sekamat which is nearer our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.. car just finished after 3 hours..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-5207076839122970188?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5207076839122970188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5207076839122970188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5207076839122970188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5207076839122970188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/service.html' title='Service'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6846843530461744782</id><published>2011-04-10T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:53:23.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a bunch of hot air. At first they want to sell the Mercedes then suddenly they want to keep it, but&amp;nbsp;it needs&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;change into a smaller engine. I checked with JPJ, and it could be done since we don't need extra forms or checks to downgrade the engine into a 2000cc engine. It if were up to me and me only, I would love to have a diesel engine, since the car won't be used as much and diesel is cheaper then petrol. However, I've never driven a diesel so what do I know. I guess that leaves us to a normal 2000cc engine. Who cares if its sluggish, I only drive 90km/h on the highway. Anyhow, I think I will be on the search for this engine at the two local halfcut shops I go to, whenever I needed parts for my car &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of parts, dammit, I will be needing some parts for my Viva's side mirror. My mechanic told me that I could just get the motor from halfcuts but still uses my original black mirrors, so I am working on getting a Mira folding side mirror for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also I need to service my dad's Honda Accord, all the way at Ampang service centre. Damn far..but my parents felt it was the best service centre...(I practically service all the cars, except the Jazz, my sister told Honda to pick it up and delivered to her by 5pm.. AWESOME)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad asked me what car I wanted. Yeah, sounds like&amp;nbsp; I am a spoiled brat, but hear me out. He asked what I wanted, but I knew he only wanted one car and that car is a Satria Neo CPS. He wanted me to have it 3 years ago, but I took the Viva, I think he is still bitter about it. Now is another chance for him to get me to buy a Neo. I drove the car multiple times now, courtesy of a friend, but I am not sure its courtesy, because he forces me to drive his car everywhere when I am riding with him. I drove for like 2 hours sometimes, for no apparent reason, because he likes car rides...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, the question my dad asked me was a trick question because the car I wanted&amp;nbsp;was something he does not approve (Hyundai i10, Suzuki Alto, another Viva, Myvi, basically small cars)&amp;nbsp; I narrowed it to Persona (for size and how it feels like our Mercedes and the Neo, because he wants it). My mom said that my dad likes the Persona, but I know other wise. After a bit of chat at the breakfast table, he hints that a Neo is bettter due to, that is sporty, it looks young, and he is tired of too many sedans in the house (there is only 2, including his Accord), and that it will upgrade my image from a nerd. Okay perhaps I lied about the last one, but the rest of it is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In conclusion.. I actually don't mind at all getting the Neo, since I drove my friend's Neo, so many times, I feel I could live with it. Heck, I could just blow down RM10k and upgrade the engine using R3 parts... Now.. I just need a job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6846843530461744782?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6846843530461744782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6846843530461744782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6846843530461744782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6846843530461744782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-4796272705395286270</id><published>2011-04-10T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:32:16.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Mine, his, popped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My brother comes into my room the other day and said that he likes to trade in my Kristar for an LC, because he wants to ride the motorbike now instead of my car. If it was my choice, my money, I would totally give a piece of my mind, but I did anyway. Its like, whatever man, change into anything you want, if you have the money. He snapped back with a weak comment "sure, its your bike, its under your name, so whatever". My brother is full of hot air, he talk a lot of smack and nothing ever really materialize from his talk. All talk and no walk. He will be driving my Viva, instead of my bike and then blames it our parents for not letting him experienced hardship. Ugh.. this was one of his many lame reasons for everything. He did go to class because its hard/its not the subject he likes/no one in the class likes him etc etc. Seriously, its&amp;nbsp;too much crap a person could handle really. Its like whatever, he won't even fix the damn car because my mom says he is too young looking and he will get cheated. LAME excuse mom, and you see how he gets away with everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usually I am always pessimistic to whatever my brother says, because I know he is lying or twisting the story anyhow. Although last Friday, my mother was concerned that my brother is cutting class today, because when she called him at 1.10pm, she says he sounded like he just woke up, even though he has class from 11am-1pm. As much as I like to view it negatively, I think his class finished early, some lecturer never use their 2 hour period. Ah well, just one of the rare moments, that I think positively about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, I am pimple popping this pimple prone skin. However this time one of the popping action became gross, instead of the pimple pop and bursting its white guts out, this time it became brown. Euwww, it was so nasty. I think if i leave it to long, it will become a huge boil on my face. It has to go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-4796272705395286270?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/4796272705395286270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=4796272705395286270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4796272705395286270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4796272705395286270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/mine-his-popped.html' title='Mine, his, popped'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7280758718811840453</id><published>2011-04-08T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:51:17.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Sale</title><content type='html'>I was helping my friend find somes new clothes to wear to court, apparently he has to aid some investigation or something. He gave all his shirts, slacks, belts, ties and shoes away since his line of work, does not need him to wear those things. So he had to get them all back. Whenever I go shopping, I can't seem to be able to find my size, because strangely, everything is just too small. I was surprised that most of the clothes that were on sale, was only available in my size (XL, XXL, 17, 40, 42). I was like.. WHOAA.... so many options, nice options too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely shop at Metro Kajang, due to the fact I was poisoned by my sister that this mall does not have any nice stuff in it. Actually. I could do all my shopping there without having to travel all the way to K.L. They make everything in my size. &lt;strong&gt;Convenient...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin? As usual, its in the pimple forming stages. Since I now shave regularly, most likely due to the "second" puberty stage, which does cause my massive acne breakouts, its gets harder to shave. Due to the fact my acne does grow where the facial hair is (chin, cheek, jaw). So I really gotta be careful while shave, and hope that I don't cut the pimple off my face. Its sounds nice, but I think it maybe a bit painful.. OUCH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7280758718811840453?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7280758718811840453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7280758718811840453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7280758718811840453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7280758718811840453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/sale.html' title='Sale'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5927002757074974626</id><published>2011-04-06T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:03:50.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>6.30pm at Perlis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I did my diploma years ago at UiTM, Perlis, we had free accommodation and free meals. Yeah, that was a blast! You could use the rest of the Ptptn money for other more "important" things such as a laptop, handphone, or hand held console. Anyhow, I remember breakfast would be around 7.00am-8.30am, lunch would be around 12.30pm-2.00pm and dinner would be around 6.30pm-7.30pm. I always skipped breakfast because I was to lazy to wake up early and that I felt when I ate breakfast, I became even more hungry by lunch, must be the increased metabolism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, I would always, ALWAYS have my dinner at 6.30pm. I would wait at my friend's Syafir's room or Azril's room to go and eat. I just like to have dinner early, and I was starving by then. We can scoop as much rice as we want, then we would have one main dish, one side dish, a vegetable dish, a piece of fruit and all you can drink ice Cordial drink. Most of the time the food was great, I loved it, although I got diarrhea for like the first month. Anyhow being early means you get the first pick of everything instead of the leftovers that no ones likes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those that comes from a rich family would snuff at the "poor quality" food that was served, while those that came from poorer family would feel that this was FEAST. A friend of a friend of a friend told me his friend came from a poor family and he had 10 siblings. Sometimes they would have to share 1 piece of fish with his siblings,so when&amp;nbsp;he came to UiTM, he&amp;nbsp;gets to eat a whole fish, chicken or meat all by himself!!. It was definitely a feast for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got a friend that would eat every single thing on his plate. Like, there would not be any bones, skins, herbs or gravy left. He only uses his hands to eat and his plates was so clean and clear, it amazes me till this day. On the other end of the spectrum, I have a friend who never finishes what he takes, like he would almost always leave half&amp;nbsp;of his food on the plate. He never finishes it ever! What a waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I still kept that habit till today, unless of course we had tea and I was still full when the clock reached 6.30pm. I need some more tea time food to eat. We need biscuits to dip in tea, bread to have jam or butter with or even just a granola bar. Errrgh lapar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-5927002757074974626?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5927002757074974626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5927002757074974626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5927002757074974626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5927002757074974626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/630pm-at-perlis.html' title='6.30pm at Perlis'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6861985219727593272</id><published>2011-04-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:40:08.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just finished my 25g Oxy, pimple medication. Yeah, that's the largest tube, in like 1 month and a half. That is a lot of Oxy, usage. It took me half a year to finish a 5g tube, before. Sigh, its the sign of how bad my skin has become. Right now, I am not sure whether to go and try a 10% Oxy or try a gel version of Benzoyl peroxide (Oxy is a cream).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know if you dyed your hair, a week ago. Not just because the colour looked unnatural (actually it is) but I can see the roots. I dye my hair black, so that regardless of what, no one will know I dyed it. I kinda like black over any other colors now. I recently watched a lot of Youtube videos featuring Asian people such as Ryan Higa and Kevin Jumba. I can see from their older videos they had dyed blond hair, but as we come to recent video, all of them embraced their Asianess and had jet black hair. Probably because they are Youtube artists now and has a&amp;nbsp; PR telling them what to do and where. I guess the only normal place to be blond if you are Asian is Japan or Korea, where 50% of people dyed their hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to have a problem sleeping a few weeks ago, now I feel sleepy at noon and during dusk. Heh.. I rather be sleepy that have that terrible insomnia anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6861985219727593272?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6861985219727593272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6861985219727593272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6861985219727593272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6861985219727593272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/out.html' title='Out'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-1822194525008707359</id><published>2011-04-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:00:07.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>630</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went out with a friend recently to search for a pair of sunglasses. We went from downtown to uptown for a pair and failed to find any. We lost hope on finding the perfect pair until he told me, we should go to a local shopping mall that, neither of us, have been to for a long time. We walked in the first optical shop that we saw, and he immediately found a pair of sunglasses that he liked. It was on sale, about 30% off the retail price. The sunglasses cost approximately RM 630 after discount and he paid it without batting an eye lid, with cash. I just kept quiet all the time although I did ask him whether he liked to walk around first, but he insisted on getting that pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RM630 for a pair of sunglasses, DAMN... I told to friend A, who was&amp;nbsp;a student like me, and his jaw dropped, when I told my friend B, who has been working for a while, did not even blink his eyes. Apparently its a normal price for a Ray Ban sunglasses. Damn... I guess in my eyes big ticket items that are more than 2 digits are bloody expensive to me, to me now I guess. Maybe I'll change once I am employed and when I want something really nice to have. At least you know where your money went by getting something this expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have another friend, who is reaching 30, but is already buying his 3rd home. Some people are still renting, while he is preparing to buy his 3rd home!!!. Albeit its just a flat, but its still a 5 digit number!. Even the down payment is a 5 digit number and he casually has it in the bank. Some people don't even have a 5 digit in their savings account just laying there and collecting interest. I called him stingy although he claims to spend all his money. I was like.... dude.. people buy sunglasses, you bought a flat!. He has been working for nearly 10 years, so I guess that is normal. For me, I think he makes a good decision to get an asset that is recession proof and that pays for itself. I really like the government incentive of providing a 100% loan to private sector workers on their first home that cost between 100k-200k. I can't wait to be eligible for it, if I am not able to get into the government sector for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, I gotta get back to reality and&amp;nbsp;better just study my thesis and apply for a job now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-1822194525008707359?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/1822194525008707359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=1822194525008707359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1822194525008707359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/1822194525008707359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/04/630.html' title='630'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3044892063208627065</id><published>2011-03-31T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:10:59.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H1Yt0xJKDY8" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obsessed? Who me? Pretty much. About what? A lot of things, my close friends would tell you the things I am obsessed with. However, right now, I am&amp;nbsp;obsessed with my skin. Damn, other than family, this has to be one of the most written post I did. I can't help it, I used to have clear skin, clear but oily, but god dammit, it was still clear. Now its like 27 going 13, I could even see the acne forming right before my eyes. I knew it was going from bad to worst since my barber could not perform his job like he usually does. He actually nick one of the pimples at my temple and it bled. When he was trimming my side burns he stayed away from the pimples at the jaw line. When he was putting some yellow cooling "toner" on my scalp, no longer he massaged my forehead, temple or eyebrows anymore, heck he did not even put any muscle when he was massaging my scalp. Noooooo!!!!!! and that was one the best thing about getting a haircut there, which the scalp massage that he does :(. So sad., again so sad. I though I have it under control when I wake up in the morning, I see my face is clearing up, and then when we reach evening, I could see new cyst, yeah cyst, like my parasites!!! not pimples but cyst!!!! forming and I do think it puss now, and not sebum, forming right before my eyes. What the hell man!!! Arrrgh. Now I look just like a few of my friends with bad acne and their face is clearing up!!. My friend told me, that it does not matter, people will still like you. I told him, I know&amp;nbsp;that but right now, I am the one who has to face the mirror and see my face deteriorates, I am the one who has to feel the bumps on my skin when I wash it, I am the one felt the pain if I knocked my my temple and blood is spattered everywhere, not because of a cut but because a pimple burst. These looks like miniature boils now, boils and cyst with puss. Do I have a right to be obsessed about this? DAMN right I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3044892063208627065?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3044892063208627065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3044892063208627065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3044892063208627065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3044892063208627065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H1Yt0xJKDY8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2589021197826470621</id><published>2011-03-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:42:32.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/17M_pWtRsew" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had trouble sleeping last week. It was so bad, that I managed to get indigestion, stomach ache and diarrhea. However food poisoning could be the case but&amp;nbsp;the doctor said my stomach was full of "wind", I think because I was awake, I became hungry, and due to "dieting" I refuse to eat anything. It ends up my stomach produced too much acid and I got all of the above symptom. Its kinda odd with this week. Suddenly I feel sleepy like most of the time, I took naps practically any moment I get. One surge of sleeping patterned to another, I&amp;nbsp;hope get my normal sleeping pattern back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2589021197826470621?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2589021197826470621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2589021197826470621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2589021197826470621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2589021197826470621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/asleep.html' title='Asleep'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/17M_pWtRsew/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-7506345319215360979</id><published>2011-03-29T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:09:00.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Can you handle this s#*t?</title><content type='html'>Can you handle this shit? What shit am I talking about. Truth. When we were little, we were tol d that honesty is the best policy, however when we get older, that is not always the way to go. If we were dead honest with most of our answers, we probably be dead. Sometimes its best not to say anything or reveal anything. This move however is could back fire to you and cause even more deadly consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine told me the truth is like a shotgun to the chest. You feel the full force of the shot, you could clearly see the shooter, it hurts and you know when you are about to be killed. A gruesome end really, but compared that to a lie, its like being shot by a sniper, you never knew what hit you, till you die, if the shooter misses, and you survived, it would hurt, but you never would believe that you were the target. Two different way to die, to describe truth and a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we love lies, it keeps us comfortable. Sometimes its not a lie, its just pretending or denying the truth exist. We live a lie and if we loose control of it, it will eat us alive. So you want the truth? Can you handle such brutal honesty? It will definitely cut the honeymoon short and you will be faced with the naked truth. Perhaps it is better to know everything, how can you get mad if you know the truth and reason behind it? Maybe you just ignore the excess baggage that comes with the truth and just move on forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, what on earth I am talking about, but I think you get what I mean. Can you handle this shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-7506345319215360979?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/7506345319215360979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=7506345319215360979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7506345319215360979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/7506345319215360979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/can-you-handle-this-st.html' title='Can you handle this s#*t?'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6543690787618749548</id><published>2011-03-29T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T02:06:00.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>CO2 Laser Resurfacing 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its almost a month or more since I last undergo a procedure called CO2 Laser Resurfacing. This is the result. The picture on the left is before and the picture on the right is after the procedure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-wWNIqPn50/TZDLtMvVz5I/AAAAAAAAFeM/vFjx34Td6pE/s1600/Slide1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-wWNIqPn50/TZDLtMvVz5I/AAAAAAAAFeM/vFjx34Td6pE/s400/Slide1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv21_sw5ksM/TZDLoYqHXgI/AAAAAAAAFeI/gF5cBvVxWwE/s1600/before+after+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv21_sw5ksM/TZDLoYqHXgI/AAAAAAAAFeI/gF5cBvVxWwE/s400/before+after+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was more concerned with the large pigmentation on my right cheek as seen in the second picture.&amp;nbsp;I blame it on my poor blackberry camera for the before photos and the 5megapixle Nokia after photos. I can see that pigmentation on my right cheek has been reduce significantly in size and colour. Its also less noticeable now. For my acne scars, some of it has improved especially the dent on my fore head. However, most of the noticeable result is gone, because I kept having more acne on my face which created newer scars. In general, I do feel the skin is more refined despite the onslaught of acne. I noticed that the bumps on my nose due to blackheads is almost unnoticeable to my eyes. Even my pores seemed smaller now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I do it again? If I had the money I would definitely try to erase as much scars on my face as I can. I just have to control my acne now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6543690787618749548?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6543690787618749548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6543690787618749548&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6543690787618749548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6543690787618749548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/co2-laser-resurfacing-2.html' title='CO2 Laser Resurfacing 2'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-wWNIqPn50/TZDLtMvVz5I/AAAAAAAAFeM/vFjx34Td6pE/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8804191836316297580</id><published>2011-03-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:33:01.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>They Say</title><content type='html'>Its caused by your facial, they say&lt;br /&gt;Its caused by your eating habits, they say&lt;br /&gt;Its caused by the face cream you use, they say&lt;br /&gt;Its caused by dirty blood, they say&lt;br /&gt;Its caused by stress, they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say many things about my acne, there is not solid proof they are wrong or I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I went to the clinic and asked about my acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its caused by weight increased, they say.. (My weight is maintained, I never gained large amount of weight in a short time)&lt;br /&gt;Its caused by bacteria infection, they say (I was my face twice a day with a cleanser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its caused by the hormone called androgen, an important hormone for stress and during puberty.... So its either I am stress (I don't feel stressed) or I am going through a second phase of puberty??. Actually I have always thought that hormonal changes is the cause of my breakout. Its what happened when&amp;nbsp; I was 13, when&amp;nbsp; I first started to have acne. So now, I am going on antibiotics and will monitor the progress of my acne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When one pimple is treated, another comes out. Its a constant war on my skin. Please be grateful if you were born or have perfect skin. Acne is terrible especially if they start to hurt like a boil (bisul). Ouch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8804191836316297580?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8804191836316297580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8804191836316297580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8804191836316297580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8804191836316297580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-say.html' title='They Say'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3432941610768724605</id><published>2011-03-26T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:09:57.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talk about a rude awakening. After a day of insomnia. yup, finally gotten insomnia but no point since I am not doing any work, which is followed by an upset stomach the whole day, and finally when I managed to be able to sleep, I was woken up by my mother saying there is a neighborhood clean up day and then I heard people, trucks and chainsaw oh my. Owh when I finally woke&amp;nbsp;up, my mother said, "well thank goodness I told your father you have an upset stomach"..."I did Ma" I said. "Owh you did?, I did not know that"... Well Ma, I was sick the whole friday, so I stayed in my room mostly, only to go out to Friday prayers and to send in my resume through the mail. Really at almost 28, I gotta get freaked out by my dad's reaction. I do hope this resume thing goes through. Its really a good time to spend time apart from my family. All I need in my own place is mattress, my laptop, a place to hang my clothes, a fan, an internet access&amp;nbsp;and a kettle. That is what I call freedom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3432941610768724605?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3432941610768724605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3432941610768724605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3432941610768724605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3432941610768724605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-5900639367494237848</id><published>2011-03-14T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:25:34.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>Its really time to cool down, from everything, from my skin, from my dad, from my prof, from my personal life. No reason for me to get all worked up if the same outcome or better outcome would be achieve if I was calm. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing&amp;nbsp;suck even more than my skin, the dissaster that struck Japan is far worser and people there got it much worser that any of us in Malaysia is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-12307698"&gt;Watch it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z83GP1htLR4/TX369GOxCYI/AAAAAAAAFd0/_j2exvdKwlg/s1600/japan05.sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50.sJPG+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z83GP1htLR4/TX369GOxCYI/AAAAAAAAFd0/_j2exvdKwlg/s320/japan05.sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50.sJPG+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/6682457608070934925-5900639367494237848?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/5900639367494237848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=5900639367494237848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5900639367494237848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/5900639367494237848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z83GP1htLR4/TX369GOxCYI/AAAAAAAAFd0/_j2exvdKwlg/s72-c/japan05.sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50.sJPG+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-346737289906293539</id><published>2011-03-10T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:37:33.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lots of things are changing in my life. I think its reflecting on my skin. It used to clear but oily, then pigmentation and oily. &amp;nbsp;then acne starting breaking out,&amp;nbsp;pigmentation&amp;nbsp;and it was still oily, then&amp;nbsp;after extractions at the facial and laser resurfacing at the clinic, acne is still breaking out but instead of framing my forehead, the acne is now framing my jaw. I think the skin is now less oily that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps whats going on in life does reflect on your skin, I wonder if anyone else experienced the same thing. I just can't go out and buy whatever skin care that smells good or on sale now. I am afraid of how my skin would react to it now. I used to know, what will happened with each product that I used, now I am just confused as my skin is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That includes life too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-346737289906293539?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/346737289906293539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=346737289906293539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/346737289906293539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/346737289906293539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3252568374880532140</id><published>2011-03-06T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:54:04.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Beastly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beastly? Sounds like Coach Beastie in Glee, a french name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sDVBayhm6c4/TXMdebkFKiI/AAAAAAAAFdc/QLxdsOVaIQ4/s1600/61571_glg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sDVBayhm6c4/TXMdebkFKiI/AAAAAAAAFdc/QLxdsOVaIQ4/s320/61571_glg.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As I wrote earlier, this move is an adaptation of the famous fairy tale, Beauty and The Beast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LDnX_2-2Vpw/TXMdhXnLBuI/AAAAAAAAFdg/S09irJ8g9ts/s1600/6684_6975765937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LDnX_2-2Vpw/TXMdhXnLBuI/AAAAAAAAFdg/S09irJ8g9ts/s320/6684_6975765937.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have the "prince" an arrogant high school student who believed good looks are everything. He can't help it, his dad ingrained this idea in him every single day. Poor thing had to BBM his dad for attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AkjVw_D2rnk/TXMdj4wbrzI/AAAAAAAAFdk/xU_6JEnsVxE/s1600/54503_glg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AkjVw_D2rnk/TXMdj4wbrzI/AAAAAAAAFdk/xU_6JEnsVxE/s320/54503_glg.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;His bitterness and arrogance has lead him to become this bald tattooed person, who is shunned from everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--JJXL_Tidoo/TXMdmPRjI5I/AAAAAAAAFdo/NtyN5SiJESk/s1600/6042_9325055408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--JJXL_Tidoo/TXMdmPRjI5I/AAAAAAAAFdo/NtyN5SiJESk/s320/6042_9325055408.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the witch who decided to teach him a lesson that you are only as beautiful as you are inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HT9unkviCwE/TXMdpsRT2LI/AAAAAAAAFds/Ce7oBYoEJns/s1600/6933_11323468584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HT9unkviCwE/TXMdpsRT2LI/AAAAAAAAFds/Ce7oBYoEJns/s320/6933_11323468584.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was the girl, who actually could see through his arrogance. In fact she loved his straight forward manner and non pretentious views, however obnoxious it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o_cWZk1MFjY/TXMduDEx2EI/AAAAAAAAFdw/1nYby686F64/s1600/beastly_movie_image_neil_patrick_harris_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o_cWZk1MFjY/TXMduDEx2EI/AAAAAAAAFdw/1nYby686F64/s320/beastly_movie_image_neil_patrick_harris_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This a the blind tutor that also sees what a beautiful person he is on the inside, which is hurting but tried to cover it up with being arrogant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿This is a chick flick. Meaning, your girl friends and the girl in you, would love it. My sister said she has not seen this type of movie for a long time (what about Twilight?, I think I am Number 4 got some chick flick stuff in it too?). The audience seemed to liked it too, with all of us going aww and oooh at the same time.&amp;nbsp;I think its worth watching if you are into these type of movies. Give it a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3252568374880532140?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3252568374880532140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3252568374880532140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3252568374880532140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3252568374880532140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/beastly.html' title='Beastly'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sDVBayhm6c4/TXMdebkFKiI/AAAAAAAAFdc/QLxdsOVaIQ4/s72-c/61571_glg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6613056961844846844</id><published>2011-03-06T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:57:14.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Baking Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ft3-s-3cowY/TXJld7rtLKI/AAAAAAAAFdY/W2Cl1K1Ra8A/s1600/IMG01768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ft3-s-3cowY/TXJld7rtLKI/AAAAAAAAFdY/W2Cl1K1Ra8A/s320/IMG01768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mayonnaise Chocolate cake. Trust me, its sounds nasty, but it does not taste like mayonnaise and it taste great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not much to do on this particular Saturday, every body was doing their own thing, traveling, going out, outstation and so on. I decided to take a nap, the whole day. I could go to the gym but perhaps I will go on Sunday, all the laser scars on my face has gone away and my face does not feel itchy anymore. Night life? hmm not so much, but I think its good, but its weird that today was the day I felt I need to go out, although I did technically for brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow through some of the madness that I faced these past few months, I always forgot that baking always fills my time up and it allows me to forget about stuff. Another bonus of baking is the end result, I have freshly baked items and other people can enjoy them. When people enjoy what I made, it makes me happy. Most of the things I baked, such a cookies can be kept for a month and during that month, there are bound to be family or friends dropping by. Its like an ego boost in a Tupperwear, because my mom would be so proud that her son bakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say I am fishing for compliments, I am, but you get to enjoy freshly baked stuff, so its even LOL. Seriously though, baking does make me happy, and when other people are happy, it makes me happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6613056961844846844?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6613056961844846844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6613056961844846844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6613056961844846844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6613056961844846844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/baking-happiness.html' title='Baking Happiness'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ft3-s-3cowY/TXJld7rtLKI/AAAAAAAAFdY/W2Cl1K1Ra8A/s72-c/IMG01768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-3602538681221692962</id><published>2011-03-05T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:29:06.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Abstrak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I unwillingly willing&amp;nbsp; helped a lab mate of mine to convert her English abstract to a Malay abstrak. Its like some UPM guideline thing to have in your thesis. It was pure hell, its not even my work and the pain to translate all the medical word into Malay was exhausting, since most of it don't even make sense. UKM is the only university that demands its student to produce their thesis in Malay. It should be easy, since most of their references has been translated into Malay, however when you are doing your graduate study, you need more information from current journals, which are in English. So you had to translate it into Malay so that you could incorporate it into your thesis, if you were in UKM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder, those who worked as a translator, freelance, gets a lot of money. Since its damn hard and you need to ensure the translation is correct and is understandable. I watched "I am Number 4" with a friend and it has some funny Malay translation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;girl friend = mak we..(its a bit informal.. and hilarious for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haunted hay ride&amp;nbsp;= perjalanan jerami puaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess its true, but I just normally&amp;nbsp; don't use "puaka" on a pile of hay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-trjHWUYIV0k/TXEkHEiFMKI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/E_ltNeHXilM/s1600/haunted+hay.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-trjHWUYIV0k/TXEkHEiFMKI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/E_ltNeHXilM/s320/haunted+hay.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JERAMI PUAKA!!! LARI!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-3602538681221692962?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/3602538681221692962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=3602538681221692962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3602538681221692962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/3602538681221692962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/abstrak.html' title='Abstrak'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-trjHWUYIV0k/TXEkHEiFMKI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/E_ltNeHXilM/s72-c/haunted+hay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-2315540444810394297</id><published>2011-03-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:41:21.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think my face is healing. It does itch from time to time from the laser scars, but my doctor told me to keep my skin mosturized so that it will heal better. He was right, it felt better with some lotion on it. I think some of the pigmentation does look lighter although the acne scars are still there. However when I do look at the mirror, my face seemed more refined. Maybe it just me, but more likely its the skin re emerging. No amount of facial scrub can bring you this kind of effect since the laser goes deep into your skin. The stronger the laser, the more effective the result. So far, people were kind curious what happened to my face, it looked like a sunburn but with patterns. However since I already submitted my thesis, I really don't go out that much at all. I am going to apply for a position is some of the private colleges nearby. Something for me to do, I think not doing anything much causes me to be over reactive in some situations or just being plain stupid and foolish and clingy and angry and needy and pathethic. Its so pathetic, I am shameful of myself. Luckily I snap back quickly, but then I end up snapping back. Oooh rubber band effect or just being childish. Watever... I just need to find something better to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-2315540444810394297?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/2315540444810394297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=2315540444810394297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2315540444810394297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/2315540444810394297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/heal.html' title='Heal'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-6650761181771527434</id><published>2011-03-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:36:21.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuffnang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Mars Needs Moms</title><content type='html'>MnMs !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Mars Need Moms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw a trailer of this move when I watched I am Number 4, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;.I have to be nerdy about this, why do Martians need moms? The only logical reason I have, is that Martians do not have any birth mothers, the offsprings are cloned and grown in Petri Dishes or the reproduce asexually via binary fision or budding. However after seeing the trailer, they're were variations between the Martians, including a girl Martian that is a rebel. The moment I saw the trailer I heard the voice of Milo's mom, I thought she was Lynette Scavo.. Eeeek WRONG.. she was the voice of Jessie the Yodeling Cowgirl, Joan Cusack, who is John Cusack sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synopsis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take out the trash, eat your broccoli—who needs moms, anyway? Nine-year-old Milo (Seth Green) finds out just how much he needs his mom (Joan Cusack) when she’s nabbed by Martians who plan to steal her mom-ness for their own young. Produced by the team behind “Disney’s A Christmas Carol” and “The Polar Express,” “Mars Needs Moms” showcases Milo’s quest to save his mom—a wild adventure in Disney Digital 3D™ and IMAX® 3D that involves stowing away on a spaceship, navigating an elaborate, multi-level planet and taking on the alien nation and their leader (Mindy Sterling). With the help of a tech-savvy, underground earthman named Gribble (Dan Fogler) and a rebel Martian girl called Ki (Elisabeth Harnois), Milo just might find his way back to his mom—in more ways than one.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_aS5W___Ezk" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q3NhMoFdYWY/TW3yy1Clr8I/AAAAAAAAFdA/G2zvCsKU9Z8/s1600/1470482212E324191AA496AC5723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="417" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q3NhMoFdYWY/TW3yy1Clr8I/AAAAAAAAFdA/G2zvCsKU9Z8/s640/1470482212E324191AA496AC5723.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-caw9mpOYvag/TW3y5ZLrIPI/AAAAAAAAFdI/SnDPFxgtCvo/s1600/1440137626F85ECBABE718E68D86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-caw9mpOYvag/TW3y5ZLrIPI/AAAAAAAAFdI/SnDPFxgtCvo/s640/1440137626F85ECBABE718E68D86.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8Gm_frbAAF0/TW3y8qtf1OI/AAAAAAAAFdM/vZuVkrio9dM/s1600/mom.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8Gm_frbAAF0/TW3y8qtf1OI/AAAAAAAAFdM/vZuVkrio9dM/s640/mom.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check it out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-6650761181771527434?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/6650761181771527434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=6650761181771527434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6650761181771527434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/6650761181771527434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/mars-needs-moms.html' title='Mars Needs Moms'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_aS5W___Ezk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8866355797702783317</id><published>2011-03-01T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:45:44.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>Fractional CO2 Laser Skin Resurfacing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to have relatively flawless skin. My pictures are not photoshopped its just that when﻿ all the imperfections I seen its not caught on film. My skin is just very oily, enlarged pores and I have blackheads. Pimple was not a major issue since it only one or two will come out. Afterwards when I shaved off my sideburns I noticed that there was a large pigmentation on my right cheek. I have no idea when it formed but it got worse when I had the sudden acne breakout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CeR5PYJI-CY/TWvKyt0WszI/AAAAAAAAFcg/6yg6Q8E-EwY/s1600/IMG01589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CeR5PYJI-CY/TWvKyt0WszI/AAAAAAAAFcg/6yg6Q8E-EwY/s320/IMG01589.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back during the carefree acne free days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f1bW3MGtp9M/TWvLCCO374I/AAAAAAAAFck/2aEnmWDhF4Q/s1600/IMG01688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f1bW3MGtp9M/TWvLCCO374I/AAAAAAAAFck/2aEnmWDhF4Q/s320/IMG01688.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then because of stress that I induced upon myself because I could not control myself, my acne came out and it came out with a vengeance. When I removed it, it left many scars on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sWHOtlYeluk/TWvLHK8516I/AAAAAAAAFco/FAM8oDYq4yI/s1600/IMG01701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sWHOtlYeluk/TWvLHK8516I/AAAAAAAAFco/FAM8oDYq4yI/s320/IMG01701.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My acne scars&amp;nbsp;frames my face like it did when I was 13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uqjlNlxULHI/TWvOeO8uKhI/AAAAAAAAFc8/SVzqPnJWhTo/s1600/IMG01703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uqjlNlxULHI/TWvOeO8uKhI/AAAAAAAAFc8/SVzqPnJWhTo/s320/IMG01703.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The pigmentation on my right cheek was aggravated by the acne scars and treatment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rLuYNarhVic/TWvLW3zOB9I/AAAAAAAAFcw/GUU525xOQv4/s1600/IMG01707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rLuYNarhVic/TWvLW3zOB9I/AAAAAAAAFcw/GUU525xOQv4/s320/IMG01707.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was taken about 30 minutes after the procedure. I was told that it would be "hot" and there would be a burning sensation. It was true actually, my face felt like it was on fire for a while. I was told to take some pain killers if the pain was starting to be uncomfortable. Which it did but after a Panadol, my face just felt tingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WGkQXTT3RSs/TWvLbFUP9OI/AAAAAAAAFc0/VOmjK6__wEs/s1600/IMG01709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WGkQXTT3RSs/TWvLbFUP9OI/AAAAAAAAFc0/VOmjK6__wEs/s320/IMG01709.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It looks like sunburn but with a distinctive uniformed patterned of the laser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8Xi_YxrWoOw/TWvLeUXYYiI/AAAAAAAAFc4/1XpRDPA1uXA/s1600/IMG01710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8Xi_YxrWoOw/TWvLeUXYYiI/AAAAAAAAFc4/1XpRDPA1uXA/s320/IMG01710.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was told, my face would look like this for about a week but I would see improvement in a few days. A minimum SPF 15 sunblock is compulsory after this treatment. No toner, no scrub, no peel of mask and no harsh cleanser should be used on the skin. I really can't wait to see the end result of this treatment. This is an article about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fractional_laser_resurfacing"&gt;Fractional CO2 Laser Skin Resurfacing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good friend of mine, Dr Chen, did this treatment. He has other treatments available at his clinic &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/medivironUOA"&gt;Mediviron at UOA building&lt;/a&gt;. He is a great friendly doctor that will put your at ease regardless of whatever you need to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8866355797702783317?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8866355797702783317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8866355797702783317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8866355797702783317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8866355797702783317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/03/fractional-co2-laser-skin-resurfacing.html' title='Fractional CO2 Laser Skin Resurfacing'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CeR5PYJI-CY/TWvKyt0WszI/AAAAAAAAFcg/6yg6Q8E-EwY/s72-c/IMG01589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-4946118008296198616</id><published>2011-02-28T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T01:44:42.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>Against Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By nature, I like to be right all the time at any time for any topic. Its just something I am, especially when I know I am right. I want to be right and I will strive to find ways to be right to the point its not right, but who cares, as long as I am right, everything will be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, there are some people who are more stubborn, ego, bitchy, or right than I am. Usually I will fight them off one by one, till I have nothing left. I will either prove to you I am right by doing research by showing&amp;nbsp;proof&amp;nbsp;or will finally give in to your truth, but only after I given it a good fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, you still forcefully want to be right, refuse to acknowledge me at all, used your Veto power, or refuse to back down, I will let you be right, and will let you be right forever. Everything you said is the truth and nothing can ever bend the facts you given to me. I will agree and believe to everything you say. You are the truth and you are the fact, you are wrong only if you choose to be wrong. At this point, I agree to whatever you say, not because I actually agree, its because I don't give a shit anymore, you can go f**k your self with your f**king&amp;nbsp; points and&amp;nbsp;I won't say a f**king word anymore about it. You can take your f**king arguments and be the f**king ruler of the country name S**tville. You want to be right, go f**king ahead, just don't expect me to respond to anything more than a nod, or smile, because all of it is pure lies. You are so f**ked up you don't even know I am lying straight to your face, and that is the F**king truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TH2uKOAJnQI/TWqNahO8zcI/AAAAAAAAFcc/qefUuAIyDWM/s1600/1266305555--3-funny_joke_adults_t_shirt_tshirt_55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TH2uKOAJnQI/TWqNahO8zcI/AAAAAAAAFcc/qefUuAIyDWM/s320/1266305555--3-funny_joke_adults_t_shirt_tshirt_55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-4946118008296198616?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/4946118008296198616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=4946118008296198616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4946118008296198616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/4946118008296198616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/02/against-nature.html' title='Against Nature'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TH2uKOAJnQI/TWqNahO8zcI/AAAAAAAAFcc/qefUuAIyDWM/s72-c/1266305555--3-funny_joke_adults_t_shirt_tshirt_55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-785950465386930207</id><published>2011-02-27T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:22:55.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Over and Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JijzHLoaYKI/TWnz2W9CTmI/AAAAAAAAFcY/IWGHZ79rUJU/s1600/IMG01699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JijzHLoaYKI/TWnz2W9CTmI/AAAAAAAAFcY/IWGHZ79rUJU/s320/IMG01699.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where am I going? No where actually. I am cleaning out my closet, yet again, for god knows how many times already. I really have to get rid some of these clothes, Some of these clothes has been in my possession for 11 years already. I don't even where them anymore., yet I still keep them. Some of it are very comfortable to wear, some I keep for if I fit them again, some I kept when I feel a bit on the bloated side, while some has some sentimental values to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bullshit, I think most of these things need to be thrown out. Yesterday during brunch my mother and sister had an idea to have a yard sale at our house to sell off anything we feel we don't need anymore. Its a reminiscent of a garage sale or a car boot sale depending on which country you learn your English&amp;nbsp;from (is there another word for this?). Anyhow I think its a fantastic idea and I do have some clothes are still new but never worn again. My mother was especially ecstatic about this because her Islamic society did a charity sale and it turned out to be a big hit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm., room still look a like my closet just threw up. One, I chose to sleep on the floor because my bed was full of disarranged&amp;nbsp;clothes. At least its better than my sister, she gave up sleeping in her room entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-785950465386930207?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/785950465386930207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=785950465386930207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/785950465386930207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/785950465386930207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/02/over-and-over-again.html' title='Over and Over Again'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JijzHLoaYKI/TWnz2W9CTmI/AAAAAAAAFcY/IWGHZ79rUJU/s72-c/IMG01699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682457608070934925.post-8508518930136965050</id><published>2011-02-25T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:07:25.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercedes'/><title type='text'>Overhead Cost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was talking to a fellow Benz owner the other day about my old 190e.We were discussing about the ownership of our cars. I noticed he did not drive his Benz along, when I asked why, he told me, the it was involve in an accident so he drove this really beat up Kancil. He told me he had drove the Kancil for 15 years. He drives the Kancil mostly but brings out the Benz for special days. I had the same idea as he did. I wanted to get a small simple compact car that is cheap to maintain, something like a Kancil with its carburetor engine. Spare parts are a plenty and my mechanic could fix it with his eyes close. It sounds like a good idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My car is a rare sight in Malaysia, its rare enough to find a 2.6 engine in a W201 body but a left hand drive one? Its crazy. He told me, if I drive the car everyday, which I do actually, the overhead cost or the cost to maintain it will be high since there will be more wear and tear. I was thinking its true, since my automatic transmission is acting up and the front tires are worn out. However the car is actually doing fine despite the radiator water and wiper water light is on. When I drive it sensibly as is in driving it at around 80km/h-100km/h and resist the urge to overtake at more than 100km/h, the car doest about 13 litres /100km, its sounds bad for today standard but its normal for this car. So&amp;nbsp; one tank of fuel cost about RM93 and it goes about 400km if you drive economically. I could drive the car and match the suggested fuel economy. I guess if you keep it under 100km/h, you should get the same fuel economy as suggested by the manufacturer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3D5XWz5UWA/TWcqLZVOENI/AAAAAAAAFcU/FKFDEPPzTmA/s1600/190e+FE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" l6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3D5XWz5UWA/TWcqLZVOENI/AAAAAAAAFcU/FKFDEPPzTmA/s320/190e+FE.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still could achieve the suggestive fuel economy for this car even though its already 20 years old. My friend told me, if I drive something else 60% of the time and this car 40% of the time, the cost of keeping this car will be low since the parts will wear out less than driving it full time. Well at least now, I am taking it cool with this car and cruise on the highway. Other people have photography, shopping, gadgets as their hobby. I guess keeping this classic rare car, is mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682457608070934925-8508518930136965050?l=budleebuzzs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/feeds/8508518930136965050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6682457608070934925&amp;postID=8508518930136965050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8508518930136965050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682457608070934925/posts/default/8508518930136965050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budleebuzzs.blogspot.com/2011/02/overhead-cost.html' title='Overhead Cost'/><author><name>budleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542286259176091124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzoOExz8G-U/TU0GlOCkkEI/AAAAAAAAFag/jgCsFh4iBxI/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3D5XWz5UWA/TWcqLZVOENI/AAAAAAAAFcU/FKFDEPPzTmA/s72-c/190e+FE.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
