5 May 2010

Visual Novels…”are” Complicated!!!

I was saving this topic so I can write my in-depth feelings for why I feel certain games of this genre deserves to be included in this blog but a recent post on anonib, made me list the titles here anyway.

My apologies for not going in-depth with these choices especially since I haven’t played lots of these yet: How do you see the world itself where we live in? It truly cannot be compared with even the simplest scenario of a small Visual Novel. The world we live in, it is so…imperfect, bitter and cruel.

How do you see the world itself where we live in? It truly cannot be compared with even the simplest scenario of a small Visual Novel. The world we live in, it is so…imperfect, bitter and cruel. You don’t get a decent school-life , where you see your schoolmates who greet you warmly. You don’t have a charming sister who wakes you every morning with a bittersweet smile. You regret your memorable first kiss if you even had one. The image of a attractive girl that lines you being besides you as she presses her arm towards you is just a mere illusion. It’s not real. Nobody will confess to you that they actually like you. You won’t even be able to go on a date. Nobody cherishes those sweet little emotions. And romance, it is dead in the eyes of almost everyone. A mere emptiness, they do not understand it. You can’t even make a choice between multiple girls , since you won’t pick any of them, since they aren’t even worthy of fitting your strict-expectations, it’s out of the question.
You cannot make a save game and revert things back at the beginning if something bad and terrible happens.

Because that thing has already happened. You cannot revert it. You cannot rewind your memories. To be exact, you didn’t have anything or anyone to begin with. You were always alone. A bitter, unlikable loner. Who’s passing shall not be mourned. You were struggling all alone in the corner on the school hallway. There was nobody there for you. There was no one, there wasn’t anything.

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No. I do not know what I am even trying to say or prove. It’s just my mixed thoughts that tried to construct something which came quite broken.
And of course, sorry for my BAD English.
 
No…just no.Here’s a list of free Visual Novels I recommend the poster download and play:

It’s the summer before you go away to college, and you’re spending it visiting with your aunt and uncle on a small island in the Atlantic ocean. One night, while out taking pictures of the full moon, you meet a girl walking down the beach…Moonlight Walks: http://www.bishoujo.us/moonlight/

Yoshiyuki left everything behind to start a new life. Moving to the far away Shinrin City, everything is new. All is so calm, and so pure. Several years later however, the situation is very different. Ori, Ochi, Onoe: http://www.renai.us/game/o3.shtml

Once there was a troubled little boy. A very pampered, yet troubled little boy. All the spoils of the earth were his to be had at the snap of a finger. Yet, there was something missing.

Fade: http://www.renai.us/game/fade.shtmlStarlight is a relationship and decision game based on the idea that managing relationships can be interesting even if they are not romantic. Actually in Starlight there are romantic overtones and some fanservice, but that’s just cause I can’t resist it! However the basic theme remains that a person in a position of leadership must manage personalities and conflicting expectations to get everyone to succeed.

Starlight Episode Zero: http://www.adorablerockets.com/?p=714A chance meeting between a down-to-earth farmer and an idealistic young boy can change how both view the world around them.

The Boy Who Loved Crows: http://www.renai.us/game/tbwlc.shtmlAfter leaving behind everyone he had ever known to attend a new middle school, Allen learns the harsh reality that he can never again regain what he has lost. The rift between himself and others has become too large to overcome. And the expanse only widens, day by day. As the years pass by, Allen falls deeper and deeper into isolation. Until one day, a single smile in a sea of faces calls out to him…

Tying Threads: http://www.renai.us/game/t_threads.shtmlA rash of recent suicides and the only clue are these mysterious death organs. A man with no purpose to his life tries and prevents these people from killing themselves. He teams up with another hostel resident who has her own weird gift, but first he must undergo a strange procedure called trepanation.

Some doctors believe that trepanation can increase your brain power and improve academic and career performance, as well as give heightened consciousness. But unconscious starts to take over, giving a strange kind of clarity of the world beneath what we interpret with our eyes.

Trepanation: http://lemmasoft.renai.us/forums/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=3401

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16 Apr 2010

Copy-Paste: Nice Girls with Guns

I found this link via IMDB after recently watching Sugar & Spice for the first time.http://www.houstonpress.com/1999-09-16/news/nice-girls-with-guns/

Kids say growing up in Kingwood is like growing up in a bubble, an emerald-green suburban bubble to whose perimeter sticks a residue of brownish urban scum: convenience stores, auto repair shops and the two bars that serve Kingwood’s 58,000 residents, whose average income is $78,000 a year. To the north is Kingwood’s country cousin, Porter, where no shoes, no shirt doesn’t mean no service. To the south, along the back fences of the Kingwood Country Club, runs the long, nearly barren stretch of Hamblen Road, where kids go to have their keggers down by the river. In the story of Kingwood teenagers Katie Dunn, Krystal Maddox, Michelle Morneau and Lisa Warzeka, this perimeter — where the bubble ends and an oil-stained world blessed with neither landscaping nor a master plan begins — is where the action takes place.

[…]two people burst into the store and started yelling. One of them (according to the girls’ confessions, police say, it was Lisa), pointed a pistol in Cindy’s face, handed her a bag and made a harshly worded demand for money. The other (police say it was Katie) held the door open. According to Ruby and Cindy, she too had a gun.

As Cindy fumbled with the cash register, Katie spotted Ruby at the back of the store and warned her not to move.

Ruby felt like she was watching Crime Stoppers on television. Because the intruders were hooded, masked and gloved — “You couldn’t see one spot of skin” — she knew they weren’t planning to shoot anyone. So instead of not moving, she calmly picked up her fountain Pepsi. She could tell that the masked figure at the door, at least, was female. “They gave me the idea that they were new to this,” she says.

Meanwhile Cindy, rattled by the gun aimed squarely, if a little tremulously, at her face, suffered a sudden case of butterfingers. “You have two seconds or I’ll shoot, bitch!” the robber said, in a voice whose Hollywood-holdup toughness seemed to Ruby’s ears rather strained.

“I couldn’t do anything right to please the one in front of me,” Cindy says. “The more I did, the more she threatened to shoot me. The more she threatened to shoot me, the more I messed up.” After missing a couple of times, Cindy finally got the money in the bag. Then she began handing over cartons of cigarettes, but she picked the wrong kind. “Marlboros, bitch!” the triggerwoman screamed. “Marlboros!”

As the two girls, who had both just turned 17, ran out of the store, they dropped a carton of Marlboros at the door. Another carton skittered to the parking-lot asphalt as they hopped into their car, where police believe the other two girls were waiting, and sped off into the night with about $800, the largest take of the five robberies.

What struck Houston Police Detective Billy Stephens as most unique about the five holdups was not that the alleged perpetrators were female. Women rob stores all the time. It was not even so much the middle- to upper-middle-class backgrounds of the girls, the fact that they are thought to have used a 1999 gold metal-flake Pontiac Firebird as their getaway car, or that one was a varsity athlete and one a drill team member at preppy Kingwood High.

It was, instead, that the robberies were so well planned and executed. Had the girls resisted the urge to brag about what they had done, had they stopped themselves from giving away cigarettes at parties in a show of gangster-style largesse, they might have gotten away with it. But in Kingwood, getting away with things gets a little old.

After the initial shock of the girls’ arrests, lots of people, including a school district official and the editor of the Kingwood Observer, called the crime spree “an anomaly.” It is possible that they’re right, that the glare of publicity Kingwood suffers when one of their good kids goes bad is unfair in light of how many stay good. “Kingwood is — I hesitate to use the word ‘perfect,’ ” says Cynthia Calvert, managing editor of the Observer, who is herself a Kingwood High parent. “But it really is a place where moms and dads and their kids go out on the soccer field on Saturdays. There has not been a homicide since I have been here. Not one. We really don’t have a crime problem.”

Kingwood High is a place so white, the brunettes look slightly out of place. It is the type of place where if you make the first cut for the softball team, the coach might give you a locker and instructions to change who your friends are and how you dress before the second cut. When people began to refer to the Fillies, the drill team, as the Whore Corps, members had to sign a code of conduct agreeing, among other things, that they would not kiss their boyfriends in the halls. At football games, the Kingwood Mustangs dash out of a giant inflated football helmet, and the Fillies sit in neat rows on the bleachers and cross their legs on cue, and territorial hoofprints mark the cheerleaders’ skirts over the left buttock, and the parents wear polo shirts that say, “Varsity Dad” or “Kingwood Fillies,” and one gets the sense that it is all as much a matter of status as spirit.

Katie, Lisa, Michelle and Krystal may not have been the kind of stunning beauties that met with instant popularity, like Lisa’s exotic Barbie of a younger sister, Jessica. But except for Krystal, the girls were “very Abercrombie & Fitch,” says a classmate. Parents who knew them use words such as “ladylike” and “well-mannered.” Kids who knew them say they were “really sweet,” “so sweet” or “very sweet,” even though no one could tell the kinds of stories about them that one might tell at a wake or a wedding.

“None of them stood out,” Kingwood graduate Cary Dukes says of the four girls. “None of them were outgoing to the point where everyone knew who they were. They weren’t anything special.”


The least wealthy of the four was Katie Dunn, who lived with her mom and older brother in an apartment across the street from Kingwood High. Her mom is a nurse. Her brother, the man of the house since their dad stayed in Iowa after the divorce, tried to be a father to Katie, or at least look after her at parties. At Kingwood High, extracurriculars can cost as much as tuition at a public college, but Katie’s mom scraped together the more than $1,200 it took for her daughter to be a Filly.

It was Katie’s distinctively raspy voice that a Kingwood High assistant principal identified on the convenience store surveillance tape. She is boisterous, loud, rough around the edges. At school, where she would have been a senior this year if she weren’t in jail, she knew exactly which teachers’ and administrators’ favor to curry in order to skip class with impunity. A lot of schoolmates found her off-putting, particularly her habit of “hanging on” guys, but to her closest pals she was an attentive friend, the type who would make a big deal out of someone’s birthday or microwave a pizza for her friends after school. One friend says his mom saw the preternaturally upbeat Katie as marriage material. She never talked about not having as much money as other girls. When her boyfriend broke up with her this summer, she shrugged it off. Nothing seemed to get her down.


Lots of folks subscribe to the theory that these girls simply fell in with “the wrong crowd.” If that’s the case, which of them was “wrong”? Was Krystal, the youngest of the bunch, the corrupter? There’s little evidence to suggest that anyone outside the group was influencing the girls, and it would have been unusual if there had been. For all their varying opinions about drugs, kids in Kingwood are unanimous about one thing: Peer pressure is not a factor. If you don’t want a drag off the joint, the Kingwood party joke goes, so much the better. More for me.
 

The key to being bad is to look like you’re not. “If you have the Kingwood physique,” says one former Kingwood High student who didn’t, “you’re sort of invincible.”

“This is Kingwood,” is the way Kingwood graduate Cary Dukes explains it. “Everyone’s got two game faces.”


Kingwood is a dealer’s dream. “Every kid there does drugs,” Rusty says, “because there’s nothing else to do.” You can bleed rich kids for more than the going rate, and you’re not likely to get screwed over. In the days before Houston annexed Kingwood and HPD came in, kids didn’t even worry about the cops: “They know Mommy and Daddy are taking care of it.”

“The girls did tell me they were sober at the time of the robberies,” says Stephens. He uses a perfectly straight tone while managing to convey utter disbelief: “That’s pretty brave, to do something like this sober.”

By this time the girls were starting to get in hot water at home. Krystal was supposed to start the second session of summer school on July 5, the morning of the bakery holdup, but she was absent. Eventually poor attendance forced her to drop out.

When Katie had left home that weekend, she did so despite the fact that she was grounded, and she stayed away for three days. That’s why she was grounded yet again when the other three girls hit Jack’s Grocery, next door to the bakery, the following weekend. In all the robberies, their M.O. was basically the same: One held the door, the other the gun, and there was a lot of yelling and cursing. (“Don’t get your panty hose in a wad,” the plainspoken bakery clerk Carolyn Dunn told them when they tried to rush her.)

But at Jack’s, says Chiên Barker, a Vietnamese woman with a good deal more poise than your typical convenience-store clerk, the girls weren’t as harsh. Jack’s, owned by Chiên and her husband, Rick, occupies a soft spot in the hearts of many Kingwood youth, who remember it fondly as the only place that used to sell cigarettes to minors. More than one kid hanging out at Starbucks offered the opinion that holding up Jack’s was some sort of treason, far worse an offense than simple armed robbery. Katie, Lisa and Krystal were regular customers there, and Chiên says she would sometimes inquire after Lisa’s mother, since the two women had been friends for about a decade.

But on the day Chiên found herself with a gun pointed at her face, she had no idea that the petite masked figure wielding it was, allegedly, her friend’s daughter. All Chiên could think about was her young, motherless grandson, and what he would do without her to raise him. It was the first time in nearly 20 years of business that Jack’s had been robbed, and Chiên, who lived through the war in Vietnam, doesn’t want to tell the story. When finally she does so, her voice stays calm while her eyes fill with tears.

“I feel sorry for their mothers,” she says simply.


There was absolutely nothing for teenagers to do in Kingwood. There still isn’t.

As a result, Kingwood is the site of a sort of guerrilla war between kids and cops. Vandalism is so frequent as to seem like a hobby — there were more than 400 incidents reported last year. Kids complain that all the cops do is look for parties to bust. Asked about juvenile crime, Houston police Sergeant G.A. MacAnulty, who works at the Kingwood station, says, “That’s all we deal with out here is juveniles.”

Crime in Kingwood doesn’t make headlines very often, but when it does, it always seems to involve teenagers. This summer a 13-year-old set fire to an elementary school, doing $3 million worth of damage. A week later a 14-year-old set fire to a middle school, which will cost $40,000 to repair. Four teenagers — two boys and two girls — sent a house up in flames. In 1996 six football players and two other teens were charged with beating up one of their peers at an outdoor concert in Town Center. In 1995 nine teenagers were arrested for entering a house and beating the kids inside with baseball bats.

In one of the most sensational Kingwood crimes, 15-year-old Andrew Merritt shot and killed his mother, telling authorities that Satan had spoken to him through the heavy-metal music of Megadeth. The following year, 1994, there was another case that seemed made for Hard Copy: Eight teens aged 14 to 16 videotaped themselves exploding mailboxes, trapping joggers in pits and setting fire to air conditioners. Their misdeeds were plotted, like football plays, on a chalkboard. One of those kids was Katie’s boyfriend this summer.

Throughout all these crimes runs a chilling failure to grasp the notion of consequences. Partying in Kingwood, cheerleader Christina Ousman explains, is a way to say “you have your parents around your little finger.” The more you get away with, the higher your status.

A girl who was a friend of Andy Merritt’s, the guy who killed his mother, says the strangest thing about growing up in Kingwood is that no matter what you did, nothing seemed to come of it. During nights of aimless vagrancy, she and her friends threw Molotov cocktails and set walls on fire. Other kids threw golf balls at policemen to make them give chase. One night the girl and her friends took a track hurdle and hurled it through the window of a school. The next day the broken glass was still there, right where they left it.

When her friends returned to school at the end of a week’s vacation, the glass was fixed. No one said a word about it. You could throw rocks at the bubble, but they’d just bounce back.


The only good thing about Krystal’s sudden adulthood was that her bail would finally be set. Like Michelle, she could go home. Katie and Lisa remain in jail, apparently for financial reasons. When national reporters (who, in the wake of the Littleton, Colorado, high school massacre, are acting as if they’ve discovered the new face of American crime) have requested interviews, Lisa’s father has asked if they can pay, saying he’d like to start a tuition fund for his daughters.

There are those who think the girls have learned their lesson. “I honestly and truly believe,” says one friend, “that if they got out now they would never again be a problem with the law. These girls were not the kind of girls who were involved in stuff like this.”

That begs the question: Should consideration be given to the kind of girls they are? or to the fact that where they’re from, it’s hard to learn what consequences are in the real world? Says Pudifin, without particular malice, “I just hope they get the same as if they were four black males the same age.” That would be one way to burst a bubble.


  • Promise 04/29/2008 7:19:28 AM

    What a pathetic attempt to slander a neighborhood. While Kingwood like many other’s has it’s crime and sadness. Kingwood has and will always be known for it’s close community. I would raise my kids here regardless of the stereo type you try to paste it with. It is rare to go any where and not run into a familiar face. I love knowing that by living here your neighbors from any of the surrounding neighborhoods consider you as much a neighbor as the one they have right next door. The only other community that attemps what Kingwood already has is The Woodlands. I hope any one reading this see it for what it is, a waste of 6 pages on a story not so much about the youth’s in question but as an oppurtunity for a liberal based news paper to slander a wonderfull family community. Jealousy isn’t a good trait to have. I hope that maturity isn’t lost to you and some day you find the safety and comfort that kingwood provides for it’s families.

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5 Apr 2010

Comparing Yourself to Others: A Reply

The document is basically a black text/white background version of this. I’d upload that copy to Posterous but my color choices made my head ache.

This is just a rant that got too long to post directly and there’s really nothing else here. It is what it is.

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27 Jan 2010

Are you Weird?

Still occupied with arranging my backup files.

Meanwhile here’s a set of Hikikomori-related Subnormality comics for those wondering if this blog is abandoned or not.

P.S. For those unfamiliar with this series, the artist tend to put lots of text in the panels so you might prefer going to the permalinks one by one instead.

Here’s the list of links:

http://www.viruscomix.com/page500.html

http://www.viruscomix.com/page509.html

http://www.viruscomix.com/page489.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page486.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page483.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page481.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page476.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page471.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page469.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page465.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page467.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page456.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page454.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page452.html


http://www.viruscomix.com/page466.html

…and

7 Things Good Parents Do: http://www.cracked.com/article/195_7-things-good-parents-do-that-screw-kids-up-life/



Weird
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notfunnyagain.jpg

http://www.viruscomix.com/page500.html

Anxious:

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page509.html

Cramped:

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page489.html

It Should Be Illegal to Be a Jerk

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page486.html


Trolled

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page483.html

Embarassed…

odeon.jpg

http://www.viruscomix.com/page481.html

Exploring

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page476.html

Wondering

thereareonekindofpeople.jpg

http://www.viruscomix.com/page471.html

Tatemae

enrahaenraha.jpg

http://www.viruscomix.com/page469.html

Honne (…or why bars are like online communities)

7diab.jpg

http://www.viruscomix.com/page465.html

Friendship

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page467.html

Charisma

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page456.html

Direction

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page454.html

Apathy

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page452.html

Peer Pressure

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http://www.viruscomix.com/page466.html

…and finally something from Cracked.com:

You’d Think…

Peer pressure is the thing that makes kids smoke cigarettes, do drugs and read pornographic magazines by the time they reach middle school. As countless PSAs and after-school specials taught us, we must teach our kids to be themselves and never give two halves of a fuck about what their “friends” think.

But in Reality…

Remember that smelly kid in school, who never washed his hair, had no friends and once pissed in the sink at that party he wasn’t invited to? That’s your kid, without peer pressure. A study conducted at the University of Virginia showed that kids who were exposed to peer pressure around the ages of 12 and 13 turned out to be way more well-adjusted than the ones who weren’t. They better understood the need to accommodate and make compromises when confronted with social pressure, rather than the “I’ll just take my ball and go home” attitude they adopt otherwise.

The kids who were taught to be themselves no matter what didn’t become walking clones of James Dean. They actually turned out less engaged, socially challenged and statistically less intelligent, their GPAs dropping almost an entire letter grade.

Maybe more importantly, when you actually give a damn about how people view you, it develops a skill of reading the most subtle changes in people’s emotional states, leading ultimately to a heightened sense of empathy. In this socially awkward age of the Internet, it turns out peer pressure at the right time can basically give you superpowers.

http://www.cracked.com/article/195_7-things-good-parents-do-that-screw-kids-up-life/

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17 Nov 2009

Sector 41 Webcomic

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Source: http://www.viruscomix.com/page88.html

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16 Oct 2009

Copy-Paste: Life Lessons that Schools Rarely Impart

Note: This is again, another placeholder topic. (When it rains, it pours.)

This time, the reason why I am posting this is actually a combination of two things.

The first reason was that I felt bad that all I could reply in this thread (requires registration) to a person that linked to this post of mine was:

Thanks [username 1]

I just spotted this thread.

Yeah, in some ways you’re right [username 2], which is why I modified the article a bit.

Still, the main difference between an emotional manipulator is intent. It’s like the difference between manslaughter and murder.

Emotional manipulators need not only be aware but require constant malicious intent behind their choices.


This was in reply to username 1 saying: /Oh, fuck…this probably describes me perfectly.Still… this was rushed and I’m not even sure I conveyed the idea that I didn’t see anything wrong with the original article.

The comment about modifying the article was another rushed bit reply to username #2’s comment about the list applying to everyone and to be honest, I never really made clear in my blog post that my intent of modifying some parts was due to me feeling that they were wrong.

The reality was that this was just a consequence of me rushing the reply and even if there were little bits I disagree with in the article, most of them were minor, and I never considered any part of the article to be so bad as to be wrong.

It was all rush…rush…cause I had other things to worry about like figuratively bashing my head at a wall until I can be satisfied with the drafts but then I remembered something I promised myself which lead to the 2nd reason:

Everytime I write a blog post, I would bookmark an old blog post and re-organize one of my old bookmarks.

This was all intended to prepare this link to serve as a static page for this blog.

Since this was an old account though, this is where re-organizing the bookmarks come in.

I’m just not sure if there are NSFW links in there and they are all so disorganized that I don’t want to tackle it beyond one bookmark a blog post.

Still… Diigo’s list might not be a CMS but it was free and it was easier to understand plus the reason why I felt it served a better static page for me was because I can highlight some snippets in the actual article and if you click on the “More” button, you can preview the contents of the bookmark without waiting for multiple websites to load.

Anyways, what happened was that the old bookmark next in line for my organizing was this:

http://www.positivityblog.com/index.php/2008/04/02/16-things-i-wish-they-had-taught-me-in-school/

Since I had old highlights of the page, it was very easy for me to skim the contents that were relevant to me and this was one of the words that were in the blog:

Don’t beat yourself up.” It was then that I decided that this post, despite being unrelated to the above topic, was worth while enough to copy paste. (Both as a reply to username 1 and also a topic that Hikikomoris might be interested in.)

On with the content:

80/20:

The 80/20 rule – also known as The Pareto Principle – basically says that 80 percent of the value you will receive will come from 20 percent of your activities.

A lot of what you do is probably not as useful or even necessary to do as you may think.

You can just drop – or vastly decrease the time you spend on – a whole bunch of things. 

And if you do that you will have more time and energy to spend on those things that really brings your value, happiness, fulfilment and so on.

Parkinson’s Law:

This law says that a task will expand in time and seeming complexity depending on the time you set aside for it. For instance, if you say to yourself that you’ll come up with a solution within a week then the problem will seem to grow more difficult and you’ll spend more and more time trying to come up with a solution.

So focus your time on finding solutions. Then just give yourself an hour (instead of the whole day) or the day (instead of the whole week) to solve the problem. This will force your mind to focus on solutions and action.

The result may not be exactly as perfect as if you had spent a week on the task, but as mentioned in the previous point, 80 percent of the value will come from 20 percent of the activities anyway. Or you may wind up with a better result because you haven’t overcomplicated or overpolished things. This will help you to get things done faster, to improve your ability to focus and give you more free time where you can totally focus on what’s in front of you instead of having some looming task creating stress in the back of your mind.

Batching:

Boring or routine tasks can create a lot of procrastination and low-level anxiety. One good way to get these things done quickly is to batch them. This means that you do them all in row. You will be able to do them quicker because there is less “start-up time” compared to if you spread them out. And when you are batching you become fully engaged in the tasks and more focused.

A batch of things to do in an hour today may look like this: Clean your desk / answer today’s emails / do the dishes / make three calls / write a grocery shopping list for tomorrow.


First, give value. Then, get value. Not the other way around.

This is a bit of a counter-intuitive thing. There is often an idea that someone should give us something or do something for us before we give back. The problem is just that a lot of people think that way. And so far less than possible is given either way.

If you want to increase the value you receive (money, love, kindness, opportunities etc.) you have to increase the value you give. Because over time you pretty much get what you give. It would perhaps be nice to get something for nothing. But that seldom happens.


Be proactive. Not reactive.

This one ties into the last point. If everyone is reactive then very little will get done. You could sit and wait and hope for someone else to do something. And that happens pretty often, but it can take a lot of time before it happens. 

A more useful and beneficial way is to be proactive, to simply be the one to take the first practical action and get the ball rolling. This not only saves you a lot of waiting, but is also more pleasurable since you feel like you have the power over your life. Instead of feeling like you are run by a bunch of random outside forces.

Mistakes and Failures are Good:

When you are young you just try things and fail until you learn. As you grow a bit older, you learn from - for example - school to not make mistakes. And you try less and less things.  

This may cause you to stop being proactive and to fall into a habit of being reactive, of waiting for someone else to do something. I mean, what if you actually tried something and failed? Perhaps people would laugh at you?  

Perhaps they would. But when you experience that you soon realize that it is seldom the end of the world. And a lot of the time people don’t care that much. They have their own challenges and lives to worry about.  

And success in life often comes from not giving up despite mistakes and failure. It comes from being persistent. 

When you first learn to ride your bike you may fall over and over. Bruise a knee and cry a bit. But you get up, brush yourself off and get on the saddle again. And eventually you learn how to ride a bike. If you can just reconnect to your 5 year old self and do things that way - instead of giving up after a try/failure or two as grown-ups often do – you would probably experience a lot more interesting things, learn valuable lessons and have quite a bit more success.

Don’t beat yourself up:

Why do people give up after just few mistakes or failures? Well, I think one big reason is because they beat themselves up way too much. But it’s a kinda pointless habit. It only creates additional and unnecessary pain inside you and wastes your precious time. It’s best to try to drop this habit as much as you can.


Assume rapport:

Meeting new people is fun. But it can also induce nervousness. We all want to make a good first impression and not get stuck in an awkward conversation.

The best way to do this that I have found so far is to assume rapport. This means that you simply pretend that you are meeting one of your best friends. Then you start the interaction in that frame of mind instead of the nervous one.

This works surprisingly well. You can read more about it in How to Have Less Awkward Conversations: Assuming Rapport.

Reticular Activating System:

I learned about the organs and the inner workings of the body in class but nobody told me about the reticular activation system. And that’s a shame, because this is one of the most powerful things you can learn about. What this focus system, this R.A.S, in your mind does is to allow you to see in your surroundings what you focus your thoughts on. It pretty much always helps you to find what you are looking for.

So you really need to focus on what you want, not on what you don’t want. And keep that focus steady.

Setting goals and reviewing them frequently is one way to keep your focus on what’s important and to help you take action that will move your closer to toward where you want to go. Another way is just to use external reminders such as pieces of paper where you can, for instance, write down a few things from this post like “Give value” or “Assume rapport”. And then you can put those pieces of paper on your fridge, bathroom mirror etc.

“Your Attitude Changes Your Realty”

We have all heard that you should keep a positive attitude or perhaps that “you need to change your attitude!”. That is a nice piece of advice I suppose, but without any more reasons to do it is very easy to just brush such suggestions off and continue using your old attitude.

But the thing that I’ve discovered the last few years is that if you change your attitude, you actually change your reality. When you for instance use a positive attitude instead of a negative one you start to see things and viewpoints that were invisible to you before. You may think to yourself “why haven’t I thought about things this way before?”.

When you change you attitude you change what you focus on. And all things in your world can now be seen in a different light.

This is of course very similar to the previous tip but I wanted to give this one some space. Because changing your attitude can create an insane change in your world. It might not look like it if you just think about it though. Pessimism might seem like realism. But that is mostly because your R.A.S is tuned into seeing all the negative things you want to see. And that makes you “right” a lot of the time. And perhaps that is what you want. On the other hand, there are more fun things than being right all the time.

Gratitude is a simple way to make yourself feel happy:

Sure, I was probably told that I should be grateful. Perhaps because it was the right thing to do or just something I should do. But if someone had said that feeling grateful about things for minute or two is a great way to turn a negative mood into a happy one I would probably have practised gratitude more. It is also a good tool for keeping your attitude up and focusing on the right things. And to make other people happy. Which tends to make you even happier, since emotions are contagious.


Write everything down:

If your memory is anything like mine then it’s like a leaking bucket. Many of your good or great ideas may be lost forever if you don’t make a habit of writing things down. This is also a good way to keep your focus on what you want. Read more about it in Why You Should Write Things Down.

Notable Site Comments: (Note that just as the above article, these aren’t necessarily the ones I agree with. They are just the notable ones I feel worth highlighting at the time I was reading this article.)

#1 -
(Btw item 15 is “write everything down”.)

I work at a tech startup, and one of my coworkers has a favorite saying: “All engineering problems eventually come down to heat.”

In general, most fields will have a reasonably specific problem which is the cause of any trouble you have 90% of the time. So if you’re having a problem and you’re not sure why, think of that one first.

Also, item 15 is probably the best advice to give anyone, ever. Not because it’s the most important, but because it’s extremely important and people hardly ever mention it.


#2 - Only preach to the converted:
Fantastically comprehensive list of life lessons.

For the philosophically minded - I humbly submit the following lesson: Only preach to the converted.

When I found out about the hidden world of government malfeasance and financial cabals that are responsible for so much misery in this world, and that exist with the help of the media’s complicity, I naturally assumed a lot of people would want to know.I spent all sorts of time and emotional energy on my soapbox, to be met with bored stares or snide remarks. The only time such speech-making and arguing was productive was when I had found someone already inclined to my way of thinking who was looking for answers, as I was.

So Liberals, stop trying to convert Conservatives, and vice versa. Veggies, leave those BBQ eaters alone. If you want to change the world, start with yourself so as to provide an example, and then only preach to people who ask for a sermon!


#3 - The thing is, that what we call a “university” in the usa today is actually many trade schools pulled together onto the same campus:
Excellent suggestions. The thing is, that what we call a “university” in the usa today is actually many trade schools pulled together onto the same campus. And yes, a person in her or his early years at college is required to take classes in all the different trades.

The things that you bring up here, are not things which are specific to any trade, and thus they are never taught.

I would love to see a new kind of college education - where perhaps the philosophy department could expand to become the overall auspices of the school. This would be a school for folks who want to learn how to think critically, and reason independently. Woven into the curriculum, there would be training in all the tools a person needs in this modern world, to start her own business. Computer programming, web design, introductory economics and business courses would be important. This would be a school for both thinkers, and for entrepreneurs.


4. Put something in the “piggy bank” each pay check, even if it’s just a dollar. This may sound dumb but it really is good advise. Don’t blow your cash but save and set goals.

#5 - Polyphasic Sleep and SpeedReading
Great list of useful skills on your list! I’ll add a couple I wish I had been taught in School.

1. To read at a useful rate (not subvocalizing)

2. Maximize my quality of sleep (therefore minimize sleep time)


#6 - Sun Tzu:
Know your weaknesses and then either work to correct them or surround yourself with people who offset them.

Some weaknesses are things we care about, but we just haven’t had time to address. Others are things that we either are not capable of correcting, or really, really don’t care too. As an entrepreneur, you don’t have to know all aspects of business, technology, finance, marketing, etc, if you surround yourself with the right people.


7. These are all great lessons, but what I REALLY wish I had learned in school is: Your “permanent record” is a myth that school principals made up to scare you! Breaking the rules can be useful and occasionally necessary.
8. a slightly more practical skill not taught: personal finance. It’s amazing to me you can graduate high school and college without learning how to balance your checkbook and plan your finances. They’ll spend weeks teaching you CPR which you’ll likely never use but no time spent on how to manage your finances which will likely determine how you can provide for yourself and your family.

# 7 - Criticism
While your list has some valuable life lessons, they really don’t seems like things that would be ‘Taught’ in school.
I think our schools should teach us systems for filing and retrieving information so that we can manage the great deal of information we come across in our lives.

I think schools should spend time to teach ‘Personal Finance’ budgeting, saving, investing, credit use and maintenance. We live in a consumer society and schools do very little to prepare us.

Cooking! Everyone has to eat and many people mess up their finances by spending way to much money eating out. You can eat better and save money if you can cook.

Basic maintenance. How to fix a toilet, how to change your oil, simple troubleshooting for the day to day technical difficulties which we all encounter.

# 8 - Delegation/Parasite Single Rationale
By the way, if you want to really achieve great things in your life you should consider delegating or outsourcing as many of your routine activities as possible. These minimum wage activities are not worth your time. If you are effective in your work, you should be able to make better use of this time and pay or ask someone else, such as an employee or a child, to assist with those activites.

# 9 - Nothing is Free
It’s quite amazing when looking back (I’m 27) all the things you THOUGHT would happen after high school that didn’t. I had a horrible time with bullying in school. Although I knew it was just a school thing and as soon as I got out of there it would be “a lot better” I didn’t think of it as “100% better” as people don’t do constant barrating and name calling like what happens in schools.

Some things I wish were taught in school: I forget the percentages but something like when you are in a class, immediately you are going to forgot half of it. Within a year you’re going to forget 90% of what you learn and/or experience. Basically to focus on what you most cherish from any moment and hope that’s the 10% you still remember.

Nothing is free. Something happened to my train of thought within the past couple years that now whenever I sign up for some service or someone offers me something for free I ask myself “what are they getting from this?” With my brother, for example, always like to give me stuff he no longer uses, which was nice and all. Problem is he never let me forget that. Whenever he wants something in return that cost me money and I don’t want to give up (say copying a game) he starts pulling out “but I gave you …”. When signing up at websites I try to guess what is their motivation. Is it ad revenue? going to charge later on? Now for some people, the “fee” is just knowing so many people use your service and benefit from it. Other’s want to monetize it.


# 10 - Adults
I was lucky to come across good books with success principles and meeting some people who practiced and taught these principles when I was 23 years old. Same as you I was upset at first why such important lessons were not taught to me in school. Later on I realized it was not only the schools who are responsible for that but mainly the grown-ups you grow up with, the parents. Parents have the children around for thousands of hours before the first teachers arrive on the scene. It is too easy to lay responsibility for lack of peopleskills/success principles/positive thinking etc. on the educational system. I’m now 50 years old, have successfully used many of the key points you talk about in your post.

#11 - Trilemma
Here’s one, the trilemma or the art of trade-offs. (I never heard the word trilemma used to describe the principle but I learned it a long time ago and it’s a very useful tool to approach many (any?) projects.
The classic example is managing a project where three major variables are time, cost, quality. Out of the the three you can only really choose two variables, the third one will be ruled out by virtue of the other two being present.

Here’s a discussion of trilemmas:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trilemma

#12 - Clay Shirky
A word of caution on the 80/20 rule (#1):

“This is what’s wrong with a lot of 80/20 optimizations- the belief that truncating the system at the head will optimize its effectiveness; in many cases it actually cuts off a critical piece of the overall ecosystem.”

-Clay Shirky, Here Comes Everybody


13. This was a great reminder of many of the things that help make us successful and happy in life. I am going to print this out and put it on my wall. To think, if they did teach us these “basic” but fundamental things in life, how many frustrations we could have avoided while learning or stumbling on them by ourselves?
#14 - Open to interpretation:
I got kind of a different interpretation from the 80/20 rule, which is that because the rule constantly applies, you can not only cut out a lot of wasted time, but you can find what makes that 20% of your time work well for you, and apply it to the rest of your efforts, continually improving your productivity.

Reddit Comments:

#1:

more like “16 things i wish my parents taught me”

schools shouldn’t be responsible for this stuff.

then why do we have a ‘Life Skills’ class?

It’s called CALM - Career and Life Management, and here in Canada (I think all of Canada) it’s a required grade 11 course, though most people take it in grade 10, it’s only a half credit course. It covers making a resume, budgeting, safe sex, setting career goals, endless tests about what you should be when you grow up, etc.

Americans have that as well, but I think it’s an elective. (And not available in Florida.)

Yeah it was pretty good! At the time everyone hated it though, but at least we’re not drinking bleach to prevent HIV

#2:
Schools shouldn’t be responsible for anything except for their intended purpose: brainwashing and babysitting/confinement.

aahaa.. Funny, yet so true it’s sad.

okay.. how about…

aahaa.. Funny, so sad it’s true.


#3
These are things that adults learn. The teenage brain, to say nothing of the school-age brain, is developmentally incapable of comprehending and applying many of these concepts. Wishing you had learned them earlier is like wishing you could change the past. You just gotta learn what you learn when you learn it. Besides, if you learned everything you needed to learn in school: What fun would adulthood be? Thankfully, life has lessons to teach you until you get old.

I agree but that doesn’t take away from it’s usefulness (I’m 21). I find the most interesting bits of knowledge are those that we felt all along but never quite knew how to express.

I think that experience you’re describing is a kind of anecdotal evidence for the development that’s happening in your brain: At some point, things move from inexpressible feelings to concrete ideas that make real sense — just because even at 21 your brain is still developing. So I’m not saying that young people shouldn’t be exposed to any of this (I routinely talk to my 4 year-old about stuff I know he can’t process, but I’m just hoping the vocabulary will sink in so that when he is ready to understand, there will have been some prior exposure).

you’re absolutely right, this is a list of experiential learnings which written or taught to teenagers have little value without the experience that validates them. My other problem is it reads like a business self-help cookbook.

#4
What a load of crap! This guy must be writing motivational books for a living…

why crap? Im just curious.

It’s all the kind of empty crap that you find in self-help books, with absolutely no scientific value. Be proactive! Organize your time! Attitude is all that matters! Bullshit, everyone has his own personality and own way of working, there is no way to help a person by giving him this sort of standard advice. The only think that matters is how motivated you are, and that’s usually a function of how much you’re payed and how well you get along with your boss and co-workers. It’s all very personality-dependent of course.

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22 Sep 2009

Fail. Live.

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18 Sep 2009

My Education
…or the thorough lack of.

I get asked about this a lot during talks and meetups, but the main reason that had me writing this down was probably due to the mails I receive from students saying they were inspired to pursue photography, art, or something else less accepted by majority of the parents out there because of me.

It’s flattering yes, and I’m probably expected to be supportive, but I can’t brush off the feeling that sometimes I think my articles and interviews romanticize my experiences too much. So much so that when people read those they’re given some sort of impression that leads them to think — “She left school and became successful in no time, I don’t feel like I’m learning anything at all either, I wanna quit school too!” — which then somehow helped them convince themselves that education is useless, and that it was ok to use it as an excuse to do something else for the sole purpose of using it as an escape.

Here’s just a little something to better shed light on some stuff that led me to my decisions. It’s just stuff that came to mind, so please do pardon the lack of coherence.

As a child, I always recalled my mother telling me a particular metaphor: if a house breaks out in a fire, the most important things to rescue will be books, for knowledge is power and the most valuable for one’s survival.

It probably sounds a little silly in modern day context, but it puts the point across. Some of you will probably want to argue that it’s money that one can’t live without, sure it’s important, but then we have another metaphor: you can have a mountain of gold and silver and spend it all without knowing how to replenish what you have (due to the lack of the knowledge of how to do it). So there.

I was at the age where parents’ words were absolute laws we children abide by without questions, and I would believe whatever I was told with utter faith. My understanding then, at 4 or maybe 5, was that, knowledge was gained by learning, studying, and that’s why we had to go to school. To learn.

As I grew older, I figured that studying didn’t have to be confined into schools because we were all different. And that sometimes, the world was our best classroom, because certain things, I could only learn from actual experiences.

The thirst to simply find out more about what I liked was my drive, and only much later did I realize that learning was really a lifetime affair.

A lot of things happened throughout my schooldays, outside of school. To cut it short, I was made acutely aware of death at a young age. It led me to believe that I didn’t have many years left. So despite making efforts to get in, I spent my days in a prestigious school not quite studying as I should have been, utterly convinced that my end was near and I had every right to spend the last few years the way I wanted.

I had various interests that weren’t quite academical, and with every additional one I was made all the more aware of not wanting to be in a school studying things irrelevant for my needs. But no, at that time, I didn’t know what I wanted to be.

I was good in air rifle, but I felt that it would one day become dull if I stayed doing sports all my life (no offence to others in the line, it’s just me).

I liked air rifle, but I liked difference, new and change even more. I wanted to do something that will make the next day fresh and challenging all at the same time. Air rifle was about hitting the barely 0.45mm bull’s eye every single shot, about how many times I can repeat the same set of actions without mentally and emotionally wavering. But there’s a limit set to it. You can only get 400/400 for 40 shots in a competition, and no matter how frigging perfect, may you get 109/109 for finals, it’s as far it goes.

I didn’t want something with a pre-set limit.

Along the way I met Yun (aka Arissa, aka Kagetsuki, aka minicloud, who still calls me by the nick I was using 7 years ago after everyone else has stopped), and thought she was possibly the coolest girl I’d ever met in my life. And because she was doing fashion design, I became somewhat interested, and decided to study fashion instead.

I was on leave from school to train for the Olympics selections that year, and with all the extra free time on my hands and interest in fashion, I selected a short course on makeup to learn. The knowledge in it played an important role in my photography later on.

I’m deviating a little from my original point here, but what I’m trying to say is, if you find something of interest, don’t hesitate to learn it. An extra skill never hurt. (Although I don’t know what reading The High Frontier: Human Colonies in Space in Primary 4 was gonna help me with, but I guess at least it gave me a dream to live out there… in the future. Like I can do a photoshoot in space or something… Yeah yeah okay I’m having Gundam daydreams again. Hahahaha.)

After various events, with extreme reluctance on my mother’s part, I managed to leave RGS for LASALLE with the blessings of my principal. (Gotta admit having a good standing of achievements in air rifle helped)

I enjoyed my foundation year tremendously. It provided me with a variety of mediums and platforms I could learn about and experiment with, all in the realm of something I was interested in — art. And from there, slowly but surely, sieved through was my interest for illustrative images.

My decision to leave school a second time grieved my mother to no end. She’d thought I really loved school and was enjoying it (which I was, till later, which I’ll explain below), and couldn’t understand why I wanted to quit a semester short to getting my diploma. My ex-step-dad and pals would scorn at her stressing failure as a mother, my maternal family was extremely academic and the whole family would calling my mum from the US and UK all over, repeating just how a degree was mandatory, every other night.

But really, attaining a diploma doesn’t mean I’d retain the knowledge from school any better if I hadn’t bothered to study at all. Without that piece of paper, what I’d learnt was already mine, and wouldn’t be taken away from me. Right?


Here’s a somewhat summarized snapshot of the story:

We were starting on a semester of men’s fashion, but I was actually only interested in womenswear. However, the lack of interest was hardly enough to warrant my yearning to leave school.

That semester started almost a month later than scheduled; we didn’t have lecturers for some of the classes; then an incident, a classmate cried and screamed at me in front of class just because of how unfair she felt it was that I got by well enough whilst missing school (for rifle training trips) while the rest couldn’t catch up.

Traumatized on top of the disorganization of classes, I felt that it wasn’t adding up to what I could get out of my own time if I did individual learning.

Also, I was becoming obsessed with photography.

I had a little popularity growing in deviantART, I would receive notes telling me that I had inspired an individual to pick up photography. It made me feel both happy and appreciated because it was something I thoroughly enjoyed, and at the same time seemed to allow a complete stranger to benefit from.

Around the same period I started getting small jobs, it was then that I felt the unstoppable yearning to better myself and my shoots. The want to do more, create more and improve more. Which all demanded more time and efforts than I was already giving, it was the moment for me to shed everything else to focus on photography only, and once that became clear, no one was going to stop me. I wasn’t going to live down a life that wasn’t mine.

A dear friend once said to me:

when we are alive, we need to do things that makes us feel right
things that give us that feeling that we are living our own lives, our own choices
and if we are honest with our own feelings
we ought not feel bad for making others sad
because lying is worse

It wasn’t directed at my studies, but I think this quote can apply for a lot of things, really.

Eventually, when I left school, I’d already done a magazine cover, earned an average of at least roughly 800SGD per job with constant enough job offers.

If we look only at the basic of 1200SGD a month of a fresh diploma graduate, I wasn’t too badly off. (Okay so I don’t really know the exact figure, maybe it’s higher, maybe it’s lower, I didn’t really care anyway, it was just numbers conjured up to explain to my mum I wasn’t gonna starve to death) It definitely wasn’t much, but it’s something.


So no, I didn’t just make my decision based on thoughts and ideals alone.

I knew quite clearly what I needed and wanted, that my learning had to encompass experiences from a working environment which I was already getting, which the school did not and could not provide, which needed more time for than I could have afforded while still being in school.

I knew what I didn’t have and had to work on, and very importantly the simple truth of having to support myself, my overheads, and the fact that I was ready with the ability to face them.

I left school, but I was not runaway from learning.

Pursue your dreams, but don’t use it as an excuse to escape.

So um, there. It got a bit longer than I expected. Sorry. XD

I contemplated about writing the pursuit of dreams, turning pro and experiences, but obviously, that would somewhat turn this entry into an autobiography and make everyone on this page fall asleep. So maybe next time.


PS: Despite the fact that I’d tried self-betaing 98124 times, I’m sure there’re still errors and pointless sentences where I got carried away, so please forgive me.

PPS: But if you made it to the end, even if it doesn’t help you in any way (since it’s more addressed to a small group of people), I still hope you enjoyed reading it somehow… yeah. XD

PPPS: I just realized that this coincides with Obama’s speech to students on education, just a note this was written quite sometime before, and thus is in no way a response or opinion towards his speech. ^^;

http://zemotion.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-education.html

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Some might argue that this is very unrelated to Hikkikomoris while others might appreciate the theme about art and education.

Nevertheless this was one of those posts where my intention wasn’t to share it for the sake of it being a topic relevant to Hikkis but rather it’s just one of those posts that’s written in such a way where I feel it’s worth sharing no matter what blog you are on.

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4 Sep 2009

I’d like to see an advertising campaign built on such low expectations.

“Not as bad as you think!”

“Doesn’t suck all that much!”

“I enjoyed the sub-par picture!”

“The most barely adequate release I’ve seen in a long time!”

http://www.avsforum.com/avs-vb/showthread.php?p=17122404#post17122404

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What I find disconcerting about your post and others here, is the constant use of phrases like:

Not as bad as you say”.

I think your credibility goes out the window because you reveal yourself as someone who thinks “not that bad” is “good enough”.

I’d like to see an advertising campaign built on such low expectations.

“Not as bad as you think!”

“Doesn’t suck all that much!”

“I enjoyed the sub-par picture!”

“The most barely adequate release I’ve seen in a long time!”

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