sites i’m helping out in someway or another:
» rhythmNatives.com
» pi beta phi — cal eta chapter
» funkanometry
» swoon Units
i only wish i have more time now… rather than programming something for my ics class (booooooo!)
sites i’m helping out in someway or another:
» rhythmNatives.com
» pi beta phi — cal eta chapter
» funkanometry
» swoon Units
i only wish i have more time now… rather than programming something for my ics class (booooooo!)
man-o-man… ever wonder if youre living a real life or just a fake illusion. it’s like searching for water in the dessert and you see a mirage of an oasis, you want it to be true but don’t really know the consequences after you take that first sip. well, that’s kind of my deep thought for today. but before i get started on that… jon and i played a vicious and mean (MEAN I TELL YOU, MEAN) prank on someone we look up to and admire—someone with a great history of people-skills and all that good crapolla… yah, to that person, we really felt bad—but you have to admit (well… at least jon and i do) that it was funny as hell and it made you laugh (somewhat?! no?). so yah, peace brother peace.
anyways, as to what the topic holds in its scopes. i’m sure most of us could say that we had an experience in life that we wanted to really happen, and when it did—we didn’t like what we saw or felt. we were too blind to look far enough to see the reality behind things and were clouded with a grand illusion—something WE wanted to see. it’s kinda like that movie moment from Patch Adams were Robin Williams was talking to a patient/friend of his…and conversing about something that had to do with the shit i’m talkin’ bout. the old man holds up his hands, spreads out his fingers and tells patch to look and see at how many fingers he is holding up. patch replies with a dumbfounded “five…” old man looks at him and tells him, you are not looking at the grand picture (or somethin’ like that…go rent it—its a great movie)… then tells patch to look beyond and patch sees it. to know what i’m talking bout… hold up your hand to close enough to your face and spread out your fingers. you should be able to see five, but looking beyond your hand, you could actually see more (if you don’t see it still, just freakin’ blur your vision and focus on the background instead of your hands…).
meanwhile, i’m writing too much about this deep shit instead of just getting started on the next program for my ics class. i guess i’ll say that i’m giving back to the community in someway, so i hope this filled in the depth of those shallow minds out there. well… i guess i’m gonna start on my crusade for the holy A+ that i’m hoping to get (which i don’t think anyone in this course will get) but hey, ASSUME FOR THE WORST BUT HOPE FOR THE BEST!
from my i‑didn’t-sleep-till-7-this-morning-and-woke-up-at-9am mind to yours… peace and look at the grand picture.
ps. share some insights, thats what the comments link is for. don’t be just a reader—educate.
i’m sooo busy this past week. things just came on top of each other like your-own-hand-picked-mixed-ice-cream from Coldstone. however, i succeeded in writing all my programs for ics142; only thing is, i don’t think i had enough time to study for the quiz this past wednesday—i guess i’ll be dropping that one.
as the weekend came, two birthday’s being celebrated: my brother, glen’s, and tony’s—i don’t know why i hang around this guy, he flakes =p. him and julie just got back from the PI this thursday, and this guy calls me to hang out on friday afternoon after my class. i call him after the time he was suppose to call me only to find out from julie that he’s somewhere else gallivanting…“bastard.” anyways, happy birthday tony and glen.
as for my ics class…damn it to hell. it’s almost done. i think we are in the fourth week now, so two more and a finals’ week to go. so when you see me online, just don’t go by your day working or surfin’…say hi once in a while fools—i’m human too ^ ^
anyways, its 4ish am and i need to get up early to code a little bit and go to lunch with my familia for glen’s bday. we eating seafood at redondo pier. so yah, go check and sign up at the forums — http://forums.916xl.com!!!
from my mind to yours… 1+1+2 = 112?! …peace
sherwin@THIS-CLASS-IS-HELL% gmake parser
bison -d declare.y; /bin/mv declare.tab.c declare.tab.cc
declare.y contains 1 shift/reduce conflict.
g++ -c -g declare.tab.cc
flex -it scanner.l > scanner.cc
g++ -c -g scanner.cc
g++ -c main.cc -o main.o
g++ -c symtab.cc -o symtab.o
g++ -g declare.tab.o scanner.o main.o symtab.o -o parser
sherwin@THIS-CLASS-IS-HELL% f0k f0k f0k
syntax error "f0k f0k f0k"
sherwin@THIS-CLASS-IS-HELL% well f0k you t00
O_o
And how was your Tuesday spent? Drop a comment or somethin’…
From my burnt mind to yours… f0k Lab. Peace.
f0k…a new week a new hope to start shit up clean. yup, i got up at 9am today after sleeping at 4am trying to finish my damn lab. i got up to 85% of doing the whole thing. man, i don’t know how them ics people could do this shit 24/7. i just don’t see myself sitting down and staring at the computer trying to make out with my one true love—programming…yuk :\ so for them programmers, i give them props for staying in there and making bank 24/7/365. just don’t be greedy and shit with your program prices or else… the “hackers of the world” will unite and getcha.
anyways, i got up at 9am thinking, “daaaamn, i’m up…” turned off my stereo alarm, tried to fold my comforter and make my bed. then it hit me, “my bed is damn soft… must not lie down on bed… NOOOOOoooooooo!” …meanwhile in the bat cave, time has been stopped as sherwin takes a “5 minute nap”… now, back to our regularly scheduled program. an hour later, yah… i got ready to go to school since i was to study for a quiz with some classmates.
after making my right from harvard to bridge… i was thinking to myself, “man, there has to be parking—it’s hella early.” WTF! what the hell… there’s no parking on the street across dartmouth. so i searched the apartment complex for them “24-hour-guest” stalls. low and behold—i saw the light after 30 minutes. there it was in bright (scratch that—dirty) white paint, it was the “24 Hour Guest” parking; YES! *does kirk gibson one-handed limping pump*
so fast-forwarding towards the afternoon (4ish pm), i went to take a power nap (hour max) and woke up (5ish pm); and started doing my other lab—WTF! i hate the way this teacher on the way he is treating student’s “summer” school experience. well, enough of the blabbitty-blah… here’s a group that G told me about—Youngblood Brass Band. go and check em out… they sound different, you’ll like em if you need to expand your taste of music.
from my mind to yours… peace and phat tuesday.