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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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Sunday, August 30, 2009
Some things happen in such sudden. This post and my previous post doesn't compliment each other. You know how I feel about you and you know how you feel about me. After all this while, all that we've gone through, it ended just like that. Unbelievable isn't it. You said you don't want to hurt me already. But this is not making me feel any better. Then let it be. I just hope you're happy now. Hope you'll find that happiness you've been pursuing.

I think I've been man enough to talk things out. We needed to. Things won't hide in the bushes for long. The truth always reveals itself. People see, people talk. I just thought there wasn't a need to lie. I think I've been understanding and open enough. You could have told me honestly earlier. Like you used to. I feel I deserve to at least know who he is. I wanted to hear it from you. Not others. Not by suspecting. I won't restrict you from doing what you want. I'm in no position to do so. I didn't want attention. We have commitments and I think we managed to really understand each other. I just wanted you to make me feel assured. Thats all I ask for. I didn't ask for a departure.

Now, what's left are memories. Memories which make me wish things would be like how it used to be. No point pondering though. It happened before. Things happen for a reason. Mostly good reasons. Its either we're not meant to be or this is for the good of us. Besides, not all goodbyes are farewell forever.

Goodbye, special one. Thanks for everything. I will always treasure and appreciate. Nothing is forgotten. That photo will stay where you placed it.

3.30am last night, I recieved a message from a friend, "Doesn't mean you love someone, you have to be with her."