I've had this claim to being a vicious and fierce writer since high school. Essays, articles and headlines aren't intimidating at all. And now, answering ten thousand emails can be compared to a stroll along the beach.
Guess what? I've been stumped for the past hour or so. I've been staring into a blank piece of notepad with my only pen at hand. I've had blocks like this one before. Especially when under pressure during competitions. Nothing though prepared me to this day.
Why can't I freaking write a letter to a 4 year old kid somewhere in Isabela?
Yes, it's for my sponsored child. And no, I can't think of anything remarkable enough to tell a kid in nursery about. Sheesh~
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