After several days of indolence, a certain ray of light suddenly flashed in front of me. The light spoke to me in a very ethereal manner, “Nicko, this is your chance. Write all those stories now and think that every page has a monetary equivalence.” I fidget from where I was seated and slapped my face twice (not the mag-asawang sampal though). I was just dreaming I guess. But of course, I just made up all of these things. Well, I don’t know, the past days were terrible. I didn’t have the urge to at least think of writing something. Now, I’m beginning to write again not because I’m thinking of the two paychecks that I haven’t claimed yet, I’m writing simply because I love doing it.
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Really? Hmmm… that doesn’t sound nickie-ish to me. I don’t know. Anyway, goodluck with the big event tomorrow in “wherever” it is.