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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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You
Monday, July 5, 2010
Can't help reading your text over and over again. Fuck those empty promises, those lies. I don't know what you're up to now or what's running through your mind. Friends tell me they pity me and its sad to hear my situation. I wonder why the girl I love the most treats me the worst. But hey, besides losing you and all that has been sacrificed to make this work, I have nothing else to lose. You love me too much? I may love you so much too, can't deny. But I also know your darkest secrets. You probably liked it. Thats why you're back for more. Is she like Pepsi to you? "Ask for more." Go on, live with your mistakes. You know you're gonna regret this. You said that yourself.

And I can't help loving the way this hurts. Sorry, I used to be a nice guy. But being nice is just so overrated. So don't blame me for this. You know you only have yourself to blame.