<?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-1487828343202027890</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:03:29.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is Different From Yours</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-4957469313612884244</id><published>2009-06-15T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:28:52.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wad was i thinking...things are nvr gonna change...each time im always finding another way to bring myself up, onli to find a pitfall that leads me lower than b4...im always the one left behind broken...n its juz the way it is. so mani questions, so little answers... life always have to be that way i guess...this is the beauty of the system of life...its wonderful in some ways, horrible in others...sometimes i see the horrible side so much that i wanna live like like other ppl...to be able to live life again, to see the different views in ppl that make up Life itself...maybe its another question that can nvr be answered...life was nvr meant to be fair after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-4957469313612884244?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4957469313612884244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=4957469313612884244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/4957469313612884244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/4957469313612884244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/06/wad-was-i-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-27094264565237602</id><published>2009-02-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:26:03.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>31 January 2009&lt;p&gt;I have finally figured everything out. All my life I kept thinking  &lt;br&gt;there was a pattern to Life, hoping to fit in. But I get it all now. I  &lt;br&gt;was looking at the big picture that I lost sight of those around me.  &lt;br&gt;Why look for where I fit in? After all, not everyone fits in society.  &lt;br&gt;Its through making making your own reality that you fit in. If I had  &lt;br&gt;just looked around, there is everything I needed: my friends, my  &lt;br&gt;family. Isn&amp;#39;t that what that matters? My life is complete. The system  &lt;br&gt;of life is perhaps too complicated for our human minds to understand,  &lt;br&gt;but I&amp;#39;ve found my meaning. Its the people around me who make me who I  &lt;br&gt;am, and it is the people around me who can understand. Things will get  &lt;br&gt;better for me from here, although some things will never change. If I  &lt;br&gt;now treasure my friends, I&amp;#39;ll never be alone. My life will never be  &lt;br&gt;perfect, but it is complete. This world can&amp;#39;t remove its weaknesses,  &lt;br&gt;but that&amp;#39;s what acceptance is. I&amp;#39;ve learnt to accept this reality, for  &lt;br&gt;there is no second chance. If this is my reality, if this is my life,  &lt;br&gt;so be it. This is the turning point of my life. This is another page,  &lt;br&gt;another chapter. A new leaf turned, a new start. I am different, but  &lt;br&gt;then again, everyone is different. This is my reality. This is my Life.&lt;p&gt;Find me at my new blog, &lt;a href="http://www.theturningpoint-anewbeginning.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.theturningpoint-anewbeginning.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-27094264565237602?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/27094264565237602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=27094264565237602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/27094264565237602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/27094264565237602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/02/31-january-2009-i-have-finally-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-1776512840999102216</id><published>2009-01-28T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:12:29.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i noe im probably veri bad...but i juz like deceiving ppl every now  &lt;br&gt;and then, but juz for fun...i think its bcoz of the way i was deceived  &lt;br&gt;all my life...deceived my the ppl around me, and even me deceiving  &lt;br&gt;myself that i was juz like other ppl and that i had less frens bcoz i  &lt;br&gt;was antisocial...but when i slowly understood more ppl and their  &lt;br&gt;thoughts...i felt more different, and i had to deceive myself  &lt;br&gt;more...juz to feel like i belong...but when ppl started asking me &amp;quot;y u  &lt;br&gt;so emo&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;y u think so differently&amp;quot;...i knew it wasnt juz  &lt;br&gt;me...there were so mani facts that showed that i think differently,  &lt;br&gt;and it was no longer possible to deceive myself...it made me felt so  &lt;br&gt;alone...i think thats wad drove me to write this blog...to share my  &lt;br&gt;feelings, and to find ppl to understand, and to try to help me...and  &lt;br&gt;with the small hope of finding someone out there who thinks like  &lt;br&gt;me...to have some one wgo neither leads nor follows...who will juz  &lt;br&gt;walk by my side as we slowly figure out this meaning to  &lt;br&gt;everything...for there are scientists to figure out the world around  &lt;br&gt;us, but there are nobody to figure out the system and meaning to it  &lt;br&gt;all...maybe its bcoz life is too short to figure out everything...and  &lt;br&gt;there is no way to pass tis information on...its juz so sad and ironic  &lt;br&gt;everything seems...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-1776512840999102216?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1776512840999102216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=1776512840999102216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/1776512840999102216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/1776512840999102216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-noe-im-probably-veri-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-5807125046486595290</id><published>2009-01-26T08:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:24:07.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday (sunday 25/1/2009), my father wanted me to take his previous  &lt;br&gt;laptop bcoz it was good (better than the one that they wanted to buy),  &lt;br&gt;but i actually would prefer the newer one, rather than his big  &lt;br&gt;laptop...its bcoz it would be nice to reali (and finally) have some  &lt;br&gt;electronic stuff that is new...the last time i had 1 it was my  &lt;br&gt;previous phone, gotten on my 13th birthday, at pizza hut in ang mo kio  &lt;br&gt;central (my memory seldom fails me...i even remember my parents  &lt;br&gt;pretending it wasnt a phone in that box...lolz)...but now im using my  &lt;br&gt;father&amp;#39;s iphone again...im juz such a failure...im not an optimist,  &lt;br&gt;but a pessimist...and the worst i could imagine was that my father  &lt;br&gt;would buy a cheaper laptop, but at least 1 that was good enough by his  &lt;br&gt;judgement...i guess im so terrible i cant even imagine the worst : a  &lt;br&gt;second hand laptop...*sigh*...nvm if any1 asks i&amp;#39;ll say its new...more  &lt;br&gt;deception, but wad else can i do...i can imagine the guys saying  &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;FAIL!&amp;quot; if i complained to them...juz another example of insensitive  &lt;br&gt;ppl around me...&lt;p&gt;i wonder how my older sisters are doing (they&amp;#39;re my stepsisters...my  &lt;br&gt;father married another woman b4 he divorced and married my mom...)...i  &lt;br&gt;guess they reali dislike us...it was so disappointing on that day i  &lt;br&gt;first met one of them...that day my mom told me to bring something  &lt;br&gt;downstairs and pass to my father, and when i knew that one of my sis  &lt;br&gt;was going out with him, i quickly told my brothers...they were so  &lt;br&gt;eager to meet her that one of my bros stopped in the middle of  &lt;br&gt;bathing, and quickly changed clothes...when we met her we were all  &lt;br&gt;like &amp;quot;hi jie jie&amp;quot; (jie jie is chinese for older sister)...and she onli  &lt;br&gt;smiled, but didnt say anything (the worst part was that she was  &lt;br&gt;forcing a smile...i could see she was trying to hide sime sort of  &lt;br&gt;anger...why is this system of life so evil...why cant i meet any of my  &lt;br&gt;sisters and have a comversation...its like everything is so crapped up  &lt;br&gt;until even the simplest of smiles cant even be shown to a stepbrother  &lt;br&gt;who was so eager to met her...its juz so unfair...so wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-5807125046486595290?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5807125046486595290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=5807125046486595290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5807125046486595290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5807125046486595290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-sunday-2512009-my-father.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-4652841427603098901</id><published>2009-01-25T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:41:01.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is hatred in ppl all over the world...i think its bcoz some ppl cannot accept differences (sometimes even similarities), and they think by ignoring them can solve the problem...  but i guess its not true...nowadays mani countries have waged wars juz bcoz they have different races/religion...ppl must learn to accept... this can also be applied personally...ppl try to ignore their weaknesses, and try to hide it...its not going to help...i guess this is another area where i think differently...i live with all my strengths and weaknesses...its a burden, but its the way i think and feel, but at least i my weaknesses, and can TRY to change...but tis is hard for me, juz as it is hard for every1..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-4652841427603098901?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4652841427603098901/comments/default' title='Post 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/SXqReA45esI/AAAAAAAAABM/m5C0XTOkk5M/s72-c/Image110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-6272992216216129168</id><published>2009-01-23T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:43:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ppl seem to be more interested in the reality around them and their &lt;br /&gt;frens...they nvr take time to start thinking about the world &lt;br /&gt;around...none of them ever thinks about poor and hungry ppl...all over &lt;br /&gt;the world are ppl suffering...why is everyone ignoring the harshness &lt;br /&gt;of reality, why are they so unaware of everything...maybe thats y &lt;br /&gt;nobody wans to think about life...everyone seems to wan to ignore the &lt;br /&gt;unpleasant truth...if onli i can juz live like everyone else: so happy &lt;br /&gt;in the reality they create around them...tis cant be wad life is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-6272992216216129168?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6272992216216129168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=6272992216216129168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/6272992216216129168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/6272992216216129168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/ppl-seem-to-be-more-interested-in.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-1308773021683591850</id><published>2009-01-21T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:28:16.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seeing other ppl in NUS high has shown me more sorts of ppl...its  &lt;br&gt;getting more and more confusing...i cant seem to find time to think,  &lt;br&gt;and it keeps me awake every night...my mother said that when ppl cant  &lt;br&gt;sleep, it meant that they r stressed...and so she keeps asking me if  &lt;br&gt;im stressed or not at school...i juz cant bring myself to tell her  &lt;br&gt;about all this thinking and stuff...but i feel that something is  &lt;br&gt;missing in this society...its like every1 is a piece of puzzle that  &lt;br&gt;can somehow fit into society, and every1 belongs in a place...but i  &lt;br&gt;feel im in the wrong place...and also its like theres something wrong  &lt;br&gt;throughout this whole system...but i cant point out where this is...im  &lt;br&gt;kinda like mapping out life, and its most probably impossible...but  &lt;br&gt;theres this faint hope...like scientists can figure out the structure  &lt;br&gt;of the Earth thru seismic waves even if they nvr got to see the  &lt;br&gt;mantle, and others can figure out atoms so such details that its  &lt;br&gt;impossible to think that the best picture of an atom is a bunch of  &lt;br&gt;grey dots that are meant to be gold atoms...maybe i have the chance,  &lt;br&gt;but then again, theres no way to experiment with life...theres no  &lt;br&gt;second chance, and i have veri little experience...but im still gonna  &lt;br&gt;find out wad i can...im looking for ppl to help me with  &lt;br&gt;this...experience is not needed, i guess...but i juz need ur time...if  &lt;br&gt;any1 is willing to help plz tell me...im reali hoping to have a chance  &lt;br&gt;to see thru the different views of life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-1308773021683591850?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1308773021683591850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=1308773021683591850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/1308773021683591850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/1308773021683591850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/seeing-other-ppl-in-nus-high-has-shown.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-106966899476157913</id><published>2009-01-19T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:55:50.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eveyone around me seems so insensitive...or else im juz too sensitive...i juz don know which is which anymore...but they seem so caught up in their own problems to notice anyone else around them...maybe i juz care too much about others...i should be worrying about myself instead...but my problems always seem so insignificant...i cant tell the difference between truth and lies...Life deceives ppl...everything i trusted in had all been a lie...i juz cant tell...i hope theres some1 to help me...to walk by my side im this long journey of Life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-106966899476157913?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/106966899476157913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=106966899476157913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/106966899476157913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/106966899476157913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/eveyone-around-me-seems-so-insensitive.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-3531586610425540115</id><published>2009-01-17T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:02:25.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don know...my life seems so wrong...it started bcoz i knew too much...since young i read alot, and it gave me insights on other ppl&amp;#39;s lives...but eventually i figured out that my life was so different from others...the way i thought, the way i felt was not the way other ppl did (and i figured all this already around 8 years old, maybe younger...)...so i started to try to find out more about life...i didnt know it at first, but now i know how much problems it could get me into...i began to look at life with a different perspective...its too late to turn back already...damage has been done and i cant change my ways and thoughts...im juz so hopeless, i can juz try my best to find the system to life and society around us...onli then i might be able to change the state i am in...i juz wan to change everything in my life...i want to live like others, and not like this anymore...i juz cant live like this anymore...can anyone out there help me...can anyone&lt;br&gt; help me to map out this system of life? plz...i need help so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-3531586610425540115?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3531586610425540115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so happy its finally goimg to be the weekends...i hope i can chat with someone, if not i would&amp;#39;ve rather spent it in school...school was reali scary in some ways...im so much of a paranoid, i wori about trying to fit in...and i was talking to another new student (same year as me)...and he was like saying he LIKED memorising the numbers of PI while in his other school...(i was so shocked, but theres more)...then he went on to say that he didnt know that memorising the first few (not reali few to me) numbers could get him POPULAR in the school...i was totally shocked (another student said that guy bothered to memorise about a hundred, so i hope u understand me)...when i heard that i was so i would not be able to fit in (ppl say i think too much, and i agree, but if knowing is half the battle won, then i can say i left mani battles half won...)...felt so nervous in school, and bcoz of the initiation ceremony of the school, i found myself leaving school&lt;br&gt; at (guess when?) close to 9PM...note im saying PM capitalised...im right now taking the train home (9:15pm now...) but when im able to post tisup it&amp;#39;ll probably be tmr...followed 1 of my classmates to the MRT train, met one of his frens along the way, and reached there, finding out that both would&amp;#39;ve took the train going the other way (talk about feeling betrayed by ppl i dont know - come to think of it he was the person who made me end up as biology rep, and im scared of responsibilities - not that i hate it, but im juz scared i do something wrong, and i&amp;#39;ll coz everyone trouble...im juz so scared) ...so lonely that i actually spoke to another student (total stranger) that was 2 years younger than me...dont kniw what i was doing i guess, but fortunately (for me) it turned out fine...actually right now imso happy to be out the tunnel (still in the train)...the train is going closer already, and im feeling so lonely (changed trains so im not with the&lt;br&gt; other girl - i actually got her contact number lolz)...juz gonna be happy to get home... and hopefully my mother will let me use the com tmr...coz i hope to have someone to talk to...(reached home later at 9:30pm - quite early considering i expected to reach home at 10pm) hope i can wori less, play more! whoo hoo for the weekends...plz try to be online (i&amp;#39;ll chat if i get to be online), provided anyone reads tis on time (which, being more of a pessimist, i wont reali think its gonna happen...but being a pessimist is not what some ppl think, like looking at stuff badly...its more of not expecting good stuff to happen, which would bring more surprise when things do go right, but usually being a pessimist doesnt make me want to enjoy it when it does happen, so i sort of end up not veri happy -lolz -, but at least baf stuff wont hurt me so much haha...)...going to start thinking of other stuff already...but i think i&amp;#39;ll go sleep first...i&amp;#39;ll enjoy (at least&lt;br&gt; i&amp;#39;ll try to) the weekends tmr (after my chinese tuition, that is)...yea um...good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-6965039597673675262?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6965039597673675262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=6965039597673675262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/6965039597673675262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/6965039597673675262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-happy-its-finally-goimg-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-7563236961899498158</id><published>2009-01-09T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:28:18.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have enough of everything already...its hard trying to fit in in this new school...1 hour bus ride juz to get to school is juz too much for me...hoping to find some ppl who i can fit in with but i always have trouble with that...partially bcoz everyone i met so far juz turned out to be weird ppl or something...i juz hoping for some relaxing time over the weekends, but its unlikely...my bros all getting to use the computer but apparently my mother have a problem with me using it...she&amp;#39;s like &amp;quot;enough (playing) already&amp;quot; when i ask her fir permission to play...and i havent even seen the computer on...my bros got to play it while i spent my whole day in school, and my mother acts like i had been playing computer for the whole day already...i juz wan to spend some time meeting ppl i know for a change (its reali veri lonely for me in school - i look at a group of frens and i juz wish for some frens like that...and i wonder if i should have juz stayed&lt;br&gt; in my previous school...) things could have turned out differently i guess... but maybe theres a reason y things shpuld be this way...juz hoping i have a fren online to talk to tomorrow, so i wont feel so lonely...cant seem to find my frens from my old school...so i hope to be able to talk to my old frens tomorrow...that is if i can get online, otherwise, its gonna be a long weekend, and another longer week ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-7563236961899498158?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7563236961899498158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=7563236961899498158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7563236961899498158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7563236961899498158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-have-enough-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-5958921173981625549</id><published>2009-01-06T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:30:53.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i got it figured out...so tis isnt reali my blog...tis is more  &lt;br&gt;of the life of the ppl around me, the feelings i see in them...so that  &lt;br&gt;is another aspect of life - a network of diversity...but diversity is  &lt;br&gt;about differences, and these differences is another cause of  &lt;br&gt;chaos...ppl fighting about race and religion...ppl comparing status,  &lt;br&gt;job, wealth and everything else...everything juz has to go tis way...i  &lt;br&gt;guess thats the way of life&lt;p&gt;missing my frens from my old school...its like all the days of school  &lt;br&gt;with them is juz a distant memory...waiting for time to forget...i  &lt;br&gt;guess things juz have to change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-5958921173981625549?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5958921173981625549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=5958921173981625549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5958921173981625549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5958921173981625549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-got-it-figured-out.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-752360128970747013</id><published>2008-12-31T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:02:10.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is full of what-ifs...i sometimes wonder alot of these...and i'll &lt;br /&gt;juz get lost in my imaginations...its so scary how different life &lt;br /&gt;could me if something else happened imstead...it may not look like &lt;br /&gt;much, but it means alot...maybe we start from a short time ago...wad &lt;br /&gt;if u had passed the exams with flying colours?  wad if u had went to &lt;br /&gt;some other place for the holidays? wad if u had went out with your &lt;br /&gt;frens the other day?...this may seem small...but the further we go &lt;br /&gt;back, the more significant it is...like wad if u had not wemr to the &lt;br /&gt;school u r now in? wad if u had not changed homes a few years back? &lt;br /&gt;wad if u had not met the best fren u have now?...lets go a few more &lt;br /&gt;years back...wad if u had been born in another time? wad if u were &lt;br /&gt;borm somewhere else? wad if u were born differently?...to go to the &lt;br /&gt;extreme, the changes might juz be drastic...wad if the Issac Newton &lt;br /&gt;was not born? wad if Earth did not exist? wad if life was different as &lt;br /&gt;we know it?...&lt;p&gt;i guess alot of stuff here could have happened, alot could have &lt;br /&gt;not...i dont know...life is so weird...for example...in a game, i &lt;br /&gt;found a fren i thought i lost...juz that 1 second i took to find him...&lt;br /&gt;(i've been trying for a while...)...but what if it happened &lt;br /&gt;differently?...wad if i didnt bother to search for him (i usually &lt;br /&gt;found him offline)...wad if something else happened...wad if i nvr &lt;br /&gt;found him...&lt;br /&gt;i think i was foolish...i kept losing frens...i made so few...and the &lt;br /&gt;frenship juz falls apart bcoz i didnt bother to ask for their &lt;br /&gt;contacts...i guess i was young and naive...i juz took everything for &lt;br /&gt;granted...i guess my life was so crapped up...its juz another reason &lt;br /&gt;im tis way - losong hope on life...hope u still have your meaning of &lt;br /&gt;life...God bless you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-752360128970747013?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/752360128970747013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=752360128970747013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/752360128970747013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/752360128970747013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-full-of-what-ifs.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-5609730104082325818</id><published>2008-12-31T07:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:02:01.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juz in case u have no idea about me...im currently in sec 2 in &lt;br /&gt;Anderson Secondary, but in the year 2009, im changing school to NUS &lt;br /&gt;high...had a bridging course, and im gonna have a test when i go back &lt;br /&gt;to school...if i fail i will have extra classes to catch up...&lt;p&gt;Tuesday 30 December 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7:00pm&lt;br /&gt;bored...my mother is "reminding" (a.k.a., nagging)...shes like "don &lt;br /&gt;forget to back your bags", "did u revise ur work?" and "did u check &lt;br /&gt;the school website for more information?"...lolz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7:10pm&lt;br /&gt;my father sat down, and took a look at my graphic calculator (cost: S&lt;br /&gt;$239 - lolz i noe its expensive...but its compulsory zzz)...and he was &lt;br /&gt;scared i lost it...(cant blame him)...he wanted me to write my name on &lt;br /&gt;the calculator...but after a while he bcame more worried...to the &lt;br /&gt;point of even wanting to ENGRAVE - take note, not making a mark, not &lt;br /&gt;writing my name with marker, but to engrave on BOTH the cover and the &lt;br /&gt;calculator itself - so he rushed us straight thru dinner...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7:40pm&lt;br /&gt;sitting in my father's car, with my mother and 2 bros...on the way to &lt;br /&gt;queenstown - queensway shopping centre - (half an hour car ride...so &lt;br /&gt;bored)...imagine...all the trouble juz for a calculafor...my bros all &lt;br /&gt;getting a little bored (earlier they were slightly irritated for &lt;br /&gt;needing to go out for nothing)...they all hoping to buy something as &lt;br /&gt;well...but all im hoping for is that we nvr went out at all...its &lt;br /&gt;gonna be hard to go back to school with a calculator which even has an &lt;br /&gt;engraving of my name...zzz tis is a slow nightmare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow...i don usually post stuff like up there...but now i still have my &lt;br /&gt;usual things to say below...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i figured more stuff...(juz in case u dont know, ppl's lives are &lt;br /&gt;intertwined...we affect one another...juz a small action can change &lt;br /&gt;anothwr person's life...) so...i think thats y i felt that i couldnt &lt;br /&gt;have a life of my own...its bcoz my life was part of other ppl's &lt;br /&gt;lives...meaning my family, frens, and ppl around me...so i wonder if i &lt;br /&gt;can still find a little bit of my life to keep to myself...i dont &lt;br /&gt;think i will find it, but i cant stop trying...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-5609730104082325818?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5609730104082325818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=5609730104082325818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5609730104082325818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5609730104082325818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/juz-in-case-u-have-no-idea-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-7405906010154922631</id><published>2008-12-29T07:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:16:15.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ppl keep counting down to new year, but i don like it...it is like  &lt;br&gt;counting down to reality...i have to go back to school, see how weak  &lt;br&gt;in studies i am compared to other ppl, see how short i am...i don know  &lt;br&gt;about tis anymore...i don know where my life is headed to...i wan to  &lt;br&gt;see the light...i need help finding my way, finding the meaning,  &lt;br&gt;finding rest in the maze of life...its so scary feeling alone,  &lt;br&gt;detached from others...and when i see a group of frens together...i  &lt;br&gt;cant help envying then...they have frens and can mix around freely, i  &lt;br&gt;have onli a few (if not none) which im not close to...if onli the  &lt;br&gt;world isnt so task oriented...everybody is looking towards what u can  &lt;br&gt;do, not what u are...thats y alot of new year resolutions are stuff  &lt;br&gt;like &amp;quot;i must work harder&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;i wan to learn more useful  &lt;br&gt;skills&amp;quot;...everything is about being better equiped to help society,  &lt;br&gt;not being better at controlling emotions, being more mature, being  &lt;br&gt;more understanding...what is the meaning of life? is it about striving  &lt;br&gt;to be better (as in have more cash, status etc. etc.), or to know more  &lt;br&gt;about oneself...i don know anymore...&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-4655979561227201689</id><published>2008-12-28T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:22:36.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom juz created an account in maplestory (lolz?) ... my bros and i had to guide her thru everything zzz... but i have a feeling she wanted to get closer to us thru the game...actually it wont work so well...i like ppl for who they r, not what they, have, give, or can give me...so playing a game with me wont get me closer to my mom...she wont get it, but i don care...my parents were nvr close to me, and juz might nvr be...&lt;p&gt;i also don lile the way i keep having time to think...i don wanna think anymore...its been shaping my life too much...its like being a wanderer...its better to juz live in a small hut, then searching the world for a mansion...and when i think, its like exploring and finding new lands...and seeing how much yet unseen...i feel so small in this world...wad is the meaning of it all...i wan to juz live lfe blindly like others...i don wan to think anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-4655979561227201689?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4655979561227201689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=4655979561227201689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/4655979561227201689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/4655979561227201689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mom-juz-created-account-in.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-5365875297908010184</id><published>2008-12-27T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:25:29.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think one of the reason y i do not easily enjoy myself is bcoz of my &lt;br /&gt;allergies...juz yesterday, i had alot of rashes appearing all over my &lt;br /&gt;body...it was itchy, and when u looked at my skin, it would appear &lt;br /&gt;like i had birth marks all over my body. the doctor said it was an &lt;br /&gt;allergy...either i have taken a medicine which i was allergic to, &lt;br /&gt;eaten seafood, or something else. i didnt take any medicine, so the &lt;br /&gt;first possibilty us out. also, i didnt eat seafood in the last few &lt;br /&gt;days so that possibilty is out too (though i am a little allergic to &lt;br /&gt;seafood) ...so i have no idea what i m allergic to...i have a slight &lt;br /&gt;allergy to seafood, my body cant take cold milk well, and now i have &lt;br /&gt;another allergy that i have no idea about ...if i didnt have these &lt;br /&gt;allergies, i juz might be living life a different way...i don know &lt;br /&gt;every factor that caused my life to be like tis, but i know im still &lt;br /&gt;in search of truth...hope you have found your meaning to life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-5365875297908010184?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5365875297908010184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=5365875297908010184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5365875297908010184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5365875297908010184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-one-of-reason-y-i-do-not-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-3809591824159822723</id><published>2008-12-25T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:40:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alot of experience i've had was from books...each book was an insight &lt;br /&gt;to the author's life, and all the author has experienced...it gave me &lt;br /&gt;a big advantage over others...it gave me a general idea of other ppl, &lt;br /&gt;and it helped me alot in conversations (u'll understand more next &lt;br /&gt;time- im a like a paranoid) ...&lt;br /&gt;i used to be lonely (i still am in a different way - last time i had &lt;br /&gt;nobody around me, now i have alot of ppl, but veri little of them are &lt;br /&gt;reali frens)...so i slowly came to believe that i cant impress ppl &lt;br /&gt;thru simple talking...everything must be properly controlled so that i &lt;br /&gt;had the advantage over the others...i guess i was selfish, wanted to &lt;br /&gt;impress, to juz have that feeling of truely being appreciated...so &lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was usually the one controlling the 1 to 1 conversations (i &lt;br /&gt;dont like group conversations - im not used to sharing so freely) i &lt;br /&gt;guess u could call me a freak...a reali scary one...as i said b4, im a &lt;br /&gt;paranoid...so every little thing was controlled...timing, volume, &lt;br /&gt;feelings, tone, eye contact (i sometimes scare myself with how much i &lt;br /&gt;have changed)...with this i have deceived mani to think im juz normal, &lt;br /&gt;simple ad happy...veri few know about the real me...i juz find it so &lt;br /&gt;hard and embarassing to be so different, so complicated, and so &lt;br /&gt;alone...i guess i am selfish...even words in this blog have been &lt;br /&gt;twisted by me to achieve the very effect i have hoped for (i have juz &lt;br /&gt;used the word "very" for emphasis...tis is bcoz each word have an &lt;br /&gt;underlying meaning, example "deceive" has a slightly different meaning &lt;br /&gt;from "trick" or "lie"  - knowing tis alot has given me the advantage &lt;br /&gt;to choose the right words, and to have the right arrangement of words) &lt;br /&gt;- i guess tis gives me makes me kinda like a charismatic speaker who &lt;br /&gt;uses his/her talents to deceive others...i feel so scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is full of uncertainties...deception, betrayal in little ways &lt;br /&gt;have made me immune to mani attempts to deceive me...but it has &lt;br /&gt;hardened my heart...i feel no more...i help but dont feel sympathy, i &lt;br /&gt;hug, but dont feel or give love...i juz let out my sadness by myself &lt;br /&gt;every now and then...feeling sad for the life i lost...feeling sad on &lt;br /&gt;how things have changed... im so unsure of things that i have no real &lt;br /&gt;refuge...my "solid ground" is no more than a shifting sand dune...i &lt;br /&gt;turn from shelter to shelter...im in search of my final resting &lt;br /&gt;place...im sure i will not find it, but i'll keep going on the journey &lt;br /&gt;of the search of rest, in search of the meaning of life...in search of &lt;br /&gt;truth in the world of uncertainty...usually the onli time i can slow &lt;br /&gt;down in tis fas paced society is onli during my bath time...where i &lt;br /&gt;can forget my body, and spend my time on my thoughts...next time, if u &lt;br /&gt;have a moment, juz spend time thinking what is ur direction in life, &lt;br /&gt;what in ur life is a sure truth, and what might juz be a lie...i guess &lt;br /&gt;i thought about tis mani times, and saw how bleak the future &lt;br /&gt;seemed...i think this was a huge factor that turned my life around...i &lt;br /&gt;wish life doesnt have to keep changing, so i can slowly learn to fit &lt;br /&gt;in, see where i belong in the system of society...i learn to help &lt;br /&gt;others for tis is wad is called "correct", so tis is y i hope others &lt;br /&gt;don have to go thru what i m going thru in life (there will be others &lt;br /&gt;like me, however) Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, and may God &lt;br /&gt;guide you thru ur journey of Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-3809591824159822723?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3809591824159822723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=3809591824159822723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/3809591824159822723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/3809591824159822723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/alot-of-experience-ive-had-was-from.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-7354170503861268658</id><published>2008-12-21T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:40:17.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a dream where i was juz doing activities with some1...that person was a stranger to me, or else i had forgotten him (didnt reali see him, didnt reali recognise him)...we were juz laughing as we were doing it, like how children can play and laugh with new frens...i guess im juz wishing for some1 to be that fren, to do stuff that we can do together, no conditions except to have fun...usually the ppl i meet are more task oriented...the onli time i spend with them is when they're doing something they need or want to...it has always been this way, and so in the end i give up my time to spend it with them...they never reali appreciated it, and maybe they didnt even saw y i was doing it...so im juz waiting for that fren who can juz give up some time, and simply do the things we like to do...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-7354170503861268658?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7354170503861268658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=7354170503861268658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7354170503861268658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7354170503861268658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/had-dream-where-i-was-juz-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-2940512217364267724</id><published>2008-12-17T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:34:28.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last evening, my mom was scolding my bro and i for juz playing a few &lt;br /&gt;extra minutes neyond the time limit...she said a few time "ur father &lt;br /&gt;is right, u take me for granted and if ur father is here u'l obey &lt;br /&gt;immediately" and also "im fact everyday at most u should only play one &lt;br /&gt;and a half hour"...i dont know who is right, who is wrong..,i end up &lt;br /&gt;blaming myself for eveything...im so confused...every scolding seemed &lt;br /&gt;like a personal attack, and everytime my emotions were hurt , a part &lt;br /&gt;of my life is like being eaten away...im on the path of self-&lt;br /&gt;destruction and i might juz lose entire meaning to life...im waiting &lt;br /&gt;for a good leader to guide me thru and show me the turming point of my &lt;br /&gt;life...(im not a good leader - there was no great leader in my life &lt;br /&gt;for my role model. my father was bias to my second bro, my mom juz &lt;br /&gt;turned to my father to punish us, i had no bigger brother or &lt;br /&gt;sister...no example of a leader...) i have also been trying to &lt;br /&gt;change...but it juz led to total chaos in my life...i didnt know which &lt;br /&gt;part of me was the real me or not... i cant find myself in this maze &lt;br /&gt;of life...i dont know if i should actually change or to stay as &lt;br /&gt;myself...i am standing on unstable and unpredictable ground...im so &lt;br /&gt;desperate...i juz feel like giving up on life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others seem to have a good life...it seems to go by this way: for &lt;br /&gt;others to be happy, one person has to suffer for the rest...Jesus &lt;br /&gt;Christ suffer and died for everyone. a salmon has to sacrifice itself &lt;br /&gt;during childbirth to ensure the continuation of the species...maybe im &lt;br /&gt;juz one of the few who have to suffer...im waiting for answers to my &lt;br /&gt;questions...my life has been full of lies and deception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the truth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-2940512217364267724?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2940512217364267724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=2940512217364267724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/2940512217364267724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/2940512217364267724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-evening-my-mom-was-scolding-my-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-1762048339099577533</id><published>2008-12-14T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:25:54.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a way with words...emotions are what i emphasize on...i work &lt;br /&gt;well with it as i have experienced emotions...every emotion u name i &lt;br /&gt;will have at least come in contact once...anguish, neglect...wadever u &lt;br /&gt;can think off...its becoz of tis i find it easy to deceive - its hard &lt;br /&gt;to think that behind my enthusiastic smiles that deep feelings run &lt;br /&gt;below...i've been deceived by my friends, my parents, by life &lt;br /&gt;itself...i've learnt so much to catch ppl lying, and to deceive ppl &lt;br /&gt;myself. i guess life has influenced me too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i experienced so much and yet i call myself inexperienced... its becoz &lt;br /&gt;everything i experienced was a lie...everything that i learnt, &lt;br /&gt;everything that i knew, everything that i believed in...all turned out &lt;br /&gt;to be lies...how much more are people going to try to find their way &lt;br /&gt;thru a world of doubt...life is juz a maze thru a world of &lt;br /&gt;darkness...so i juz hang on to my emotions and hope for the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-1762048339099577533?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1762048339099577533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=1762048339099577533' 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one person to &lt;br /&gt;change another person's life forever...maybe im juz paranoid..,i m juz &lt;br /&gt;so confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess ignorance reali is a bliss...i always thought that i wasnt the &lt;br /&gt;quiet type...i wasnt the emo type...(parent's influence)...when i knew &lt;br /&gt;it...it turned my whole life upside down...it happened so &lt;br /&gt;gradually...i nvr reali saw it coming...im juz so confused...i guess &lt;br /&gt;im waiting for the ligjt at the end of the tunnel...its either a long &lt;br /&gt;tunnel or that im juz too blind to see the light...waiting for that &lt;br /&gt;someone to guide me...to lead the way in the maze and mystery of &lt;br /&gt;life...(lolz i can be a poet zzz)...good luck with life everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-4591967365026913980?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-7314773769317797011</id><published>2008-12-11T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:30:05.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wan to live a normal life, doing the things ppl usually do, worrying &lt;br /&gt;about things ppl usually worry about...life has deceived, confused, &lt;br /&gt;and manipulated me... now i cant even trust myself...i wan to be more &lt;br /&gt;like others, less of myself...i have been living life in an idealistic &lt;br /&gt;way...it led me to be this wreck...i wan to stop blaming myself... i &lt;br /&gt;wan to stop living life this way but i think there's no hope for me &lt;br /&gt;left... i juz hope nobody else hace to suffer this way... so to &lt;br /&gt;everyone out there: live life from day to day, dont wori about the &lt;br /&gt;future or the past...enjoy the present like u nvr did b4...life is too &lt;br /&gt;short to worri about other periods of life...what matters is not on &lt;br /&gt;the outside, but instead what is on your inside ...God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-7314773769317797011?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7314773769317797011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=7314773769317797011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7314773769317797011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7314773769317797011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wan-to-live-normal-life-doing-things.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-5883338767657113362</id><published>2008-12-09T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:44:10.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i was feeling so confused...it seems like my bro Bryan doesnt care about my feelings... i almost wanted to juz jump down...my father was also in a bad mood yesterday...i hate him so much... his every scolding was like a personal attack...he would juz beat like he wanted to vent his anger...i hate him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way...sori to dissapoint u all...but i decided about maplestory...im gonna play it, but i'll play with my bros onli...i'll juz follo them around or something...im not gonna let myself go out of control again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-5883338767657113362?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5883338767657113362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=5883338767657113362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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breath...and my throat has a feeling...and i feel like juz vomiting all my guts out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro was calling me selfish bcoz im trying to stop them from playing as much as they wan...but it bcoz im juz scared of memories...its a part of me...pulling me away...im feeling so desperate...i wan my life back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont reali call myself an emo....but i feel like slashing myelf...this blood is my life...and i hate it...i wan to juz let out some of my life...juz letting my life juz flow...i dont get it - alot of ppl cut themselves so that they can be labeled "emo"...but im hoping to slash myself (but im scared my parents find out or something) but i dont care if nobody sees my cuts...its supposed to be personal... that is juz another reason i feel so out of place...i do things for a different reason that everyone else does it for...y does life have to be so complicated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-2914183845916712726</id><published>2008-12-05T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:39:56.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow 3rd post 2day...i guess that although it was an uneventful day, my emotions are raging like the seas on a stormy night...im feeling more pain as i try to resist Maplestory...its pain that hurts right down to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im desperate...desperate for two things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: i wan the pain to be over...its so pain...like labour pain - it comes back worser and worser...its so bad that i feel like taking my life to end the pain...maybe this pain is kind of a punishment for getting addicted in the first place...i was so stupid...how could i be so stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two: im sick of this life...im hoping something happens to it...in fact, im so desperate that i would rather be handicapped, go blind or have some accident...at least for a short while i  wont be "me" anymore...i'll have more affection...i'll greatfully juz give up everything for juz a moment of affection...u dont know how much this means to me - i've been living life on my own...my family juz misunderstands me as they see how i appear to be, but my feelings run much, much deeper than this...that's y i'll nvr be able to put my life story on this blog (unlike most ppl)...i hope some1 understands...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-2914183845916712726?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2914183845916712726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=2914183845916712726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/2914183845916712726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/2914183845916712726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-3rd-post-2day.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-1731395686146330413</id><published>2008-12-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:39:26.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>half the day already and im so scared...i miss the characters, the music, the visuals...temptation is threatening to tear the very feelings about me...im juz gonna brace myself, and hope for the best...(God plz help me get thru this)...i guess God is testing me...but i've been going thru trial after trial...one of my brother keeps hurting my feelings...i'm going to a new school...have a test that will decide how much money my parents will save for my school fees (my mom reminded me once that it'll help alot if i pass - makes me feel more guilty)...feeling alone in this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this while i have not heard anything from God...maybe i have not been listening to Him enough... i'll juz hand this all to God and hope for the best...(i'll see if i can find a pic of my character l8r...lols)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-1731395686146330413?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1731395686146330413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=1731395686146330413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/1731395686146330413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/1731395686146330413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/half-day-already-and-im-so-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-7512242230405240866</id><published>2008-12-05T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:29:55.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;My bros all transferring maplestory to the home computer without parents permission... juz last year i made sure i nvr used maplestory again...im too afraid to play in case of addiction...my bros all playing it in front of me...im so scared i get drawn to all the new features and old memories....i wan my bros to uderstand that im afraid of getting addicted again, but i have a feeling that if i tell them they'll wan to convince me to play even more...im juz so scared (the reason i liked about maplestory was the visuals - some backgrounds looked so peacefuls and the skills look too nice, i miss the backgroumd tunes too...i have alot of it on my phone) im trying to get hooked on facebook or something that i can easily quit...facebook will be more addictive if i juz have friends to talk to...that's y i made quite a few friends in the game "kidnappers"...i wan to chat with some1 b4 i ruin my life...im torn between 2 worlds...confusion is threatening to split the threads of my life apart... im a Christian so i believe that God has a plan for me, and that every temptation can be overcomed with God helping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;oh no they're playing at the place with the relaxing sound...i hope i dont get addicted again (search for Maplestory: Sleepywood)...i might have bad taste, but with every location, every image, every tune, there is meaning, there are memories...and i have to tear myself away from my old friends, my old memories, a part of my life - to save the rest of it...please help and give encouragements... coz im managing all by myself (i'll nvr tell my family - they think im juz an immature, helpless, selfish, typical 14 year old...that's y i turn to myself and to ppl who understand a part of me...to that some1, plz help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-7512242230405240866?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7512242230405240866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=7512242230405240866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7512242230405240866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7512242230405240866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-bros-all-transferring-maplestory-to.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-8755520447330310560</id><published>2008-12-04T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:44:02.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life dealt me alot of troubles...mani of which happened when i was young... and it shaped me alot to who i am...(this "who i am" is veri messed up)...i feel so out of place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the troubles was that i was born in a well-to-do family, and my father made a wrong investment...lost a lot of money, and shifted to a small flat in Yishun...then i had to coped with living life without luxuries...and i coped so well...i didnt ask for any toys, red packets (with money inside) i got during chinese new year had to be used to buy school books, food...no complains...(my parents were deep in debts)...i lived a life unlike other children my age...(mani of my classmates have $2000 - $3000 in their banks acc, excluding the money they spent, and i had onli 1k+, without spending anything)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we past that stage already, but my father is now spending alots of money on gadgets...like an iphone 3G (he dumped his second-hand 2G phone on me...after that whenever he scolds me he says like "I gave u an iphone already, then u still behave so badly"...but it lost its charm already, coz my father used it already, and my bros and i didnt find it interesting anymore...)...and leaving me with nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another trouble is that i have a face that makes it easy for ppl to call me "nerd" or "geek" (yea...alot of my friends go like "KEEE-NERD!!!" zzz...), though i wan to live my own life...stupid specs (my parents simply had to let me read - i went to some nusery schools even b4 i learnt to walk...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this'll sound funi...but i have a few stuffed animals...but when the world out there doesnt understand me (wadever u noe about me now is juz the tip of the iceberg...) my stuffed animals will be my friends (imagination is my strong point) ...its where i find acceptance in the world of strangers, its where i find advice in the world of deception (my imagination shapes my own world - every stuffed-animal will have its own personality, and this is how i see where every personality fits in society...all excect my type of personailty - the outcast)...it is where i simulate the world in my room (actually i have no room of my own - that's y i need much more time alone)...it helps me understand life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. try not to comment me, or message me about this blog...if i know who is watching...then i'll be more restrictive on what i write, and u will never understand me...this is the onli place where i unravel my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-8755520447330310560?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8755520447330310560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=8755520447330310560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/8755520447330310560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/8755520447330310560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-dealt-me-alot-of-troubles.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-2983905660050481235</id><published>2008-12-03T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:53:11.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mother juz called...said she wanted me to go out to the VBS camp fire...i didnt want to go, but she kept insisting...she gave excuse like "Oh your friends (from church) will be there" and "Papa want you to socialise"...she juz dont get it...she's been with me so long and she doesnt even know i wan to be alone...(i'll let her figure it out herself so she'll understand more...easy come easy go...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two things...going out for something like this requires not juz "friends", but "good/best friends", none of which i have...next, i socialise onli when im inclined to, not when anyone else wants me to. if i'm reali forced to go i'll juz be sitting there, not doing anything...and that's gonna be boring...and i can already see my father pestering me to go, then i refuse, then he either starts scolding me or he leaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family  juz cant leave me alone...i wan to be independant but they dont let me...and they can l8r on say they r spoiling me...but that's bcoz they want to, not bcoz i wan...and my father can scold me and "ask"(force is a better word) me to help him with his stuff, and his reason(excuse is a better word too) is bcoz hes my father...one of these examples was when he wanted me to do his powerpoint (lyrics for the church's children service) and i said i had enough of doing so mani times (actually i juz said "no", but that sentence was what i reali meant)...then he asked mani times, getting angrier and angrier, threatening me with a cane (a present from the devil i suppose...) i didnt give in but all i got was a few strokes of the cane (i got so mani from young now i nvr feel anything anymore...life's so evil...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll juz hope my stuation changes...i dont think it will, but dreams nvr hurt anyone...(maybe it did but i was hurt so much already....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-2983905660050481235?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2983905660050481235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=2983905660050481235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/2983905660050481235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/2983905660050481235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mother-juz-called.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-6110173963389505808</id><published>2008-12-03T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:00:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom has demands for me already...ever since the time I created the simplest of all calculators, she wanted me to create a program for her so the message master (her company's product) can do something about all the messages...yesterday evening she was like "Ur program should do this...and that..."...zzz And later on she wanted to hug me and stuff...i seriously need some personal space... she also said that Bryan (he's been in a camp for 2 days now...) missed me, although I didnt believe her that he missed me...he would never do that...he cares onli about himself...like i've been treating him so well, and i got lots of vulgarities from him...other then that i got nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later  Bryan came home, skipping a night in the camp...I pretended to be asleep...and i heard everything...he told my mom that he missed her...but didnt miss me at all (he didnt say this to make me angry...its coz he thoguht i was asleep..) My mom lied that i missed him too, but he didnt believe as well...(not that i cared...i cared for him for so long but nobody even noticed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a dumb dream as well...but it told alot about how i felt...i dreamt that my other bro was dying...it showed me how i would react to the deaths of ppl i love...so maybe im not prepared for them to die, but i wouldnt mind dying on the other hand...zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that no one out there realli understand...but i dont care anymore...i read b4 that introverts are more comfortable with a small circle of friends, and the few friends are important to that them...but i feel so different...i dont wan close friends anymore...i juz want to be alone. ppl might ask y, but its b coz i had one reali good friend b4...Brandom Lim (wow...happened 8 years ago and i still remember)...he changed school and i nvr saw him again...another was Daniel Chong...met him in BSF (when i was 12 years old) but after that my father finished his course and i couldnt go there again...i left him my email but he nvr sent me anything...(he didnt leave me his email or his phone number...)...i think he had more friends than juz me...after that i didnt care to make friends...everyone else had their own already...i'lll juz stay as an introverted introvert...living life alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-6110173963389505808?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6110173963389505808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=6110173963389505808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/6110173963389505808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/6110173963389505808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mom-has-demands-for-me-already.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-3633176440551847308</id><published>2008-12-02T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:02:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starting to think that some ppl dont get it...blogs are not for ppl to see what  blog writers' lives are, it is just a window on their lives. and what the window shows is what the blog writer want ppl to see...some writers will use deception, manipulating ppl's trust...zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea I created another calculator that can now save numbers...yea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-3633176440551847308?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3633176440551847308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=3633176440551847308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/3633176440551847308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/3633176440551847308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-to-think-that-some-ppl-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-563349224325847718</id><published>2008-12-01T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:50:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea got some time on my own 2day...needless to say: its so boring... Was juz scrolling thru the phone calender 2day...then it suddenly came to me how bleak the future felt...I couldnt see myself in 20, 30 year's time...would that day reali come? or would something happen, like Global Warming, terrorist attacks, tsunami, hurricane, earthquake... ... one day, Singapore might juz face these problems. Even if it dont, Global Warming will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had a dream last night (wow, finally a message from my subconsious lol), about my parents talking...talking about how much i've grown, or something like that. When i was awake, it suddenly came to me that my parents weren't reali interested in me...they talked about my studies, my schooling, buying the textbooks and stuff, but they didnt reali put me in the picture anymore... other people's view on my life was obstructed my what I had, the complications, and so on, that no one reali got to see me, in what i am. im not sure if the real me is good or bad, but i juz know is somewhere buried under the loads of materialistic items...waiting to be uncovered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-563349224325847718?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/563349224325847718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=563349224325847718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/563349224325847718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/563349224325847718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/yea-got-some-time-on-my-own-2day.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-5164821331923958486</id><published>2008-11-30T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:40:53.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling bored...wish life was more unpredictable in some ways and more predictable in others. My brothers are really starting to get on my nerves...But at least I got to finish the calculator. Making a little bouncing block that bounces against the application's walls...got to make it so that there is not even a 0.000000001% chance of it having a glitch. I want more ideas...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's been kinda contradicting...its juz so complicated. My life is circled around relationships, and I have to end up as an introvert...the onli reason why I seem so "outwards" is somehow bcoz everyone around me is an extrovert, and I came to feel that it is better to be an extrovert...zzz Another contradiction: I like being a sadist...(SADIST seems better capitalised lol...) but yet when I hurt ppl's feelings, I feel sorri. Life's not going to make sense if it keeps complicating and contradicting stuff...(not that it make sense from the start but u get the idea)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-5164821331923958486?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5164821331923958486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=5164821331923958486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5164821331923958486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/5164821331923958486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-808947925381700539</id><published>2008-11-28T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:58:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>This is so boring...i wan to work on my calculator but my bros always wan to play their own "LF2" (...). They keep editing the game, and dont let me do my calculator. its always in the late evening that they let me do the calculator (they're scared that my parents will catch lol)...i think i'll post something on the progress of the calculator lol (juz learning Visual Basics but progressing fast with my self study...i juz needed the first course of the VB lesson then i understood all the things in the VB manual...lol)&lt;br /&gt;I should also put up an area where i put status updates (yea like the facebook "'so and so' is doing something"........lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-808947925381700539?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/808947925381700539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=808947925381700539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/808947925381700539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/808947925381700539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-so-boring.html' title='...'/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-7942292690346814115</id><published>2008-11-15T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:57:53.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's boring</title><content type='html'>Lol my dad has a way of simply spoiling ppl's day by juz exaggerating what u juz done...but he does that only to me and my 2 bros...so that's y no one will understand...also, my mom likes adding fuel to the fire, so now we're as good as burning on the sun...life is not worth the trouble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-7942292690346814115?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7942292690346814115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=7942292690346814115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7942292690346814115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7942292690346814115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol-my-dad-has-way-of-simply-spoiling.html' title='Life&apos;s boring'/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-4997628285627380589</id><published>2008-11-12T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:06:12.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz occurred to me...</title><content type='html'>I suddenly realised that I could right now be living a life of luxury. Its all because of my father that we lost alot of money in a wrong investment...Its all his fault&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-4997628285627380589?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4997628285627380589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=4997628285627380589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/4997628285627380589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/4997628285627380589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/juz-occurred-to-me.html' title='Juz occurred to me...'/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-4713340797526789241</id><published>2008-11-09T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:20:38.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th November</title><content type='html'>Had some fun yesterday with the party, although my father ruined the first half with his selfish behavior. When some of my classmates came to my house, they said it got some sort of peaceful feeling. So, all of a sudden, a bloody battlefield (between my father and I) became a peaceful heaven. Going back to real life...no more safety, no more peacefulness anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-4713340797526789241?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4713340797526789241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=4713340797526789241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/4713340797526789241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/4713340797526789241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/8th-november.html' title='8th November'/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-8767423060742624919</id><published>2008-11-06T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:06:39.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Had a hard time sleeping last night, just like many other nights. Why can't my brain juz go to sleep properly and not keep me awake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-8767423060742624919?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8767423060742624919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=8767423060742624919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/8767423060742624919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/8767423060742624919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-7029211451298177755</id><published>2008-11-05T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:35:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Last night my father received an SMS from Mary, who happens to be my stepsister (whom I have never met b4). The way she texted was like she was very close. It went something like "Dad, can we go out for dinner on another day? Coz I got studies on Thursday." and something else about buying a harddrive, but that's not important. It's juz so unfair that she is so close to him although he is not officially her father anymore, but mine...and yet my father is hating me so much...feeling depressed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-7029211451298177755?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7029211451298177755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=7029211451298177755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7029211451298177755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/7029211451298177755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487828343202027890.post-1220114088911968260</id><published>2008-11-05T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:28:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>Feeling really bored today...Also feeling that my father hates me. He claims that I'm rude to him juz becoz I speak to him with my usual sarcasm. He keeps shouting at me every time I do that, and keeps saying he wants to bash me up, or beat me up until I bleed. I really hate him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487828343202027890-1220114088911968260?l=mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1220114088911968260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487828343202027890&amp;postID=1220114088911968260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/1220114088911968260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487828343202027890/posts/default/1220114088911968260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisdifferentfromyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>100×200</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEnehJVC48U/TR2tWTpK-YI/AAAAAAAAADk/z-ZlQwaYXsw/S220/Head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
