in the name of zero

i’m typing this on an empty stomach, but that’s beside the point. to start the ball rolling, me and a friend of mine tried to defend our thesis proposal the other day (but only because it’s a condition for seniors enrollment next semester). what the thesis topic is doesn’t matter, at least not anymore. i had to drag my ass up floors to set things up.. along with a slew of other stuff that need to be taken cared of. hoping for the best as i went thru the day. the defense started with hitches, people came in late, equipments came in late. and the projector needed some caressing before it started displaying pictures. then, the verbal lashing started.

it’s a well known fact that panelists have the uncanny ability to find something wrong with your statements, no matter what your statements are. i wish i could find a funny way of putting that, but i honestly can’t.

maybe it had everything to do with friday the thirteenth? it sure as shit does from where i’m standing. or maybe they didn’t like my choice of shoes. (i wasn’t wearing a tie too)

statements to watch out for:

1) “what did you say your problem statement was again?”
from here on, things can only get more rough…

2) “huh?”
apparently, they didn’t understand anything/everything you
just said. so you hafta start from the very beginning again.
refer to number 1 above.

3) “convince us of the significance of your (undergrad) thesis…”
panelists want heroic, “world peace magnitude” reasons for
doing a thesis work.. refer to number 2 above.

there are still plenty more… the above statements basic’ly form a loop. pretty much generic and freakishly annoying. i spent the next hour or two reiterating shit that should have been history a few minutes ago. then i lost my cool because some panelists were arrogant, stubborn, know-it-all, but that’s fine. moments later, i got into a (sort of) heated argument, and i discovered a way to make people, especially girls, tell you exactly what’s on their mind. make them/her angry at you. it’s a good thing popular civil ethics demand that people should sugar-coat their words in a formal-academic-adult discourse. this conscious effort tends to disappear slowly as the heat on everyone’s head escalate. the defense thing was basically a “hold-me-in-duress-till-im-saved-by-the-bell” scenario. you can tell that your contentions have no chance whatsoever of actually being considered while in defense, when all they do is to compare your thesis with other works.

as if i cared.

boy, they got away with so much. and i’m left in the room with my ego smashed. a few minutes later i met one of them along the way, lifted my (consequently) 10-ton right arm to give a wave. …nearly died doing it.

…times like these, you need a juicy fruit. really.

[ accident at school ]
yeah, so yesterday 8:00 am, i fell down the LRC building stairs. such luck. i was alone at that moment, so i practically limped my way to the school clinic which was two buildings away. now i’m here at my desk typing this entry with a swollen (sprained) ankle. too swollen. walking is a chore. it’s taking me a full ten minutes just to reach the toilet so i can urinate. but at least now they treat me like a king here at our house. open office compilation still cranking till now. (more or less 12 hours running straight) i started two yesterday’s ago. it should have finished in one day if it were not for the blackouts.

[ update! ]

7:37 am, open office finished compiling. *congratulates self*

and for the record

heaven talrasha # genlop -t openoffice
 * app-office/openoffice
	
     Fri Jul  7 07:35:29 2006 >>> app-office/openoffice-1.1.4-r1
       merge time: 16 hours, 46 minutes and 37 seconds.

i’m a poor kid with many wants! please welcome my new category. “it sucks to be poor”, where i’ll be talking mostly, about material stuff i want but i cannot afford (yet).

[ books ]
-magic the gathering-
magic the gathering back stories

-diablo-
Legacy of Blood: No.1 (Diablo S.)
The Black Road: Diablo #2 (Diablo S.)
Moon of the Spider (Diablo)
Diablo: Tales of Sanctuary

-starcraft-
Speed of Darkness (Starcraft S.)
Starcraft: Liberty’s Crusade Bk. 1 (Starcraft S.)
Starcraft: Shadow of the Xel’Naga Bk. 2 (Starcraft S.)

warcraft books are also cool!

[ software ]
ida pro disassembler standard linux

someone just had to fucking comment about my uncontrollable drinking habit.

also, i solved two new crackmes. lord’s easy crackme 1 and 2.
crackme 1
crackme2

this is getting pretty addictive. in fact, i think i’ll skip classes tommorrow to do more of this stuff.

god damn! the series of blackouts (i thought was over) has sent my gentoo box fscking all over the place. the blackout frequency has increased and i think my hard disk or any other appliance we have at home can’t take anymore punishment. fucking annoying. and those bastards at the power company always keeps on repeating the same old reasons and promising the same old promises. sometimes they don’t even answer their fucking phone. tonight, i was about to lose it. i even went to my mom’s room to ask for medicine for relief (anti-depressant.. anti-stress .. whatever). unfortunately, we don’t have drugs like those. i slept at our living room coz my room transforms into a sauna whenever there is no electricity. it was hell. especially since there were lots and lots of mosquitoes. drenched in my own pool of sweat around 10 o’ clock, i thought about mentally undressing some girls out of hopelessness, but i couldn’t put my mind into that concentrating zone because it was hot, itchy, and my balls were sweating as if they were faucets.

anyway, the lights are back now, i do hope we won’t have anymore blackouts. luckily, today is a saturday. no condor heroes. also, i’m doing further kernel studies for stephy. paging and memory management. next post about osdev - interrupt descriptor table and the interrupt service routines.

sweaty,
- me

i fucking missed one episode of condor heroes!!!!!! so i made another haiku yesterday while i was eating dinner. here goes.

eating fish
with soy sauce.
missing them-
chinese chicks at school.

man i tell ya, my city sucks.

[ music ]
i’ve been listening to the corrs - would you be happier? nonstop recently whenever i sit in infront of the computer to work. cool song.

[ newbie ]
we’re scheduled to have a seminar this week about “researching” and other skills needed to make a successful thesis. this is gonna be a long week.

[ stephy kernel ]
yeah! so i guess it’s the only hobby kernel in the world that has a nick name. *giggle* i’m nearly done with the crude_console message system rewrite. though i still need to make a lotta helper functions like the libc-stdio vsprintf() and family that utilizes va_arg. hopefully, i’ll have a general purpose message interface and kernel message interface by the end of this week.

a little roadmap to self:
1 finish the print() system.
2 add more libc functionality (fuck) and give a shit about going non-ISO.
3 global table descriptor format review
4 interrupt descriptor table/interrupt service routines/interrupt request services
5 programmable interface controller
6 text lynlyn often coz she’s soo cute.

— these should keep me occupied for weeks —

i guess i’ll go and buy a “don’t kill yourself” book now.

rekindled hate for java, the last one and a half week. this java-jedi seminar we’re having at school bores me to death but what choice do i have? lots and lots of stupid bloated pointless constructs that only the stupid bloated minded of persons do. dang, everyday i learn entirely new classes and methods and more classes and methods that it isn’t the least bit educating anymore. simple things get complicated and every statement or block for that matter looks like it was done by a drunk programmer. it is a language for flashy show off people who uses the term “i prefer to be productive” as a reason for something they feel they couldn’t do in a language other than java. i’d rather have my penis sliced off than do things in it. comment flame me dogs.

more java sucks pages:
java crit
java sucks
java hall of shame
sun is right. java sucks

anything but java,
- me

(supposed to be yesterday’s post)

the weather has been dangling on two extremes for two days now, at least i feel it is. rain in the morning brings welcome cold air. i like how it makes me wanna hug my pillow so much (i imagine steph huggin her pillow tight too while i’m at it). and the coldness also makes the bed more comfortable and soft for some reason. but the temperature begins to rise come first sunshine with it’s peak (day time high) around late noon - one to two pm. the weather is soo hot, i can feel my scrotum perspiring. adding to the heat are the random blackouts we’re having. it occured to me that i haven’t gone outside the house for many many days now. so i went outside our yard to get some fresh air. the electricity came back after a few hours. just in the nick of time too, since i was already at my limit. i bought coke, some ice, and cranked the electric fan up to level three.

i did some bits of c programming a few minutes after. i start now, with yet another basic examples. syscall in check. ptrace(). finished two programs, an asm prog that prints a string and quits, and a c prog that traces the asm program’s execution. here goes nothing..

(more…)

..opened up a new “storeless” business last week. they sell nothing but coke. seems like they’ve been observing me too much. fuck! i hate them for taking advantage of me this way! assholes.