There is a blank test at the end of this empty subject.
During my first six years in the U.S, I learned English, developed a passion for Mathematics, enjoyed computers, and grew interested in music production.
During the past six years, it appears I made a mess out of things with the help of some great people.
The fact is, I always felt my life had a different meaning. It is like an urge to help something and see it completed. Somewhere along the line, I decided to have this great idea and pay extra mind.
I will never incline towards better perfection. It takes time with a higher value than its return. I will always say I am a work in progress of sinful living, and you will never hear me brag about things I have done. So many times, I got myself in trouble for worries about other people’s feelings. It is like tomato or tomato, but in the end, it turns into the same runs.
As I am writing this, I cannot help but rewind some of the steps I have taken. I made a right when I should have made a left and run over a few holes. I spoke when I should have been silent and silent when I needed to be saying something, but it is the dam feeling of caring for what most do not. That is nothing uncommon it happens to all of us by choices made reasons.
I tried to pick up a pencil but failed to notice the eraser was gone.
There are endless reasons for anyone to change a story.
It can be the title, a few sentences, or pages at a time.
Maybe the author disliked the color and changed it to an off-white prism. It is a change of thought or a like process that came as a reminder during constructive times. What happens to changes that become lost?
Thoughts and plans were placed neatly in a pile collecting dust in the dark. I imagine it is like music when you have too many songs. You can use the drum track from here and the bass line from that song.
It is a never-ending process, day in and the day gone.
It is a way we chose to live by doing things in a way we want. We never stop to see ahead, and if we do, it is not for long. We often feel we have control over matters steering us, switching lanes from right to wrong.
A blinker? We do not need any stinking blinker!
Who has time to carry out courtesy when we out to be gone?
Our foundation is dependent on learned lessons.
And our stories are made to be changed just as fast as the functions on a push start. We take pride in flags and whistles with lighting created to innovate. It makes sense to those empowered in making changes to raise the bar.
It was tough for me to see and feel the pain conjunctive questions. It will be easier to call out blessing with a good foundation poured. If we make a list and start to cross out things completed, it will feel like Santa flew by a little earlier to see your work. Whatever we do, we best not land on his naughty list. There is a rumor the list is handled by Milf Claus.
So, in conclusion, with the foundation, we are constantly pouring. If Mss. Claus is a “Milf” and Claus a “Gilf,” let us give it up. (applause)