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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANQnw_cSp7ImA9WhRbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318</id><updated>2012-02-08T19:49:53.249+08:00</updated><category term="sumpah siao" /><category term="Animax LaMB Contest" /><title>LML, the new LSD.</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>847</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LmlTheNewLsd" /><feedburner:info uri="lmlthenewlsd" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YCRHk_fSp7ImA9WhRbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318.post-7426285675188198196</id><published>2012-02-08T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:39:25.745+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T19:39:25.745+08:00</app:edited><title>Good grades, Y U NO MINE?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7426285675188198196/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27319318&amp;postID=7426285675188198196&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/7426285675188198196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/7426285675188198196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~3/sz7mNQZCq4Q/in-light-of-recent-events-realization.html" title="Good grades, Y U NO MINE?" /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">In light of recent events, the realization that it is nearly impossible to score 4As for the AS Level exam has finally hit. Achieving As are no joke, especially if one is at best a B-grade student who enjoys watching series' and scratching bee stings(it really, really itches. Note to self; Avoid bees.).

A good example to present here would be the fact that despite a student studying like a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MZqkVFddfWBupKe_1QrbS-0ZANM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MZqkVFddfWBupKe_1QrbS-0ZANM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~4/sz7mNQZCq4Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-light-of-recent-events-realization.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMBQnk8eyp7ImA9WhRbEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318.post-2988602244279337316</id><published>2012-02-02T08:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:44:13.773+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T08:44:13.773+08:00</app:edited><title>Dress Up Your Future.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2988602244279337316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27319318&amp;postID=2988602244279337316&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/2988602244279337316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/2988602244279337316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~3/mritMcUM2Eo/dress-up-your-future.html" title="Dress Up Your Future." /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">When I was younger, I used to play dress-up with my barbies. As I grew up, I toyed with the Sims. Eventually, we're going to reach an age where we toy with our* own children's lives.

*Results not guaranteed, as my state of mind is constantly changing.
However right now, right at this very moment, I can barely even decide my own future, much less the future children I may or may not have. I see 
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First off, suicide hotlines: How do they work? Are they free? What if I decide to call, and I get some person all jacked up on religion and they decide to go the religious approach?

If calls weren't free, and I spent an hour talking to them, (
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It makes me sweat, everywhere. It makes me drink so much water, which results in me wanting to piss. It makes me want to nap, but it's too hot to nap. My dog tag sticks to my skin. My hand sweats while using my phone. When the wind blows in your face, it blows HOT air in your face.


However, I am determined to see the 
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I've decided against my better judgement, which was screaming No Karin, don't waste your time! and decided to begin this 365 journey :) A picture, every day, in the hopes that someday I'll look back on 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lZnGhVd7Uwkgo1KvphsSDmuP_WU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lZnGhVd7Uwkgo1KvphsSDmuP_WU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~4/ZVnk19f3PU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-wagoyeyo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QBRn87eCp7ImA9WhRXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318.post-6928309833010439747</id><published>2011-12-24T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T04:42:37.100+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T04:42:37.100+08:00</app:edited><title>Only Proper.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6928309833010439747/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27319318&amp;postID=6928309833010439747&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/6928309833010439747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/6928309833010439747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~3/kcBpmQuAcqk/only-proper.html" title="Only Proper." /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VH6NTF3O1q0/TvX5C3UUOmI/AAAAAAAAAn4/blSw7feRLLI/s72-c/04042011025.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Well, it's Christmas. Some disturbing images about how Muslims can't wish Marry Christmas are popping around everywhere on Facebook. I'm so tempted to pop into a comment box and correct them, because.. Technically it's impossible to marry christmas, but I digress.

This shallowness and inability to accept someone elses faith is exactly what's wrong with the idea of organized religion. This train 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OMN8HkyAXUcsV_059btzYshR8cs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OMN8HkyAXUcsV_059btzYshR8cs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~4/kcBpmQuAcqk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/2011/12/only-proper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMRHcyfip7ImA9WhRXEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318.post-2123884247739226309</id><published>2011-12-18T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:58:05.996+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T20:58:05.996+08:00</app:edited><title>You're One Of Them.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2123884247739226309/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27319318&amp;postID=2123884247739226309&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/2123884247739226309?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/2123884247739226309?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~3/ZicZPnMqMdc/youre-one-of-them.html" title="You're One Of Them." /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/JhwuXNv8fJM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Get 500 followers, then call yourself twitter famous.


Play one game, then call yourself a gamer.



Take photos of self in bathroom, call yourself a "freelance model".

Listen to one song, tell everyone you're a crazed fan.

Skinny chick gains 2kg, calls herself fat.

Watch the latest Harry Potter movie, tell everyone you've loved it all your life.

Buy an iPhone, tell everyone you've loved 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CeTGe7PW2uAqYv6YWAuOaCacxf4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CeTGe7PW2uAqYv6YWAuOaCacxf4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~4/ZicZPnMqMdc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/2011/12/youre-one-of-them.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UERXY9fyp7ImA9WhRQF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318.post-8783796995046189697</id><published>2011-12-13T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:20:04.867+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T19:20:04.867+08:00</app:edited><title>Here's A Dash. -</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8783796995046189697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27319318&amp;postID=8783796995046189697&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/8783796995046189697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/8783796995046189697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~3/S-RsTx1RCPo/heres-dash.html" title="Here's A Dash. -" /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I don't know what to write.


I'm still in college, after I spent like.. The entire day attempting to study. I only got as far as asymptotes, where my brain and books decided to fail me.



A-Level books are useless, after an entire rant on Twitter, I finally found the chapter I was looking for in a college algebra book (Ok, so fine the rant was entirely pointless, but I was angry and sad and 
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Social networks aren't helping either, like all these Twitter accounts like IspeakFemale or GirlTweets. Aku pun tak tau la nak buat apa. Kalau nak cakap terus-terang pun, nanti mampus la all these girls will come attack me.. According to said twitter accounts, they'd probably 
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Without exams or work, all this entertainment would be worthless.

It explains why during exams, you want to do every little thing, and every game seems interesting to you, and 
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Day 29 - Goals for the next 30 days.

Study 5 hours every day. 1 in the afternoon, 2 at night, 2 in the morning.
Finish Deus Ex.
Fully understand Korean subject marking particles.
Practice hiragana.
Clean my room.

Be more productive in general. 

I'm currently stressing out because I can only get my Physics results on Monday, and my scholarship depends on that.

I need a 60 mark average, and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/45oVJntnQceeuP02mcRfpm7c5LY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/45oVJntnQceeuP02mcRfpm7c5LY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~4/T94KuTECzjU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-would-skip-last-paragraph.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8ERnY5fip7ImA9WhRSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318.post-3309859204627703273</id><published>2011-11-11T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:36:47.826+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T18:36:47.826+08:00</app:edited><title>Cheaters Never Get Laid.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3309859204627703273/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27319318&amp;postID=3309859204627703273&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/3309859204627703273?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/3309859204627703273?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~3/n16qdgkU5iQ/cheaters-never-get-laid.html" title="Cheaters Never Get Laid." /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">For fucks sake, break up, just don't cheat. If she's done it once, what makes you think she won't do it again?

How can people cheat, then live with themselves? How can you take your girlfriend who cheated, back?

Society is a confusing organism.



Happy Singles Day guys, 11.11.11.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6mfjP3CAMu6wIN1U7w2a1ZurwU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6mfjP3CAMu6wIN1U7w2a1ZurwU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~4/n16qdgkU5iQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/2011/11/cheaters-never-get-laid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAFR3Y6fCp7ImA9WhRTEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318.post-6986146244846621179</id><published>2011-10-31T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:58:36.814+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T23:58:36.814+08:00</app:edited><title>And They'll Never Know.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6986146244846621179/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27319318&amp;postID=6986146244846621179&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/6986146244846621179?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/6986146244846621179?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~3/IoDPzZ3Zp5Y/and-theyll-never-know.html" title="And They'll Never Know." /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Nobody knows exactly when the dynamics of a relationship changes. It starts from a wall post, a few tweets, a few texts, then the whatsapps, because the volume of texts have increased to a point where it's too expensive, and then a phone call.

And then several.

Then suddenly you're not just friends anymore, you don't know what happened, or when it happened, but it did. You feel differently 
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You make me feel like I'm the most important thing to you, while also being the most worthless.



You look like you're the most innocent person in this world, but at night you want to be whipped while having rough sex on the carpet.



You're so dirty, yet so naive.



You're emotionally detached, 
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You've probably heard, or maybe you haven't, but I'm pretty much a kpop fan now. It doesn't make me any less of a music snob, because I like my Radiohead just as much. The iPod just constitutes of more.. Non-English things.



It started with Beast, after this year's World Stage (which was amazing btw, watched Jared Leto in all His Sexiness) and.. Yeah. It escalated, big time. Going to cleanse 
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I think I figured out why people continuously pose with the pout-your-lips, crunch-your-nose pose.







Also known as, the duck face.







It's not because Miley does it,







Or because Snooki was born with it (and for some reason, Jersey Shore is apparently valid 
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 "I think life is all about figuring yourself out."


Suffice to say, I think it answers the questions I was bombing out in the last 
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It's just one of those things that everyone knows, but never really thinks about. For some reason, it's automatically shelved under boring facts in your brain, simply because everyone knows it.

A few nights ago, I was outside on the balcony, just
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yVDtY4dBwQzbWT42QurF4udzddU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yVDtY4dBwQzbWT42QurF4udzddU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~4/e58sD8QDXYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-boring-fact-youre-boring-statistic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFR3o5fCp7ImA9WhdUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27319318.post-2076776656943019139</id><published>2011-09-30T03:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:31:56.424+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T03:31:56.424+08:00</app:edited><title>Insomniac's Guide To Maggi.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifemenlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2076776656943019139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27319318&amp;postID=2076776656943019139&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/2076776656943019139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27319318/posts/default/2076776656943019139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LmlTheNewLsd/~3/nfVmDfSnWHw/insomniacs-guide-to-maggi.html" title="Insomniac's Guide To Maggi." /><author><name>Karin.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10401106100498633127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4404/2046/1600/Just%20So%20Alone.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Now, if you're here for TheSugoiGamer, you'd probably misunderstand Insomniac as the games developing company. Resistance, Spyro, Ratchet and Clank. (That's really not catching on now isn't it..)

If you're Malaysian, you're thinking of Maggi noodles.

I don't know what I'm saying anymore, it's 3 in the morning and I'm watching Friends With benefits and the beginning sounds like porn, and the 
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Today was that day.

Sorry kitty.

[I swear I have a picture of the cemented area, I'll post it up later.]

I'm trying my best to fall into a routine in college, because, despite being here for about 4 months, I still don't have a routine. I still don't know my schedule by heart, I don't
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He turned around, looked at me, and looked back, just as his turd plopped out.


Today I walked by the same road again and the piece of shit was still there. Someday, that cat is going to come back, and the rubble and sand won't be there, and he's not going to have a place to poop, and I will probably never witness a feline defecating ever again.



Just goes
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I never used Karin Fam because it didn't feel 
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I then went on facebook only to find a few
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