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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 9:34 PM on a red Monday, January 26, 2009...

To the 9.5 readers out there who reads my blog, I would like to tell you that I am moving. No particular reason. Just felt like it. Plus the new address is much easier to remember too. (if you thought i meant moving house, you are not alone! haha)

Click this empty space ___________ . And I meant the words, not the spacings. :)

And if you were wondering, Marche dan les passe means Walk in the past. Or at least that's what an online translation dictionary told me.
Yes, you heard it first here.



It was 1:27 AM on a red Monday, January 19, 2009...

Why don't you pick up the phone?
And dial up my number
And call me oh baby
I'm waiting on you

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.



It was 10:24 PM on a red Friday, January 16, 2009...

If this blog's mood suddenly takes a pessimistic turn, don't fret. It will be bright again. Soon, hopefully.
Yes, you heard it first here.



It was 9:13 PM on a red Monday, January 12, 2009...

T-w-e-l-v-e
12
Dua Belas

Ok now whenever I think of that particular something, you know, that something which is so bleah and ordinary, I'm going think of the #12 because

  • The last paper was on 12 November 2008, which was Chemistry Paper I (freedom!)
  • Result day was on 12 January 2009!
  • My L1R5 is 12!
  • Need to make 12 choices for the courses/JC I want

And if you're wondering, my results can be simplified as ABBA
(haha ok actually more like ABBABBABA)

Hence, a new chapter begins!
Yes, you heard it first here.



It was 11:47 PM on a red Friday, January 09, 2009...

I know everyone else is also crazy about this date but
12 JANUARY 2009
(this, by the way, says 12 January 2009 in a font named Webdings)

By the way, I do not toil with escapism.
Yes, you heard it first here.