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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 4:22 PM on a red Tuesday, November 29, 2005...


Me Dad Mum Sis


Sis Dad Mum Me

(lyk duh!)
Yes, you heard it first here.



It was 2:51 PM on a red Tuesday, November 08, 2005...

God... My hands r too shaky to type... I feel so blardy sad... I miss dose old daes... The first term was e best... I had ppl ard me... Nw i'm blardy pathetic.. I cld juz enter even a gals toilet wifout getting noitced (NOT literally)... Sigh... Sad arh... *Chokes* I noe im blardy irritating... Bt its nt my fault... Dat's juz me... I tried to change... In fact i change loads of tyms... I change myself till i can't recognise me... I changed my hair, the wae i wear my clothes, the way i walk, i changed my soul... Still... Wad now, you're gone, my fault, im sorrie... Sigh... I tink i'm gonna throw up... Later lah... OK... Destress yourself... Sigh.. 2dae.. Got d maths remedial... Blardy toot... I thickened my skin to say sorry to you yet euu wun even forgive me... I noe lah, i made sooo much mistakes to euu... I deserved to b treated tis way wad... Guys forgive nt easily... Back to tis morn... D maths tinggy was ok ah... kindda ez... Bt of course i wanted to throw up all my feelings... Sick of it sick of siccckkk!!! Ms Leow was ok... Better den ms yeo niwaes... She had gd memory seh... Only called ma name once ytd n nw 2dae she can rmbr my name oledi... Ok ah i end here... Chiao...
Yes, you heard it first here.



It was 10:41 PM on a red Saturday, November 05, 2005...

Yo! 2dae is the 3rd dae of rayer... Woots! It roxs man... Now i got Hazel eyes! Muahahaha... Thks 2 dat contact lens... U noe, it took me 3 daes juz to put dat ting into my eyes... Leceh siot... Bt nw dat i put it in... I rox! Hahak.. Its lyk the original color coz ma whole fam xcept my dad wore colored lenses..


Ammar ish shooo cute... He very cute ah... He hugged me d moment he saw me... Wee! Lol... I noe ur bored of hearing bout him... Niwae... Ltr mon got maths remedial... TOOOOOT!! Sigh.. Bt i noe it was 4 ma own gd.. Hopefully at d test at d end i cld pass the ting... Yup.. Else ma future's dead... Lyk dead meat.. Sigh... I shld den apply to work at mcd... Bt dun tink dey'll accept me coz, sigh... Nvm ah... Noe, nw i got my ambitions out rite... Firstly i wanna try being a, erm, dat's secret... Then if dat doesn't work out i'll try being an actor... On stage or on screen... Bof's fine... Then if dat doesnt work still i shld b a psychiatrist... Bt den i wld nd one first... If dat still doesnt work out, i shall juz, erm.. Dunno lah...


Ur duit rayer dpt braper ah?? Mine i dunno ah... Lum kire... Bt hope quite a lot lah ar.. Hehe... I juz realised dat almost all my baju kurung r blue in color.. Except one.. Coz dat one is black.. N on d 1st dae of rayer our whole fam wore black... Kewl... Lyk it... Mayb nxt yr shall buy bloody red one...


These daes i hafnt blogged much.. Getting tired of it actually... Bt i wun close it down... Coz diaries r meant 2 b written n kept n nt 2 b written n thrown away rite?? Rite?? K ah i end here... Chiao...
Yes, you heard it first here.