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I, Fariss Haiqel Boulala came to life on 21st February 1991, only God knows why.
Since then, Bengali, Malay, Chinese, Javanese, and football are in my blood.
I'm 1.82metres tall. I'm not heavy but I consider myself a heavyweight in my own world.
I do anything I want and I'll do anything to get what I want.
It's not that I can't accept defeat. I'm just born to win.
I'm as ambitious as Hitler. Fear me not though. I'm a nice guy, really.
But try me if you insists. I would love that.


Thank


Designer: Arse .
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Monday, April 20, 2009
It's the first day of my second year in NP. Lessons start at 3pm today, fortunately. I wouldn't wake up in time if it had started so early in the morning. No tutorials this week, which means lecture, lecture, lecture and more lectures. Boring, boring, boring and more borings. Baring sua! Tido! So I spent 3 boring hours in school today. The lecturers for Project Management and Property Management are so boring. I don't mind boring lecturers who are bulliable. Cos bullying lecturers makes the lessons not so boring. But these 2 lecturers seemed to be unbulliable and they look so serious. Woahhhh.. I'm so gonna sleep in the lecture theatre everyday. Not a good start for me. I initially wanted to be more diligent this semester but I don't think I can. Can I? I can. I think.

That's not the only bad thing. They changed my class. Again. For heaven's sake, how many times do they have to change my class and in the end, I'll end up in the same class? This is the third time already! Now, I have to write in to the class advisor and if my appeal is successful, they'll have to re-schedule my time table and all. And then my attendance record will be disrupted. Extremely troublesome. God, why do things just don't seemed to go my way lately? What have I done? Okay, I know. Probably a lot. Bad boy, Fariss.

I didn't go for training today and I didn't inform Coach Salim. Nevermind. I don't think I care anymore.

I'm in financial crisis. Seriously. And I have to buy lecture notes, buy new pair of boots and I'm running out of clothes. I think I'm applying for the busary scholarship thing. But the application process is so troublesome. Wow. School troubles me. I really hate school. So much to do, so little time. Fuck education! No need to educate la!! I'm smart enough to live.

And ermm.. Can someone tell me what time am I supposed to go to shool tmr?

Sukashi, let's meet up some time. Laugh with me or something. Streessss...