CooperRocks

Merry Christmas, y'all!

mel_butterfuly

¸.•♥•.¸ᴍᴀɴʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇʟ¸.•♥•.¸
          ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ,(◕︿◕✿)
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          ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ.
           ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɴᴏ. 
          ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. 
          ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. 
          ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ,
           ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ.ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ.
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          ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ!!!
          ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘꜱ/ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ( ^◡^)
          ʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪꜰ ᴡᴇʀᴇ/ᴀʀᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏʀ
          ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ.
          .   ∧∧2021
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          ┌┐ .O O  ┌┐
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          2022
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          have a great day~~

CooperRocks

@mel_butterfuly Thanks, Mel! Life is a rollercoaster like I say in my book. Another way to represent ups and downs. Waiting for the New Year Eve must be an up, you know, because it's a holiday and people drink, talk and laugh. But we're not robots and I prefer to feast through the year and suffer on the holidays. You're still a greenager so I wish you happiness on both lines. And, of course, thank you for your hearts on my wall, thank you for your message and my wish for you is to be positive. I'm working 24/7 and I'm not sure I'll write to you but if I don't, hit me with a line and I'll write back for sure. Cheers!
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Cross-Warrior

Hello there, Kristian for following me. You're amazing for it ❤️ Always curious to know how people found my account and why they followed, so feel free to share ;) Haha, even if you don't feel like sharing, still, thanks so much for the follow. It means a ton to me ^.^
          
          - Cross

CooperRocks

@Cross-Warrior Hello, Dragon! I usually search using the names of my favourite bands or popular words with the hope not another Instagram story to pop out. Then I scan the bio and check if the user's been active lately. If it is so I follow so I'd grab a chance for exchanging witty witty later. Then we drink beer talking world stuff and our everyday life jumps out of the box :)
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CooperRocks

Merry Christmas, y'all!

samanthaelimcper

Hello Kristian. I don’t know if you’re accepting reading requests, but I just want to pop, and welcome you to the story, I had been working on, for the time that seems like forever to me.
          
          It’s truly an honor to hear what you has to say:,)
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/292055484?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=_TaylorHowell&wp_originator=c4XJBb703ctVfDLVtdC%2BMNO8D74KK5d8lYFbjEy%2B%2B2qj7To67PnY23t%2Bpc9v8LqCjinr8rVWZLwcNiPEEZUWSk7MthrTS0uJJV3%2FzfdW158fDkeOY872EyfdWTfo%2F7Oj

samanthaelimcper

@CooperRocks thanks so much Kristian. I am very overwhelmed you gave it a chance. There is a twist in the story, which I would like to pinch a drop. In the middle part of the book, the story was restart and narrated by Bella Mitsch Davies, herself. I worried if it will be confusing, so I updated the part titled “Mr. Hunchback’s Theater Show”, to make the plots clear. 
            
            It’s okay Kristian, I am really over the moon to hear from you. 
            
            (And yes, I have an enormous love for poetries, so, I will be thrilled if I actually sounded:,)
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CooperRocks

@samanthaelimcper I glanced over your work. I'm sorry I haven't read it all. It's not because you ain't good. NO! I just made a paperback turn with my favourite writers and I plunged into writing. So, I usually don't read anything out of the plan, you know ;) But a little spy I did with your hunchbacked title. And here is my critique. You definitely have the advantage of the native speaker. I, for example, constantly am weaving a story very high in the clouds of my imagination. I, again, have got neither one plain sentence, which probably classifies my work as a poetry. But you have got your privilege and more, you are in possession to unveil, I mean describe, your fantasy on paper which is a good thing. For example, I'm writing for 16 years old but they think through ME, which is 20 years later. Yours is real, understand?
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CooperRocks

Hello, followers, who are here to tail my existence on planet Earth! You know I write down Thursdays and Sundays.
          
          I added a great feature to one of my projects (infact the one I'm going to publish some day here), so, I can proudly share that I'm one step forward. What I'm talking about. It's for the duality of the setTimeout method. To use that one usually you need a string to change a property and a variabled or non-variabled value to say to the program how much time you want to delay to execute the method. I've been using the string type of this method for more than ten years and it works fine because you usually need one property changed at a time, and, to yours and my satisfaction, you could insert a single variable in the string of the method, which makes it unnecessary to think for anything else than the string type. Yesterday, though, I happened upon the need to change lots of properties at the same time but I didn't know how to. So, I used the same string type of the method to execute my function. After counting to two zillions, because that's the number of my properties I must change if I want to continue with the project, the browser gave me the finger. Probably the processor too. They screamed: "You could not execute two zillions of setTimeouts, man!" I agreed and started to dig for solution. It was ten o'clock in the evening. So, I made up a few variants - four or five - and I was constantly commenting and uncommenting these but my lack of success irritated me, and, like most programmers I began cursing. My curses, though, were from the mild kind like "Come on!" and "Give me a break!" It was nothing like I was effing the whole world for my incompetence. Four hours and five cigarettes later I congratulated myself with a solution!
          
          I want to make a remark. I know that some of you, probably, think the programmer knows everything but it's not like that. As an excuse I'm telling you it was a second degree problem. Not the algorithm and not the maths.

ASBE2520

Thanks for the follow back buddy have a great day tc =^._.^= ∫

AreatreaHart

Thanks for the fallow

CooperRocks

OK, I was just stretching. You know, to dare to share has its milestones. I'll tell you what happened to me in Monday but I must prepare you for my experience. There is a movie every teenager likes a lot and outgrown teenagers, too. It's the X-men. Anyone Earth dweller's been introduced with the special power skills of the Werewolf. And, I here looked at lots of fics about him. He's from the good crew. And they always win. For my whole life I've seen one movie only where the bad guy won. I'm not sure if it's fair. Maybe good and bad ends have to be even. Anyone knows that in real life there is a harmony. You can't change the reality but telling people forever and ever that good beats evil and to expect that good people won't give you a kick out is not very probable. But, about X-men. In the evil crew there is one blue woman who could be anyone she wants to be from the other team. People who made the movie says it's bad. She's from the evil crew and you must not do this - look like, talk like or think like someone else.
          
          OK, but, if you are living in an unfriendly environment, it's the easiest escape out.
          
          So, I caught a cold a couple of weeks ago and I ate a certain pill to get well sooner. Then, this Monday, I was waiting in line for the drugstore. I count five people to wait for, asked who's the last one and it turned out that two of the five women's been together so I counted one out. There's something from the past which some of the pharmacists still practice in my country - to play the substitute of your doctor. Sometimes it's not a bad thing. But I waited 35 minutes and my turn was coming when the two women started to explain their problem. The younger one said: "He bent down and he couldn't stand up! What to do?" So, the pharmacist get a medicine from the shelf but what about me. I walked in her husband's shoes for a second which resulted in a pain in the back. This pain came again when I returned at home and this pain came again the next day. Bad, isn't it?

CooperRocks

Hello to the dramatic community in Internet!
          
          Four days's been and gone. It's time to share. The last two sentences's bisecting my train of thought into two different directions. 
          
          First thing, I usually don't share a lot with people in private. It's not because I don't want to. Infact, most people don't share at all. This is because of the public cloud called World Wide Web. No! I'm not right. People share! But they share what's been happening in the net yesterday. It's been the same with TV a decade ago or even thirty years ago... But TV can not obsess your phone. Internet, though, through millions of programmers, artists and producers, invade your calling device, which most people do use now - the smartphone. You could easily be defeated by yourself if you hang out with your phone. But, if you intentionally program your mind to addict to certain applications and the relevant information, INDEPENDENT is what people read on your forehead when you greet, smile or talk. Anyways, there are absurd types of addiction and certain cases which must be excused from the surrounders and, probably, the expenses payed from the users of the device for shrinks and drugs to wash away this smart disease of the new generation, to be covered by the companies which manufactured the gadget. Had the smart phones been responsible for Covid?
          
          The second thing I happened to recall from the preface of my post is about time. FOUR DAYS since I posted here. It's lots of time. And, closely tied with the previous paragraph... Do people who are obsessed, or, let's call it more mildly, digitalized, give their non-shared profits of experience to me? Is this a desperate cry for help? I don't know! But in the past, there's been a thousand at the most small communities where people worked together - face to face and arm in arm. It wasn't very far away from the present days. How much? Two hundred years. What do we do now? We got eight billion isolated communities. Every man is a universe. Is that good?

CooperRocks

Continues from my last update...
          
          Hello, guys and girls! I'm here for you again, and as I promised, I'll finish what I started in my previous post. I could skip that part cause it's sort of traumatizing experience for me, but I won't for I've been there before and, someday, it could be your own experience and you must calm down when it comes, to receive it dead-cold and to get out of the muddle intact. But what I'm talking about? Look down there!
          
          OK, I pulled from my cigarette and my knees bent. Hopefully I was just sitting down! LOL My point here is I was trying to get a stroke or a heart attack. I'll try to summarize my condition at the time using my best explanatory formula called from our contemporaries EXAMPLE.
          
          OK. Imagine you get up from bed. Some people rise with the sun, jumping from the bed and they're done with their awakening for the day. That's probably because they finished all they planned for the previous day! Most people, though, have problems with getting up in the morning. There could be different reasons for that state of their minds but after variety of rituals including breakfast and morning coffee, we, the lazy people, got up and meet our fate. You know, usually our blood flows slowly before and speed up after the rituals. We are not very active in the first few hours, and, you know, it's a given rule that business calls start after 10 a.m.
          
          So, I finished work and got back home to dig into my script. And, as I said in my previous post, I was going fantabulous but one little mistake I could call even a squeak of a mistake ruined all my spare four hours my Tuesdays are famous with. And, obviously, when I went for a cigarette, knowing that I failed, my heart pump started to give to my head very concentrated stuff which my head rejected back down. It was like that for a couple of minutes and my hand was even shaking a little but I went through that before and I've been calm... and angry about the script which I finally done a couple of hours ago