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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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You
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Surf life goes on beyond the day's last swells; having balance, vision and respect for Mother Nature is a way of life.

The Raglans(Vans) is now first in the list for my collection of footwear.

Sunday, March 28, 2010
Nothing left for me to say
There's no more wicked games to play
It's time for me to walk away
I am alright

I feel like I'm on a high
A new begining that is my life
I'm turning to the rythm of the night
I am alright

The music is making me growing
The only thing that keeps me awake is me knowing
There's no one here to break me or bring me down
There's no one here to hurt me or fool around

I have no more time for you to hurt my feelings
Done enough to prove I'm all that I believe in
We are at the end, no more stupid lies
I'm better off without you here by my side

So now there is no longer you and I

Don't care what other people say
I know you fool around all day
No, it doesn't hurt me anyway
I am alright

And when the day turns into night
I'm in the club forgetting you and I
And when I think of how you treated me
You proved me right

So now there is no longer you and I

There is no longer you and I


Medina-You And I

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Dear mum, I've been wasting your money for 4 semesters in this polytechnic. I don't wanna waste your money anymore. At this period of my life, it's impossible to have interested in studies. Everything's bothering me. I need time to decide what I really want to do. But how do I tell you?


I guess I'll text her later. Now, who's ready for Marco V?

Sunday, March 7, 2010
It's not just a lock-up. There's an extremely high chance I won't be able to see him for a long time. He's my only brother. My mind is so bothered.

Saturday, March 6, 2010
Its been real hectic recently. Worked everyday. Friday, I started off at Pan Pacific Hotel, 7am in the morning. Then went straight to continue at Resorts World which ended at midnight where I then went to PSA for my first lashing job. That was the most tiring job ever and it lasted till 7pm would you believe? 16 hours of hard labour in that stupid stuffy cargo ship, lashing up big cars and lorries. So in total, I had about 35 working hours in one single day. Oh wait, that's more than one day. Sape nak challenge? Syah and Zika don't call me robocop for nothing. Even a robot will explode after 35 hours of non-stop work.

Backaches, muscle cramps, headaches, and many more. So cancelled my plan to go Zouk cos I thought I should be in deep sleep upon reaching home. But guess what. I went to drink instead. And then went flat in bed right after. Woke up and brother bear is already in lock up. I kinda feel fortunate for not joining them at Zouk. Someone please bail him out! Our family have had enough of our troubles.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010





Look at that. Literally broken into two.
Well, football is a true passion. Doubltlessly the best sport in the world. But the injuries can scare the fuck out of you. It can turn into a lifetime phobea.
Best wishes to Aaron Ramsey. Have a speedy recovery. I guess I know how it feels.