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.
It's amazing how things change so suddenly. One minute, you feel things are beginning to go your way and the next minute, you're in doubt.
Imagine. Imagine you're in a race. You're all pumped up for it, willing to do anything for the gold. So you ran with all your might and at the halfway mark, you're leading, leaving other competitors quite far behind. Your confidence starts building up. You know you've gone far and you must win it. And then so suddenly, at that halfway mark, comes another competitor with a fresh pair of legs and a fresh set of lungs. He only needs to run the remaining distance of the race. That's not fair. Especially to you. It's against the rules. You get really frustrated. Deep inside, you're begging for the officials to disqualify him. But you can't do much. The decision is not in your hands. What would you do?
You've done so well and you've gone so far. Would you just give up and earn nothing in the end? No. You keep running. Finish the race and keep your eyes and mind on the gold. Physically, you're weaker than the other. But at this point of time, it's not about your lungs and legs anymore. It's your heart. How strong is your heart? How much do you want the gold?
It used to be, "Slow and steady wins the race." Now, it's, "Keep running. Batman never gives up."
It's amazing how things change so suddenly. One minute, you feel things are beginning to go your way and the next minute, you're in doubt.
Imagine. Imagine you're in a race. You're all pumped up for it, willing to do anything for the gold. So you ran with all your might and at the halfway mark, you're leading, leaving other competitors quite far behind. Your confidence starts building up. You know you've gone far and you must win it. And then so suddenly, at that halfway mark, comes another competitor with a fresh pair of legs and a fresh set of lungs. He only needs to run the remaining distance of the race. That's not fair. Especially to you. It's against the rules. You get really frustrated. Deep inside, you're begging for the officials to disqualify him. But you can't do much. The decision is not in your hands. What would you do?
You've done so well and you've gone so far. Would you just give up and earn nothing in the end? No. You keep running. Finish the race and keep your eyes and mind on the gold. Physically, you're weaker than the other. But at this point of time, it's not about your lungs and legs anymore. It's your heart. How strong is your heart? How much do you want the gold?
It used to be, "Slow and steady wins the race." Now, it's, "Keep running. Batman never gives up."
