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Greatzeus:Life's a b***h and then you die...Az ft Nas |
I never knew jungle justice would ever make sense to me...this did...way to go |
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Common sense programming language... Lolz...if you are delving into a language for the money chances are you won't make the money and you will end up producing very bad code, however to answer your question, I'd solicit JavaScript ... JavaScript is no longer what it use to be...after learning JavaScript to an intermediate level....look for reactjs tutorials and NodeJS....one powerful stuff about JavaScript at the moment is the emergence of the Reactjs Native ....it means you can create android and iOS apps that will render greatly like they were programmed with their respective native languages...Cordova n phonegaps are not native .... They can build apk apps but they don't have that native feel...JavaScript is the future...Once more never venture into a language for the money, if you are a business man, you had better hire or take your learning serious... ![]() |
hahn:Karela in India or Bitter Gourd or Bitter Melon ...Ejinrin that is |
drnairalov:Its the mum |
klassykute:Wow...fine boy...the more I look at him, the more I appreciate Jamil...all kids are beautiful and just as precious...thanks |
viaeny:Bad-belle |
klassykute:Children are cute...If only you have a child of your own...this is the way some of you hinder your progress |
Computer Science sure rocks better when it comes to pay...The depth of knowledge you have as a scientist is overwhelming in comparison with an engineer but pay should not be your focus, there are of course engineers who get paid better than their CS counterparts, but for the record, CS outperforms CE...choose CS if you like Software+Abstract stuffs, chose CE for Hardware...hope ive been able to help u a bit...plus im an electrical engineering student (B.eng in view) |
uhalauju:Thanks for the reply, May God preserve you. |
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this: You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinner's ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just affect you. They affect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up...No life is worth taking, none, not even yours... Credit:http://www.staystrongyall..com |
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