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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.

JustBringIt!






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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
I seriously don't know what's gonna happen to me tmr. Shout at me, cuff me, lock me up. Whatever. I don't give a shit. Just don't detain me any longer. I have an operation the day after tmr! I'm nervous already. Oh fcuk! Imagine the surgeon with the needle staring at me, knowing he's going to put me to sleep for hours. What if I can't wake up?! Even my mum can't wake me up every morning. Ahhhhhh!!!! So nerved, I'm falling sick already.