My teacher told me a story about a man, the chosen . He was nearly perfect man, as nobody is perfect, in the manner of speaking. I was very ashamed that I always complained of everything that I had. I think I am just not grateful enough for everything that God has gave to me. I should be more grateful.
I know this post is completely unrelated. But I have no idea what to write and I just want to write. I could write a story but it will took a long time to finished it as I am in the middle term test now. It was quite hard, actually. As I saw the questions, are all essay. I know I shouldn't talk about this, but then, what am I going to write?
And now, I am proud to say that I don't know what to write. Fin.
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