But tea and tobacco, on the other hand, they were introduced to in the 1850's by the whalers, and many couldn't live without it, and would go to great lengths to get it.

guilty

i like to write

the gig is quite plain, you won't tell it straight, or dox us your name, instantiate your gait; it is all very well that you do this; except there's a truth I must tell, a tennet or precept, that alighted me on a dew cover'd morn -- alighted me, a pleb, beggar, forlorn! Dear Nyms; From the shadows, you sell me your product, from citadels, you preach about air-gapped, firewalled, bullwarked bastions, and behave As though you know how the roads to hell are paved; I tell you, good people find this not a bit suspect, that such a tech-savvy-knowledgeable-on-the-subject -of-freedom nym has time and resources to share to code, to write, to pontificate and e'en dare presume to know--e'en their relics exhume--the saints. You want us to simply imitate full throated, like the loon call, sultry, drooling and bloated, to sneak to your chambers where hellfire dances, to be lulled by your lullabys, essays and stances, to believe your intentions are only well-meaning, while never once championing those voices of Liberty. "Privacy, Freedom and Anarchy," preaching, But never condemning oppressors, how peachy; of the one tune you're singing, my eardrums are sodden (Freedom-tech, feeedom-money, feeedom-people, yadda-yadda)! If, freedom-fighting nym, you are really what you say you are, then verisimilitude-giving is simply par for the course, de minimus; if, truly, it is Freedom's side you are on, then how long did you think that selling sneakers would fool us? If trust-building your angle, dear nym, then hark! say something worthwhile from your lairs so dark!

Jews are masterminds and puppeteers

Most of the Bitcoiners will stop reading here. As the dogma and fixed scripture of our cult demands to run a node and not question it anymore.

“I’m not going to pass (make it for) the Japanese Language Proficiency Test,” I groaned heavily. I stared in dismay at the books on my study table. My examination was approaching, but I still did not understand many things. I felt that this problem would just eat me alive.

I was doomed. My heart sank.

I decided to run to clear my head. While running, I thought about how I could solve this problem. I analysed my situation. I had very little time and too much content to cover. Desperate, I needed to apply effective study habits.

I used the Pomodoro technique; studying for just 25 minutes enhanced my concentration. I also started to revise my work before sleeping. Sleeping on the material helped me remember new words.

However, disaster struck. (a spanner was thrown into the works.) My school needed me to organise a summer camp for eager students. My study time got trimmed like the crew cut that was trending among boys these days. I tried not to panic.

Determined to stay in control, I trimmed the fat from my schedule. No more video games. No more social media. I brought my notebook everywhere and studied every time I could.

The day of the examination arrived. The questions were difficult, but I doggedly tried my best. I just did not want any regrets.

After the examination, I resumed my life. However, I had to get used to the frantically flapping butterflies in my stomach. The day of the results release finally arrived. I opened the envelope.

Woah! I passed!

Tears of joy fell down my cheeks. I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

This incident taught me the importance of sheer resolve. Since I never wavered in my determination, I could apply problem-solving skills to secure a pass. If I never gave up, there was no problem I could not solve. I was delighted to have become more resilient.