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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 8:53 PM on a red Tuesday, July 24, 2007...

Note: Minor Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows spoiler


GREAT! Before I even managed to get the last book in the Harry Potter series, I've already managed to know that Harry Potter lives. He married Ginny, Ron married Hermione, and they have kids! =.= And the sad part is, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named died. (Man, why couldn't J.K. Rowling like, made him turn a new leaf or something?) I do want to buy the book, but I want the Scholastic version and I shall wait for the price to drop.


GREAT! I do so love Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas!! Wee... It has all that I love in video games. Simulation, racing, drama and action! I feel love for my Xbox again.

GREAT! Flag day is over. And after four hours, how much did I collect?? Eight bucks plus. Amazing. Hmm... Spent the first an hour and half on the TRIP to Changi Airport itself to supposedly meet the rich, generous tourists who would like donate ten bucks at one go. But... The place was quite empty. And I don't know why but we didn't even bother trying to collect. So went to collect at Geylang instead. Yep, went through the pasar loads of times. Generally, they donated ten cents each but yeah it's the thought that counts huh?


GREAT! Hilary Duff's Dignity is to be re-released in the CDVU+ format!! Yay! Hope it gets a new cover cause the current one is plain. Gorgeous, but plain, unlike its contents which I do so love.
Yes, you heard it first here.



It was 10:46 PM on a red Friday, July 20, 2007...

Nobody believes me when I tell them that you're out of your mind
Nobody belives me when I tell them there's so much you hide
You treat me like a queen when we go out
Wanna show everyone what our love's about
All wrapped up in me whenever there's a crowd
But when no one's around...

There's no kindness in your eyes
The way you look at me, it's just not right
I can tell what's going on this time
There's a stranger in my life
You're not the person that I once knew
Are you scared to let them know it's you
If they could only see you like I do
Then they would see a stranger too

Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you
Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room
You made yourself look perfect in every way
So when this goes down, I'm the one who will be blamed
Your plan is working so you can just walk away,
Baby your secret's safe

There's no kindness in your eyes
The way you look at me, it's just not right
I can tell what's going on this time
There's a stranger in my life
You're not the person that I once knew
Are you scared to let them know it's you
If they could only see you like I do
Then they would see a stranger too

Such a long way back
From the place that we are at
When I think of all the time I've wasted
I could cry

There's no kindness in your eyes
The way you look at me, it's just not right
I can tell what's going on this time
There's a stranger in my life
You're not the person that I once knew
Are you scared to let them know it's you
If they could only see you like I do
Then they would see a stranger too

Stranger, Hilary Duff
Yes, you heard it first here.