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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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Monday, October 26, 2009
I really don't know what to do anymore. I'm sick and tired of making decisions and ending up regretting. I feel so depressed especially when someone urges you to go one way, but you know the other way is the right one. Then I realise I get mocked by everyone in the end because someone else gives you too much time too consider. Blame really loves me.

Its always me and my miserable stories. And people get sick and tired of reading my blog because I blabber about the same old things now and then. I get sick of blogging too.

Sick and tired, sick and tired, sick and tired. Thats all I feel today. I'm also sick and tired of pretending to be fine when everything that I can think of everyday, just matters too much. Maybe they should repair my brain too. Put screws, staples, plastic?

And yeah, my left limb cannot function for at least 9 months more. Trust me, you'd rather be pregnant. I dont know what I can do. Nothing fun, really. Keep blogging? No, I'll stop blogging. At least for a long time. BAI!