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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 9:00 PM on a red Tuesday, October 23, 2007...

"Such a long way back,
from this place where we are at.
When I think of all the time
I've wasted I could cry..."

Diamond. You might think it's nice. It shines, it gleams in the sunlight. Girls want it. Guys hate to pay for it. Its pasted on your wedding ring, your wedding gown. Some are even chosen as heirloom passed down generations. Yet, have you ever thought, what its like to be a diamond?


Hmph. Yeap, as most could guess, I am a diamond. A diamond just 2 L1R5 points short of being a black diamond. Such an unfortunate event. To those non andersonian, being a diamond in the A.S.S. is a bad thing. No, seriously. It means extra remedial, extra nagging, extra stress and extra everything. Okay, not everything. You do get less free time.


On a lighter note, the "last week of school" was fun (last day/week and school is an oxymoron). Took a picture with the ugliest Donald Duck ever. Wore clothes which satisfied my vanity for Be Yourself Day. Had Malay lessons while others were doing archery. Lugged books from the locker back home. Even Art Club's Hat Making Competition were a success. (considering there were 6 people who joined. I expected none)


You know maybe the reason why I'm always so sarcastic is because I'm hurt deep inside... NAH! Lols. Maybe if I can scan the picture with Donald then I'd post it here. And oh I really cannot wait for extra remedials during the holidays! Woohoo! Here comes the holiday-eating monster!


All work and no play makes Jack a person who gets eight distinctions.


I failed Geography and I asked myself, how can I now be a (fill in whatever occupation a person with good Geography grades can get, which is not very much, here).


Oh, and if you guys wait till I can get a scanner, maybe I'll even reveal the 501th Pokemon! (Clue: He was born at the crater of Mt. Krakatoa)
Yes, you heard it first here.




Alieef
Aliya
Amira
Asraf
Farah
Filhad
Kakak
Khairi
Nazira
Syirain
Ulfah
Anderson
Four 3
Ace Learning

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credits
layout design by : F.i.L.h.A.d.
pictures edited from : Deviantart
music by : My Flash Fetish

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