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Like everything, this is dogshit, but good to know I can pull it over a night + 4 hours of day hacking.

Given that what's left is basically connecting a widget with YouTube and giving it full playback controls, I need your input. Anyone here worked with flutter and firebase before, how did your build stopped from crushing after connecting it to firebase? Mine freaked out last night, and Stack Overflow couldn't help. @Muhammedian_23

A little stretch left.

If I build an app in two days, would I get to be a member in the nerd's community?

All my peep are now graduates! My prayers have been answered. 🙂🥳

The transition of Mark from being a retard cuck who can't even answer without gibberish into becoming a man to stand with knights seems mind-bogglingly good. This reminded me a Reddit post of a vet on a date, and he said he was leftist. Then the lady said, "I need strong man," and the dude ended up doing 25 pull-ups but couldn't impress. I shall look forward to this fight.

What the fuck, dawg? 🥺

يا رب Make the exam as bright as you make the explosions of the supernovas. Give them the courage, guidance, grit and determination, and confidence. Amin. 🤲🏾

Nerds, D2F is actually real paper.

How often this happens to you, my boys?

In the tapestry of our love, memories weave, A delicate dance where truth does deceive. Once upon a time, our hearts entwined, Underneath the moon, a moment undefined. But as the tides of time gently sway, Do you recall that fateful day? You claim it was sunny, skies so blue, Yet I remember rain, our tears anew. I question, birthday girl, which memories hold true, For I'm convinced it was I who loved you. Can you trust your mind's whispered refrain? Or was it a figment of your heart's domain? Our reality, a canvas painted askew, Fragile recollections, which one to pursue? Your version falters, a mere illusion it seems, While mine prevails, the truest of dreams. Happiest birthday 🎉🎂🎈#ForYou

At times, you believe you can be something better. Like Empedocles, who was a philosopher and a man with a high vision, the father of Sufism - in vague. One day, he knew if he jumped in the volcanoes of Mount Etna, he would be reborn as a god. The story is rubbish, but I want you to imagine yourself in front of the rim in Etna. It's dry and sandy. You feel that heat but is not like you thought it might be. It's not romantic. It's just hot, dry, you can't breathe, and the smell of infernal sulphur and wet earth crust even worse things triggers an old memory or instinct in you to run. You're brought to face with a vehemence and brutality of rock and you start to feel dizzy staring in. Molten rocks in your nostrils, and it's not just that it scares you, if it were great fear, that could be a spur to action. But it fills your nostrils with benallity and dullness of plain molten dust, you see grey and black. It reminds you of torrid summer afternoon in a middle of nowhere by abandoned warehouse, you are stranded in the dirt road, chocked by heat and so much dust. You see flames in the hole but it lacks the romance of fire as you imagined it. It seems like nothing to you, because to your eyes, it's nothing. So you pull away fro it. You're not reborn as a god, you remain a mule. Your lying mind now comes with many thoughts about why it's right to pull back. Why, obviously! There's a nice meal to have, a nice drink. Maybe there's a girl waiting. Her pussy is warm and inviting. So why in hell would you jump for? It won't work now. These portals are closed for ages. What Mount Etna was to Empedocles, is there something like that to you now? Is there something like that at all anymore? Hurdle of threads, two extremes, and can't evenly decide in any of them because of fear and "morals." I love Chesterton for such reasons, as he suggests to keep on in all fields, delving into each at times. Hating her too much to change her, loving her enough to know she's worth the change kinda thing. Grieving for your loss, and celebrating cause it's your day. It's Eid. It's your Eid.

Incase.

She said, "rediscover your disgust response. It will solve most of your problems. Don't rationalize it. Gross stuffs are gross, creepy people are creepy. Trust your instincts. First impressions are almost always right, and the few exceptions to the rule aren't worth disregarding the fundamental truth for."

UPDATE: The circus is over. I can post normally about my country's future now. 😁

There are only few things you can't walk back from.