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We Grow from Concrete

on August 30, 2020

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I almost lost Faith in Man's Sense of Humanity

on May 09, 2020

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To Cupid

on April 01, 2020

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FYI: I am an Individual

on August 18, 2019

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What Hello, Love Goodbye taught me

on August 03, 2019

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Choose to Live!

on May 14, 2019

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SMOKE

on April 24, 2019

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Father Time

on April 24, 2019

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To All the Wallflowers

on April 24, 2019

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My 3am Thoughts

on April 24, 2019

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Welcome!

on April 24, 2019

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We Grow from Concrete

Circumstances can be the force you had to contend with to stay alive and it is frustrating. Life here on earth is but a series of random occurrences with a predetermined tragic end. We will all die. We all struggle in many different ways. Others are fortunately fit to make it while others had to struggle more without the assurance of succeeding. You worked so hard and planned incessantly for the uncertain future. You tried to do good things in hopes that a good life awaits, but how can you be so sure? You might have such a great day or a lousy one, yet you might still end up dying any moment. They say life is what we make it. Well good for you if your one of those folks brimming with optimism. You can still manage to see a silver lining despite how bad things are going. But not all of us is gifted with that mindset. Not all of us can be helped by those motivational literature they call self-help. Not all of us have enough mental willpower to shrug off every wave endangering...

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Naj Jandy: Hello there! I am a free-spirited person who laughs so much, talks so much, but at times prefers to be alone. Yes, I like to socialize but there's also a part of me that yearns for solitude and cherishes the idea of being with oneself. I think this isn't a peculiar attitude in most people, since there's a part in us that gets drained by people. Well in this blog, you'll read random posts about random topics under the sun. I hope you do enjoy!

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Choose to Live!

Life isn’t perfect. Life has never been flawless. You might think life specializes on making things difficult for you. You might think you’ve been a slave for those countless ordeals you have dealt. You have construed the abundance of trials as forces entwined in a conspiracy to bring you down. There might have been occasional attempts you’ve made to blight your young life. To ponder on a possibility that ends pain with pain. To instigate an act of insurgence against life’s cruelty. To express the boldest form of dissent from difficulty. Yes you can do that. And you think you have all the right to decide on favoring what you think is rational. You can always count on myriad ways to die. You can take a bullet straight to your head. You can swallow those sleeping pills to induce you in eternal slumber. You can slice through that lifeline on your wrist and see how the river of life slowly drains out of your limp body. Body. Body that have been struggling for years. Body tha...

To All the Wallflowers

To all the wallflowers: Every name has been mentioned but you. Every face has been familiar but you. Every effort and acts has been recognized and appreciated but you. Everyone has established an impression and a lasting memory but you. You walked the streets but only shadows are loyal enough to be with you. For everything that you do, you have always been the vine in a building’s crevice that people won’t take time to notice or even bother appreciating. You have always been the ear and never the mouth that speaks. You have always been the person other people wouldn’t care to miss. You are just a mere back-up for everything. The person no other people in the world would remember to have marked. Always the rejected and the forgotten. You have all the reason to feel sad. You are entitled to feel vulnerability. You are always welcome to feel the demands of pain. The world has been turning lives of other people for the better yet here you are, existing in this world but treated as ...

I almost lost Faith in Man's Sense of Humanity

I want to slam everything I see. I want to crush anything within my grip. With my rage I want to slash, tear, and break everything within my sight. I want to swear! Spit out filthy words to those filthy beings. They deserve a taste of my rage. They have provoked me and in such dire courage to awaken the sleeping dragon in me, they’ll suffer the consequences. They’ll drown in my loud roar and bathe in the infernal heat of my fire. They should be stuck in the worst canto there is in inferno. Who are these filthy people? Well, they are the worst nightmares one will ever meet. Their existence is but proof of the imperfections and impurities omnipresent in this world. They are the nastiest virus and the vilest of all organisms. They are despicable and they will always be two-faced traitors who will never be trustworthy. Their words, despite the quantity, suffer from poor quality. The words that escape their lips are not meant to be held for they are incredibly unreliable creatur...

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