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.
I dont know what to say. Too many things happened today. I tried to be at my best but I just suck at everything I do. I was frustrated, I admit. Frustration builds up into anger. I don't want to vent my anger to anyone. I don't want to lose people I really treasure. I feel like isolating myself for a while. Maybe its just one bad day.
My body feels really heaty now. I'm sweating like a pig with the fan switched on at power 3. And my brain is bursting from headaches. Please, I don't want to fall ill now. Not the right time. Cos I'm looking forward to something. I'm not taking care of my welfare and diet lately. Went for training with an empty stomach just now. Training felt like hell. A lot of running. My mind was somewhere else and my lungs felt like bursting. I had headaches and I swear I felt like fainting. But suddennly, I'm determined to fight for my place. I'm playing for my contract next season. Lets face it, money inspires you. My compatriots are starting to work hard. I need to work harder. I need to realise my commitments. I'll make it big one day.
Screw me. Fuck the world.
Dearest Almighty, I have too many to think about. Only you can decide. Just put me to sleep now.
I dont know what to say. Too many things happened today. I tried to be at my best but I just suck at everything I do. I was frustrated, I admit. Frustration builds up into anger. I don't want to vent my anger to anyone. I don't want to lose people I really treasure. I feel like isolating myself for a while. Maybe its just one bad day.
My body feels really heaty now. I'm sweating like a pig with the fan switched on at power 3. And my brain is bursting from headaches. Please, I don't want to fall ill now. Not the right time. Cos I'm looking forward to something. I'm not taking care of my welfare and diet lately. Went for training with an empty stomach just now. Training felt like hell. A lot of running. My mind was somewhere else and my lungs felt like bursting. I had headaches and I swear I felt like fainting. But suddennly, I'm determined to fight for my place. I'm playing for my contract next season. Lets face it, money inspires you. My compatriots are starting to work hard. I need to work harder. I need to realise my commitments. I'll make it big one day.
Screw me. Fuck the world.
Dearest Almighty, I have too many to think about. Only you can decide. Just put me to sleep now.
