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when i walk with heads down
doesn't mean i'm emo

when i frown a lot
doesn't mean i'm depressed

just because i like gore
doesn't mean i'm gothic

i am who i feel i want to be

click on the "Not Emo!" to suit your mood.

Name : F.i.L.h.A.d.
Gender : Male
Height : 174.5 cm
Weight : 58 KG
School : Guangyang Pri
Anderson Sec
Class : 1605 2606 3307 4308
CCAs : Angklung ODAC Art Club


his wishlist

# pass both Maths
 # LIR5 to be less than 14
 # O Level Results
 # grow taller to 180cm
# get a fake tan
# whiten my teeth and align my jaw
# parfum/eau de parfum/eau de toilette
# a tight fitting white jeans (not skinnies)
# new shoes
# master the art of Blue Steel
# smile way more

It was 5:23 PM on a red Tuesday, January 04, 2005...

My day today has been a bad one... In fact, really bad. I went to school today feeling totally happy cause there's gonna be a CCA screening. I thought that the screening will teach me how to play sports game like badminton, basketball, table tennis and so on. Whatever... I know i'm so stupid, ok. Being a 13 yr old guy but know nothing bout sports. I don't hate sports actually but I just don't have the confidence to play them with my classmate. Anyway, being a sissy that I am, I couldn't even hit the shuttle with my racket. I missed the shuttle every single one. And it happened in front of my whole new classmates!!! When it comes to table tennis, I couldn't get the ball to pass over the line. Then, basketball. It's already bad enough not knowing to dribble the ball properly, my shoes came off!!! Enough for now already, just fighting from thought of suicide...
Yes, you heard it first here.



It was 5:14 PM on a red Saturday, January 01, 2005...

Just when I thought that I'm gonna be tormented and pushed around by big and older students on my new school, (am I writing a compo or what?) that's not gonna happen, well at least I don't think so. I'm going to a school of nerds! At least nerds are kinder people than stylish ones :P Get what I mean? They just sit in a corner and study and don't sneer at you for having a boring hairstyle like mine... *bleep*, why did I blurt that out? Nevermind, forget what I said earlier on (and you better or else) . My lips are dried from talking (actually my hands are tired from typing) so, adios !(right or wrong spelling?)
Yes, you heard it first here.