So, funny story. When I was just starting up my new blog about running I was unable to find a suitable name for it so I just named it to something cheesy and ridiculous. It's only a day later that I found a better name for it, and that new name pretty much fits my other blog (Sulatang Tapunan).
What is Sulatang Takbuhan? Similarly to my previous blog, Sulatang Tapunan, Sulatang Takbuhan (sue-lah-tahng thak-boo-han) is a combination of two Tagalog words that roughly translates to "Running Journal". Or something. Actual translation is "Running Writing", but it sounds pointless and retarded.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
New blog - Running for Freedom
So I've made a new blog today. I named it Running for Freedom because it's about running (who would've guessed) and it needs to complement Sulatang Tapunan well. Another reason for me creating this blog is because adding topics about running in the midst of rants and opinions would be very confusing for the lot of my readers. Writing them in a separate blog would be easier.
Oh, and I'm going to write a bit more frequently now, both in Sulatang Tapunan and Running for Freedom. The end of my high school life gave me a few months of leisure time, I do hope I spend it more on running and writing rather than procrastinating and fiddling with my computers.
Oh, and I'm going to write a bit more frequently now, both in Sulatang Tapunan and Running for Freedom. The end of my high school life gave me a few months of leisure time, I do hope I spend it more on running and writing rather than procrastinating and fiddling with my computers.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Why Earth hour is kinda not worth it
Earth Hour is about to commence worldwide tonight whenever eight and a half in the evening strikes at your timezone, and ends an hour later. In case you are either living under the rock or someone who thinks environmentalism is all hippy nonsense (good for you by the way), Earth Hour is a worldwide cultist environmentalist procession held every 27th of March. During this particular hour in the Earth time, some millions of retards who think the world is dying because of all the "greenhouse gases" and methane we fart out everyday is increasing exponentially.
While you were lost in my words, you are probably asking, "Why did people think of this idea?".
Some four years ago, a bunch ofhippies environmentalists emerged from their 60's style cocoons called "Traveller" or "Stargazer" or whatever cheesy name pot-fueled individuals give to old Volkswagen vans painted with psychedelic colors. Emerging from their cramped homes, they looked up and were immediately blinded by the bright city lights. Shielding and averting their eyes from the barrage of lighting, they make a gesture of contact to whatever deity they made up and say, "Holy shit, that's bright! Need to do something about this..."
These environmentalists then packed together and thought of plans concerning this "problem". After paying various media companies with endless supplies of pot and manipulating their own media network, the National Geographic Network, they broadcasted mass propaganda of plans about turning off lights for a day on a particular day (March 27th), which they dubbed, "Turn the lights off for Christ's sake" hour.
Of course, people protested for turning lights off for 24 hours would be like forcing the US military to put their weapons down and let the terrorists ram suicide planes up their asses. The allotted time period for light-killing was reduced to 12 hours, then 6, then 3, and finally, they gave up and settled on an hour of darkness. Additionally, they changed the name of the said procession to "Earth Hour", because the previous name was inappropriate because of the vast variety of religions worldwide. People had to create variations for their respective faiths, which spawned horrible names such as "Turn the lights off for Mohammed's sake" and "Turn the lights off for my mom's sake".
So why is it not worth it? Well the system of creating power goes this way: Power plants create power, distributors store them and send them to people. Now when you turn off every electrical device in your home for some time, the distributor will stop charging (no pun intended) you your electrical needs and will store the remaining charges (again, no pun intended) somewhere else. But the power producers and their power plants will not stop creating electricity, and will continue to burn fossil fuels (most of the time) and pump shit into the air.
To make it simpler, it's only a handful of people who practice Earth Hour, and there are still people out there who needs the juice, maybe to engage in the lovely activity of Facebooking or the even more lovely activity of watching porn. If total Earth Hour would be implemented, that is, turning off all power production for an hour, the effects would be catastrophic. People who are thinking and denies hippy movements will go into total "holy shit it's dark" disorders and the porn industry will most likely topple for the lack of people watching because they turned off their computers.
Of course, the idea of total Earth Hour is very unlikely. However, when you examine Earth Hour in the whole, you'll find out that it doesn't do anything for the environment at all, it only makes everything bat-shit dark and may cause an exponential increase in battery, flashlight and mobile data charging sales.
So what will you do? Will you participate? Or not? As for me, I'm going to join in this commotion, since it's a growing trend and all humans (such as yours truly) have the utmost tendency to go where everybody else is at. I'm guessing that's the same reason why a lot of people join Facebook.
Greenhouse gases in action.
While you were lost in my words, you are probably asking, "Why did people think of this idea?".
Some four years ago, a bunch of
My eyes! They burn!
These environmentalists then packed together and thought of plans concerning this "problem". After paying various media companies with endless supplies of pot and manipulating their own media network, the National Geographic Network, they broadcasted mass propaganda of plans about turning off lights for a day on a particular day (March 27th), which they dubbed, "Turn the lights off for Christ's sake" hour.
Of course, people protested for turning lights off for 24 hours would be like forcing the US military to put their weapons down and let the terrorists ram suicide planes up their asses. The allotted time period for light-killing was reduced to 12 hours, then 6, then 3, and finally, they gave up and settled on an hour of darkness. Additionally, they changed the name of the said procession to "Earth Hour", because the previous name was inappropriate because of the vast variety of religions worldwide. People had to create variations for their respective faiths, which spawned horrible names such as "Turn the lights off for Mohammed's sake" and "Turn the lights off for my mom's sake".
One of the pioneers who penned the "Turn the lights off for my mom's sake" variation of Earth hour.
So why is it not worth it? Well the system of creating power goes this way: Power plants create power, distributors store them and send them to people. Now when you turn off every electrical device in your home for some time, the distributor will stop charging (no pun intended) you your electrical needs and will store the remaining charges (again, no pun intended) somewhere else. But the power producers and their power plants will not stop creating electricity, and will continue to burn fossil fuels (most of the time) and pump shit into the air.
Pumping shit into the air at its finest.
To make it simpler, it's only a handful of people who practice Earth Hour, and there are still people out there who needs the juice, maybe to engage in the lovely activity of Facebooking or the even more lovely activity of watching porn. If total Earth Hour would be implemented, that is, turning off all power production for an hour, the effects would be catastrophic. People who are thinking and denies hippy movements will go into total "holy shit it's dark" disorders and the porn industry will most likely topple for the lack of people watching because they turned off their computers.
My porn! It's gone!
Of course, the idea of total Earth Hour is very unlikely. However, when you examine Earth Hour in the whole, you'll find out that it doesn't do anything for the environment at all, it only makes everything bat-shit dark and may cause an exponential increase in battery, flashlight and mobile data charging sales.
So what will you do? Will you participate? Or not? As for me, I'm going to join in this commotion, since it's a growing trend and all humans (such as yours truly) have the utmost tendency to go where everybody else is at. I'm guessing that's the same reason why a lot of people join Facebook.
Above: Facebook, only less weirder.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
5 things I hate about laymen
Inside the very convenient "dictionary" that's located somewhere inside my brain (can't exactly remember where), a "layman" is not someone who is not a professional or does not follow a religious life, a "layman" to me is generally a common person, an average joe/jane, or a chav. These laymen occupy at least 81% of the human population, and are a grave threat to the awesome people who occupy the rest of the population. If the awesome people are the human race itself, then the laymen are the vermin and the rats that break inside people's houses and steal food faster and more efficiently than an obese burglar or Santa Claus on steroids.
I have five reasons to hate these laymen, some of which are...
5. Not moving too much (aka laziness)
Your typical layman spends at least 80% of his (or her, you feminists) time sitting around. These generally endless periods of sitting their asses down on something comfortable are usually paired with some other "sitting your ass down" activities, such as watching TV, eating, and playing Farmville. Of course, the remaining 20% of standing up is usually spent going to the bathroom to piss or the refrigerator to grab a snack.
As a result, most, if not all laymen are generally overweight.
Without proper exercise at least three times a week, laymen are exposed to the fat disease, wherein the body starts to bloat and you begin to resemble a hippopotamus standing upright. Of course, these laymen give out excuses for exercise, one of these is the excuse that "walking is enough exercise" or "fitness is retarded". Whatever the excuse, it ain't pretty, much like their body masses.
Most of the fat accumulated within a person infected with the fat disease have their senses impaired, which leads to another nuisance, that is...
4. No sense of visual and audio perception
Let's say your driving down a typical Filipino road. Good for you! You finally took on the guts and possess the balls to drive a car through the worst roads in the world. Tossing the noisy street peddlers and occassional naked begging streetchildren aside, you await at the corner of an intersection, anticipating the traffic light to turn green. When it did, you slammed on the gas, going through sixty kilometers an hour when suddenly some dumbass driving a bus beside you decides to make your day bad by suddenly swerving at your direction. Of course, he can see you and your lowriding Porsche, but he just couldn't.
Have you ever encountered people in FPS games, more specifically Filipino ones? When playing, their senses are commonly locked on to the 180 degree spot in front of them, completely oblivious to the world above, below and behind them. To add salt to the already n00bish wound, most of these players feel compelled to stare at the ground at all times in search for imaginary gold. They do it to such extent that even gold-hungry Jews in real life don't even perform such behavior.
Obviously, loss of sensory perception is linked to...
3. Hanging out in groups too much
Have you seen a layman who is out alone, in a dark room, with nobody to talk to or even look at? That's pretty much no problem with him if he's got some sort of communication device (in this case a cellphone) to communicate with other people outside his prison, to ask them to get him the fuck out of there fast because his grapes in Farmville are going to wither in ten minutes. Of course, if you remove the cellphone, the guy's not going to last even five minutes.
One thing I hate also with laymen is that, they tend to go out in packs or bunches. And not just some pack, I mean, a huge pack, to be accurate. Most of the times when they finally convinced themselves that they have to walk to the food instead of calling the nearest McDonalds, they form a huge wall as they march to the fast food branch, very similar to an ancient Greek phalanx formation. This delays anybody unfornate enough to be behind the group, and if you happen to be that unlucky guy and is in a hurry during a marathon, you can forget about breaking your record time.
Augmenting this annoying trait is another annoying trait, which is...
2. Talking too much
Upon taking the first step on the way to the nearest McDonalds to gorge on fat-enriched foods, a group of laymen can get bored quick. To suppress this boring feeling, these laymen pass the time by communicating with each other through vocal communication, exchanging worthless information and stories about their lives that you shouldn't dare hear as they go. In fact, the average layman's mouth can fire words faster than an AK-47 can fire bullets.
Listen up, layman (as if you can read this anyway, since you have poor visual recognition skills), us awesome people require at least 20% of our daily hours to have total silence, away from the noise of the world. We do not care if you just got promoted, the American president is black, or that your mother committed suicide because she remembered that she was your mother. If you are going to disturb our quiet time, at least talk about something useful or logical, like why are we in a recession, if the chicken came first before the egg, or why your mother didn't abort you before when she already knew you were going to be born. Oh, and speaking of your life...
1. Wasting their lives away
Summing up the previous four reasons to hate laymen, it comes to one point where the inabilities to move, see, understand, remain in solitude and silence has the potential to completely suck away the layman's life.
Why don't you laymen move a little for a change? Like, walking your way to the store next block instead of having to drive your car there. Doing so would save the oil market and probably make your lags a bit more useful. And if you start to be aware of things around you, you'll probably save the funeral parlor the trouble of having to process each and every corpse you create after time and time you crash your vehicle at the intersection. Have you tried not talking, especially in groups? You'll probably save the world from noise pollution and the running person behind you who is hurrying to get to his wife dying in the hospital would arrive to his destination and save his spouse. If you tried all of those, congratulations. You've finally made something out of your life.
But if you're just going to stay there, sitting on your table, chowing on your third helping of McDonalds Chicken Fillet, with your other overweight friends, chattering with each other endlessly (with the food still in your mouth), exchanging worthless information while at the same time playing Farmville on your computer, you should probably reconsider life.
I have five reasons to hate these laymen, some of which are...
5. Not moving too much (aka laziness)
Your typical layman spends at least 80% of his (or her, you feminists) time sitting around. These generally endless periods of sitting their asses down on something comfortable are usually paired with some other "sitting your ass down" activities, such as watching TV, eating, and playing Farmville. Of course, the remaining 20% of standing up is usually spent going to the bathroom to piss or the refrigerator to grab a snack.
As a result, most, if not all laymen are generally overweight.
Typical layman.
Without proper exercise at least three times a week, laymen are exposed to the fat disease, wherein the body starts to bloat and you begin to resemble a hippopotamus standing upright. Of course, these laymen give out excuses for exercise, one of these is the excuse that "walking is enough exercise" or "fitness is retarded". Whatever the excuse, it ain't pretty, much like their body masses.
Most of the fat accumulated within a person infected with the fat disease have their senses impaired, which leads to another nuisance, that is...
4. No sense of visual and audio perception
Let's say your driving down a typical Filipino road. Good for you! You finally took on the guts and possess the balls to drive a car through the worst roads in the world. Tossing the noisy street peddlers and occassional naked begging streetchildren aside, you await at the corner of an intersection, anticipating the traffic light to turn green. When it did, you slammed on the gas, going through sixty kilometers an hour when suddenly some dumbass driving a bus beside you decides to make your day bad by suddenly swerving at your direction. Of course, he can see you and your lowriding Porsche, but he just couldn't.
You knew this was going to happen.
Have you ever encountered people in FPS games, more specifically Filipino ones? When playing, their senses are commonly locked on to the 180 degree spot in front of them, completely oblivious to the world above, below and behind them. To add salt to the already n00bish wound, most of these players feel compelled to stare at the ground at all times in search for imaginary gold. They do it to such extent that even gold-hungry Jews in real life don't even perform such behavior.
Obviously, loss of sensory perception is linked to...
3. Hanging out in groups too much
Have you seen a layman who is out alone, in a dark room, with nobody to talk to or even look at? That's pretty much no problem with him if he's got some sort of communication device (in this case a cellphone) to communicate with other people outside his prison, to ask them to get him the fuck out of there fast because his grapes in Farmville are going to wither in ten minutes. Of course, if you remove the cellphone, the guy's not going to last even five minutes.
Oh my God, my grapes! They're withering faster than my penis!
One thing I hate also with laymen is that, they tend to go out in packs or bunches. And not just some pack, I mean, a huge pack, to be accurate. Most of the times when they finally convinced themselves that they have to walk to the food instead of calling the nearest McDonalds, they form a huge wall as they march to the fast food branch, very similar to an ancient Greek phalanx formation. This delays anybody unfornate enough to be behind the group, and if you happen to be that unlucky guy and is in a hurry during a marathon, you can forget about breaking your record time.
During most marathons, 74% of the runners are composed of this guy above.
Augmenting this annoying trait is another annoying trait, which is...
2. Talking too much
Upon taking the first step on the way to the nearest McDonalds to gorge on fat-enriched foods, a group of laymen can get bored quick. To suppress this boring feeling, these laymen pass the time by communicating with each other through vocal communication, exchanging worthless information and stories about their lives that you shouldn't dare hear as they go. In fact, the average layman's mouth can fire words faster than an AK-47 can fire bullets.
Also take note that an average AK47 can fire more than 200 rounds per minute.
Listen up, layman (as if you can read this anyway, since you have poor visual recognition skills), us awesome people require at least 20% of our daily hours to have total silence, away from the noise of the world. We do not care if you just got promoted, the American president is black, or that your mother committed suicide because she remembered that she was your mother. If you are going to disturb our quiet time, at least talk about something useful or logical, like why are we in a recession, if the chicken came first before the egg, or why your mother didn't abort you before when she already knew you were going to be born. Oh, and speaking of your life...
1. Wasting their lives away
Summing up the previous four reasons to hate laymen, it comes to one point where the inabilities to move, see, understand, remain in solitude and silence has the potential to completely suck away the layman's life.
Why don't you laymen move a little for a change? Like, walking your way to the store next block instead of having to drive your car there. Doing so would save the oil market and probably make your lags a bit more useful. And if you start to be aware of things around you, you'll probably save the funeral parlor the trouble of having to process each and every corpse you create after time and time you crash your vehicle at the intersection. Have you tried not talking, especially in groups? You'll probably save the world from noise pollution and the running person behind you who is hurrying to get to his wife dying in the hospital would arrive to his destination and save his spouse. If you tried all of those, congratulations. You've finally made something out of your life.
Additionally, you'll be one step closer to being like this guy above.
But if you're just going to stay there, sitting on your table, chowing on your third helping of McDonalds Chicken Fillet, with your other overweight friends, chattering with each other endlessly (with the food still in your mouth), exchanging worthless information while at the same time playing Farmville on your computer, you should probably reconsider life.
Hooray! No, wait, that ain't right...
Thursday, March 11, 2010
2GBs of RAM
Just installed System Information for Windows recently, and ran a quick diagnostic of everything essential on my piece o' crap notebook computer. Then I found an awesome discovery - my laptop could carry up to 2GBs of RAM. I know, that's still shitty in today's standards (it is the norm for norm computers), but doubling my RAM from 1GB is already a good upgrade, considering that when I start GIMP, and not loading up an image, my RAM is already full and I'm now using 80% of my virtual memory.
Although I don't think I'll be getting an upgrade for my notebook anytime soon. I'm about to graduate, and I promised to myself that I'll be getting a new laptop once I'm out of the shithole they call high school. I'm certain that I'll need more power once I step foot into college.
Although I don't think I'll be getting an upgrade for my notebook anytime soon. I'm about to graduate, and I promised to myself that I'll be getting a new laptop once I'm out of the shithole they call high school. I'm certain that I'll need more power once I step foot into college.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
More is better
Soon, I'll be posting more and more unintelligent and unfunny shit here on Sulatang Tapunan. I know that most good things are spaced so far apart, but sometimes it just pays to place something horrible between those good things, you know, just to keep it interesting. I'll be posting short posts here on Sulatang Tapunan more often, particularly within the range of "personal" and "shit you shouldn't see" categories. Though, I'll be keeping the "shit you shouldn't see" posts somewhere else instead, preferably on my physical journal, aka the journal I write to everyday which you won't see because it's somewhere up my...room.
Expect Sulatang Tapunan to spawn more posts as the Chinese and Filipino people spawns more and more babies everyday.
Expect Sulatang Tapunan to spawn more posts as the Chinese and Filipino people spawns more and more babies everyday.
Final Periodical Exams
And so it is the last day of my Final Periodical Exams today. This will be the final periodical exams, as it will be nonexistent in my college years. I'm going to make this one memorable by dedicating one short blog post in the Sulatang Tapunan about it.
One thing that surprises me every time, is that during big examination periods, such as periodical test and entrance exams, I keep an extremely high amount of composure. I do not feel any need to panic or even to worry about the exams at all. It seems that my rather unique ability to not give a damn about any given object, real or abstract, has helped me reduced anxiety before any given event. I'm glad to know that my habit of not giving a shit about everything at all has finally paid off, in the form of complete anxiety suppression.
And did I mention that I don't review my lessons that much? But I tend to remember more than my classmates who rush through their notes back and fourth hours before the exam. The advice that the human brain can remember things more clearly if you take note of it at least three days before the examination is really real. I believe in it.
Let's just hope my balls don't overgrow my brain (today, for the time matter), so that I won't let overconfidence blanket actual performance.
One thing that surprises me every time, is that during big examination periods, such as periodical test and entrance exams, I keep an extremely high amount of composure. I do not feel any need to panic or even to worry about the exams at all. It seems that my rather unique ability to not give a damn about any given object, real or abstract, has helped me reduced anxiety before any given event. I'm glad to know that my habit of not giving a shit about everything at all has finally paid off, in the form of complete anxiety suppression.
And did I mention that I don't review my lessons that much? But I tend to remember more than my classmates who rush through their notes back and fourth hours before the exam. The advice that the human brain can remember things more clearly if you take note of it at least three days before the examination is really real. I believe in it.
Let's just hope my balls don't overgrow my brain (today, for the time matter), so that I won't let overconfidence blanket actual performance.
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