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.
Just in case you're wondering, this is how stinky I look after staying at home, stuck in my room, almost everyday.
Suppose school is hell for me. The slopes, the overhead bridge, the hills and the long stretches of staircases. On Monday, I was pespiring the whole day and I got blisters from using this crutches. That day made me swore I dont wanna go to school anymore. But today proved life as a handicapped doesn't have to be that hard. Though I don't like the attention and the uneccassary stares, I found out 'needy' students like me have the privilage of calling the guards to drive their buggy to wherever I wanna go in school. They are like my personal drivers. And, and, a good old friend of mine drove me back home in his 2-seater PORSCHE. Woooo! Sumpah best giler! (Fariss Haiqel Boulala likes this x101) I wanted to snap some photos but this friend of mine step low-profile so I didn't, also being the reason why I'm not revealing his name. (Y)
I miss a lot of things.
I miss midnight trips to Boon Lay Nasi Lemak Power.
I miss football.
I miss walking.
I miss hanging out with my friends.
I miss a lot of people.
I miss Zouk.
And I'm gonna fcukin miss Calvin Harris.
A text message woke me up last night and I couldn't go back to sleep in peace. I just hope everything's gonna be fine, or at least somewhere near fine. Anyways, just in case the worst case scenario has to happen, I'm gonna miss Dam2 too. You better take real good care of yourself in there. Besides, I might have to endure the same experience anytime soon.
Okay people, till then, take care. Don't take drugs. Or vice versa.
Just in case you're wondering, this is how stinky I look after staying at home, stuck in my room, almost everyday.
Suppose school is hell for me. The slopes, the overhead bridge, the hills and the long stretches of staircases. On Monday, I was pespiring the whole day and I got blisters from using this crutches. That day made me swore I dont wanna go to school anymore. But today proved life as a handicapped doesn't have to be that hard. Though I don't like the attention and the uneccassary stares, I found out 'needy' students like me have the privilage of calling the guards to drive their buggy to wherever I wanna go in school. They are like my personal drivers. And, and, a good old friend of mine drove me back home in his 2-seater PORSCHE. Woooo! Sumpah best giler! (Fariss Haiqel Boulala likes this x101) I wanted to snap some photos but this friend of mine step low-profile so I didn't, also being the reason why I'm not revealing his name. (Y)
I miss a lot of things.
I miss midnight trips to Boon Lay Nasi Lemak Power.
I miss football.
I miss walking.
I miss hanging out with my friends.
I miss a lot of people.
I miss Zouk.
And I'm gonna fcukin miss Calvin Harris.
A text message woke me up last night and I couldn't go back to sleep in peace. I just hope everything's gonna be fine, or at least somewhere near fine. Anyways, just in case the worst case scenario has to happen, I'm gonna miss Dam2 too. You better take real good care of yourself in there. Besides, I might have to endure the same experience anytime soon.
Okay people, till then, take care. Don't take drugs. Or vice versa.
