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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, January 18, 2010

Recently, mum, grandma and aunt, all three cried in front of me, because of me. How can I not be stressed out? And I have so many other stuffs to think about. People used to smile when they look at me. Mum used to boast about how well I'm doing in school. Dad used to boast about how well I can play football. And look what I've become now? Now they look at my face only to find themselves in tears.
And I fuckin lost my contacts again, so ma peeps, please text me and leave me your name. Thanks.