The MP Mind Monologue..

11:11 am October 23, 2008


Sitting in a far corner of the schools conservatory (please no, i'm not a priest nor a nun), while contemplating over an impossible feat of giving a solution to an intellectual problem, the machine problem.

11:13 am

I'm still sitting in that far corner, with my nose almost pressed to my laptop's screen, thinking of ways on how to debug this single error:

[Linker error] undefined reference to `display'

ld returned 1 exit status

I don't get it, I passed all the balues necessary for it to be read in the main function.

BUMMER!

11:15 am

I was able to create a unified structure that has all the variables in it so my freakin' compiler would have no difficult time tracing my codes.

*shuddering while pressing f9*

still no luck, it still showed the same error, maybe somethings wrong with my codes, I must check it, maybe I had forgotten than semi-colon.

NO! I DON'T HAVE OTHER ERRORS BUT THAT LINKER...

*shuddering and looking at the screen*

I have these variables correct and these, and that, maybe this is wrong, no! It's row wise so I should have nRow there, yes maybe this one has to be here and this should be, NO! aAnswer should be this and that, maybe cLetters would be passed, but I already tired that one. maybe this, ok lets try f9 again..

******a!

no luck!

11:20

Im on the verge of giving up, maybe just maybe I would have my last shot, and my last laugh.

Okay, I will still try...

I'm not giving up, wait for me oh' citadel of knowledge I shall be able to pledge my allegiance than no sooner than you say that the damsel is once again in distress...

In An Idle MInd : Myself

What in the world would I compose in an empty stretch of electronic paper with an idle mind?

Would it be psychotic thoughts that run amock in my mind amidst my shallow shell?

Would I waste my so-called "golden time" to relate my happiness, misery, anger, or my superficial human exhausts?

Would I care if I was provoked by the entire society I seemingly not even a single care in the world I would ponder at?

Let me look for ways in which I could waste my time, waste my energy, waste anything left to be wasted.

I can't seem to find my place in the world, and that's my biggest problem, thank you very much. I always stare at nothing in particular, contemplating if I was a complete failure or whether i would emerge victorious.

Seemingly Impossible - The MP Problem

Please excuse the monotonous intorduction.

I'm on a trance and on a writing spree. Hear hear!

By this time a I should be doing a freaking machine problem that I have to accomplis h two weeks before hand, and in fact im hopeful, yet loosing hope. To make matters worst, I can't seem to come up with any correct solution for this freakin' linker error (sorry but if you don't know what a linker error is, you might as well not know it, it's for your own sanity). In fact, i'm losing moments of sanity here while skirmishing and attacking myself with senseless things like I already passes this variable to that variable, yada yada yada.

It's so difficult. It is trust me. Well, if you find it easy, I would render my eternal servitude for you just to help me understand these things. Anyone up for grabs?

The fact is, I REALLY DON'T KNOW.

Please excuse my bluntness but I really dont have a single idea (well, I have a lot of ideas but I exhausted all those to no possible extent) on how to debug this thing, this monster, this abomination that has been giving me migraines for about three months. I really need help, I really need understanding, and I really need painkillers for my headache.

Spare me more time, I might give this thing a life of its own. Buy me more time and I might be able to make this thing work. Shower me with more time and I might even pass it for glittering gold.

Please justify any means that I could alleviate my idiotic plight for learning, but in fact that idiotic plight is more moronic.

Forgive me Lord if i'm cursing on my head right now on whoever gave birth to machine problems, for they gave inception to a walking problem disaster itself. But maybe, just maybe, those who invented the machine problem is a delinquent or a problem of the society as well.

Please forgive me oh souls of the departed delinquents, please dont haunt me in my nightmares or in my dormitory, I will pray for your delinquent souls to be at peace, and i might (just might, no promises here dude) make a solution to this problem.

Now, im at the last paragraph, dreading its end, because I would be going back to the headache that started it all.