Perfecting
Perfection
That was
Never Perfect

Hi. Feel free to browse through this shitty blog. If you come to spam, then get the fuck out. You have been warned.


I am HAKIM STRIPES. Once a dumbass, Always a dumbbutt.. Likes: Gymming. Crapping around. Laughing. Dislikes: Gays, bapoks and those who act tough in gym. Dumbshits.

Why so SERIOUS?

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Matin
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Rina
Afandi
Rizal


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» September 2012

I'll admit it. Guys are never the ones who break down easily. Instead of crying, we change the medium. We write songs, write poems and that kind of shit.

I'm always the guy who absorbs the anger whenever there's an argument. I know my bad side, my rage. I always tell myself, I can't risk losing my temper. It's too ugly for other people to see. So instead of focusing my energy to fight back, I just hold it back.

I can't remember when was the last time I cried before this night. I held back tears from that shit MRT station to city hall. Hell I even joke to myself and felt a little better. But the long train back forced me to reflect on myself. I swear, that was the longest train ride in my life.

I can't even think straight while writing this blog so I shall stop here. Defenses broke down completely when I was in the shower.

A tear broke free. damn sial :s

On a lighter note, HP7 was awesome. Some interesting scenes that i likey very much
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