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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.


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Designer: Arse .
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009


I woke up from sleep really early this morning to go to work. Thought it would be great to earn a few extra bucks since I haven't been working for a really long time. But work was hell tiring and it ended at about 5pm so I didn't go for training. Again. Carried lots of heavy stuffs for hours and in the midst of working I actually thought I shouldn't have worked. I was so exhausted, I fell asleep in the lorry on the way back.
And just when I thought the day couldn't be any worse, something happened. Okay, not something. A few things actually. And they are still bothering me right now. I shall not explain because it's so disturbing, some of you won't even believe it. Now I don't know what to do. Cos there's really nothing much I can do. I feel like running away, take the easy way out. God, please help us kill this problem before it creates further problems. Problems that will have an impact in my life, my future. What have I done to deserve this? A lot, I guess.
Can anyone put me to sleep? I'm so tired but I just can't sleep. Anyways, thank you, Sukashi for being there for me. You're the best. :)
Where are you? I think I need you. Take me away. Take me high to the sky. Let me fly. Then drown my sorrows. Drown them deep.