I am publishing my previous months’ mental baggage-slash-realizations that have been sitting in my drafts folder for quite some time, for the cyberworld’s momentary entertainment on this lazy, bipolar weather… and because I’ve lost the momentum to continue/finish them.

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I’ll never forget the first time I heard “Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never harm me.” I was a little kid wanting so badly to believe in those words my mother had taught me, so anytime I was sad, hurt or discouraged I would remind myself of this invaluable piece of advice.

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