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posted August 11, 2008 10:55 PM |
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Well, actually I mean the gifted class, competition and creativity-switching stuff. But schools in Ireland are somewhat less hands-on than your descriptions, so I guess it isn't a great comparison 
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posted August 11, 2008 10:57 PM |
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I wish that elementary and middle school was less hands-on. I hate coloring, gluing, and cutting stuff out. And I suck at drawing too.
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All of you guys had such a dramatic childhood. 
Is HC somekind of a freak magnet?
I had much more normal one although not really a normal one.
So I was cut out in March 23 1989. I'm the first-born in my family. I had several birth-marks, three of them, a red patch of skin above my left ankle (pretty handy for measuring temperature actually), a brown patch of skin at my right backside and almond shaped eyes, preserved for this day. I have good "night-vision" but my left eye is nigh blind making my normal sight quite bad, no glasses though. I'm quite tall and strong but not very muscular. Good short memory and above average intelligence. I have a big bones but I'm very slim. My mother was a conty accountant, later nurse, and my father a physiotherapist, who's allergic to everything hairy. My father comes from a farming family while my mother is a town dweller so my father was strict and preferred hard work while my mother was more permissive. We live in a small town of 20000 people that resides in the middle of Lake Saimaa which is a maze-like joining of lakes and islands. There's a lot of forest and water here. The town itself is very crude with one mainstreet, church, castle and a small summer marketplace. I also spent a lot of time in my grandparents summer cottage 30 kilometers from here, the views don't change that much. My grandparents have a dog. Only less woods and clearer water. I have a two-year younger brother and a ten-year younger sister, some twenty-plus cousins and billions of little-cousins of whom I can only say I know a few who lived in the same town. We also have a lot of family friends with kids my age and our neighbours of course.
I have always been close to nature. I fish, gather berries, gather mushrooms and hike alot. Less than I would want to though. My family has had a great impact on that. Keep in mind that I've never strayd far from narute while reading this.
Another thing here: I use the word friend but in finnish both 'kaveri' and 'ystävä' translate to friend. I've had a lot of 'kaveri's but only a few 'ystävä's. Right now I don't have a single 'ystävä'.
2-5.When I was small I used to play my brother a lot also my father or mother was always there, my only other friends were my relatives, neighbours and family friends and one guy from the day-care. I was a perpetuum mobile anyways so I didn't need friends, like my neighbour boy once put it, doesn't Joonas ever stop? We had a PC for fathers business, it had some games like supaplex and aladdin.
Kindergarten at the age of 5 was very hard for me at the beginning, letting go of my family completely (before I had always had my brother with me in day-care and even then giving up my parents every morning of week was very hard). I gained new friends quite quickly though and blended in. We used to be quite the mischief for the teachers back then - oh, good times - we took apart everything from telephones to microwaveovens, made little pranks (I got my favorite cuddle animal flushed down the toilet for example) and such. IMPORTANT NOTE: my friends were divided equally among girls and boys. I get an aquarium. I got SNES and Donkey Kong Country.
6.Next year A lot of new kids arrived at pre-school including my friend from day-care back when I was two and our group (boys) broke apart. I emerged as the leader of the other group and my now former best friend as leader of the other. We were the weaker group, only I was able to stand up for myself from us and my former best friend was stronger than me. So I was the second strongest kid in the class (I was small at this point compared to others) but when number 1,3,4 and 5 are on the other group there's not much one can do. Add my former best friends jealousy over my new friends and we got a nice combination. I had to stand up for all of us. My brother made friends who became my friends also. I drink beer first time. Played my first game of Zelda: A Link to the Past.
7.School starts. First class. We had a small class of 18 pupils and a prime teacher. All the same people from kindergarten except not my old friend from day-care, same cliques. But now I started to get bullied by the other clique en mass. I quess they noticed I was the reason the others could take it and I happened to defend them too. So what happens when you bully the defender? He stands alone that's what he does. I took it in and I'm a very sensitive person (thanks to my father's genes) I used to cry over a dead butterfly and I broke my nerve upon ridiculous things like games not to mention that my anger was over the top. I had ran off from home at least a dosen times when I reached age of seven and I even took my brother with me one time. I had to grow a thick skin. I did but it hurt like hell. Played My first game of Red Alert.
8.Second class. 5 new pupils including my old friend from day-care. I told to my parents about the bullying, they told my teacher, she couldn't stop it, my father gave me an advice: Kick their ass, I started karate,kept quiet about it, took in all the bullying, I almost broke up with my best friend, my teacher sorted it out - thank god she did - I started to lose contacts with my girl friends,neighbours, family friends and relatives only löeaving my classmates and certain two brothers who were also my brothers friends and were to become family friends. I also started scouts. I tried almost every sport available in my town. My whole family was a little disappointed that I didn't pick up volleyball. Smoked my first cigarette. Had trouble with handwriting in style. Pleyd my first game of HoMM 2.
9.Third grade. No major changes in class. The start of real school. English started. English teacher didn't finish any of her classes, she always left crying before the end, this applies to all lower grade. I beat up my bulliers, took care of my problem once and for all but the thick skin prevailed. No girl friends anymore or neighbours. Few relatives and classmates. We got a new PC. Still had pronlems with style writing. Doing one class upper mathematics now. A terrible scout trip with the whole city's scouts backfired and all of us started to pass them by, only doing trips with our own group. Had my first crush. She asked me out, I punched her in the stomach. Had those nice games where all the neighbourhood kids gather together, around 50 people playing cop and the criminal and such. Also we have us versus the sixth grader snow wars. I get my turtle. I get my greatest catch, a three kilo lake trout. We got Age of Empires.
10.Fourth Grade. I choose woodworks over textil like all other boys. Got a new teacher and 5 new students including one complete idiot who we used to bully in kindegarten. Still had pronlems with style writing. I had to rewrite all of my works three times or more. My growth sprint starts, I lose my agility and dexterity almost completely. I cannot do backflips anymore to this day. Puberteet begins. Anger management problems resurface. Slight bullying returns due to anger management problems. We start playing finnish baseball with friends during summertime. Lots of new friends through it. New bike. My grandfather dies. I don't shed a single tear. My skin is solid as rock. I drop out from most others in all games that use a ball or puck excluding finnish baseball. I stop believing in god. I kiss a girl for real. HOMM 3!
11.Fifth Grade. One new boy who becomes a friend of mine. German and history start. Style writing problems start to get better. I stop skating. I build my first longbow. We get adsl. TIBERIAN SUN!
12.Sixth Grade. No changes in clas. It's 31 at this point. The smallest yearclass to ever study in the shool. We win The annual students versus teachers match in finnish baseball for the first time in school history. Passing from lower grade. I do four mathematics books at the time others do one. We manage to break two glass doors.FIRESTORM!
13-15.Upper grade. The class stays almost the same, few inviduals get sliced out. Swedish, chemistry, physics start. I stop karate and scout. My friends are composed about the people who play finnish baseball in the summer. Our class is a terror to the school, not as bad as one another but bad. Can you say burning an unimaginably precious collection of stuffed birds? How about locking people in closet for a day? How about jumping out of the third floor window during class? Messing up the automated lights of the school? Or flooding a class? Building throwing stars in the metal works? (They are illegal in finland) Missing third of the classes? We won the most absent class title. 80% of the class drunk and smoked. Oh, and I think I've still got school cloth racks in my closet not to mention tinner pens and other smaller stuff. Well at least we were happy with burning the zorro Zs into school doors instead of nazi symbols like the other class whose teacher got a nervous breakdown and had to retire... The school had a nice bomb shelter in the basement where you needed to use a manual lift to get to. It became quite familiar to us because it happened to filled with candy. One of the teachers used to go to the boiler room for a smoke and a drink, why do I know it? Quess where we used to go. I quess I could talk about this for ages so onwards. Fought a lot. I stopped skiing. Confirmation on a hike in Lapland. New PC. I joined HC.
16-19.High-school. This was voluntary! Only a few familiar faces in my new class. Over half had gone to the professional school. Rest justr happened to be in another class. I didn't skip a single class. (We were allowed to be absent from third of the class hours from every course anyways) I started underwater rugby. People stopped playing finnish baseball. I started skiing again. I started jogging. I started exercising. Graduated! Got a new bike. Made a two week trip with my new bike from here to top of finland. Waiting for the army to beginn. C&C3!
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posted August 12, 2008 02:36 AM |
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I wrote that for four hours. 
Good night it's 4 a.m. Have fun reading through that mvass.
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posted August 12, 2008 03:41 AM |
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Is HC somekind of a freak magnet?
Funny you should say that. Seeing as how you are the only normal person here, it makes you a freak, does it not?
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I have good "night-vision" but my left eye is nigh blind making my normal sight quite bad, no glasses though.
Ah, that reminds me of something I forgot to mention about myself. When I was about 1, I got really sick. I recovered, but I became cross-eyed, and I didn't get surgery for that until I was 5, so I don't have stereoscopic vision - I can only see with one eye at a time! (I have no problems with using either eye, but I can only use one at a time, which means I can't use 3d-glasses either.) (By the way, this may be why the link TheDeath posted about the blind spot didn't work for me.) I'm also farsighted, and I have nistagma, which means my eyes shake slightly, and that makes my vision 20/40 in my left eye and 20/50 in my right, even in my glasses. I got bullied for my eyes shaking too, now that I mention it.
By the way, how many languages can you speak? In how many of them are you fluent?
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Our class is a terror to the school, not as bad as one another but bad.
That reminds me of the grade that graduated last year, the grade above my year. They were pretty horrible in middle school and in the mid-high, and all of the teachers were afraid that they were going to be bad in high school too. Not so. Most of the bad ones dropped out, and the ones that didn't got pregnant and that generally calmed them down. So when they graduated, it was mostly the smart people of that grade that were left. Unfortunately, about half of my friends were in the grade above me.
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Can you say burning an unimaginably precious collection of stuffed birds? How about locking people in closet for a day? How about jumping out of the third floor window during class? Messing up the automated lights of the school? Or flooding a class? Building throwing stars in the metal works?
No one did that here, but a kid did once put a bunch of soap in the nice Biology teacher's aquarium, and killed all the fish. Some of them were pretty old.  I don't think that person was ever caught.
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posted August 12, 2008 05:48 AM |
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I'm the way I am because of my decisions. Simple as that.
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posted August 12, 2008 09:55 AM |
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Edited by Lexxan at 10:27, 12 Aug 2008.
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Our class is a terror to the school, not as bad as one another but bad.
Right, mine too.
(really, I'm serious)
EDIT: @ Joonas: You wrote that in four hours?
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posted August 12, 2008 10:07 AM |
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
I was born on an Alpaca farm in South Carolina.
In reality the Alpaca farm was just a front for an opium/banana smuggling operation and an adoption agency for insatiate catholic families.
I helped my father build a new house using only an axe and good old fashioned will power.
My mother was a blind Albanian taxidermist, so she wasn't much help.
When the great depression came we were forced to hitch hike our way to Indonesia where my father won the lottery and ran away to some secluded European tax haven on his new leer jet. My mother was never seen again after a brief fling with Bill Clinton.
I made my money playing in a drum and bass band that catered specifically to 23rd birthdays. We never made much money.
Turns out people weren't ready for our mixture of glam-electro and folk music.
What followed are lesser events, in brief; a car accident, a chance encounter with Superwoman, a large collection of never-sold Jethro-Tull postage stamps, a person, a brief and unfortunate stint in Ultimate Fighting, a violent protest, some very soft bed quilts, one year spent travelling Uzbekistan, a degree of dubious legality in Medicine and a minor role in the movie "Ace Ventura 2: When Nature Calls".
Oh, wait, I'm supposed to be writing about myself?
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posted August 12, 2008 12:40 PM |
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When I was about 1, I got really sick. I recovered, but I became cross-eyed, and I didn't get surgery for that until I was 5, so I don't have stereoscopic vision - I can only see with one eye at a time! (I have no problems with using either eye, but I can only use one at a time, which means I can't use 3d-glasses either.) (By the way, this may be why the link TheDeath posted about the blind spot didn't work for me.) I'm also farsighted, and I have nistagma, which means my eyes shake slightly, and that makes my vision 20/40 in my left eye and 20/50 in my right, even in my glasses. I got bullied for my eyes shaking too, now that I mention it.
That's interesting, even though I have no experience with that, the Blind Spot should still work (actually you should close one eye for it to work). But other than that, it's really hard to explain how stereoscopic vision "looks like" -- at least I find it impossible in english, just like explaining to a blind guy how green looks like.
I never got bullied in my class for my glasses (I needed to wear them back then, now I only wear special glasses when on the computer). In fact, being kinda tall, I wasn't a "soft geek" (even though I still am a 'geek'). Some guys did bully me, but I usually tried to stay away from. However once I was fed up with it, I wasn't such a nice guy anymore -- I beat them up and told them that my "awesomeness" was to impressive for them and they were just jealous of my smartness (not in grades, mind you, but in thinking: I usually solved problems that required thinking, rather than memorizing mechanically which everyone did)... They didn't seem to bully me anymore after that. Of course that was when I was in mid-school; in High-school everyone was more "mature" than that.
Ok enough of bullying stuff, it wasn't even as close as bad as you guys' situations.
So how did I end up here? Well, I recall somewhere in elementary school, my parents bought a Nintendo Console (those old NES ones). Then I started playing games. From my first game, I was already "hardcore" as if I had that in my blood -- my parents were quite amazed by my "joystick" agility at that time (considering I had no prior experience). I was also fast to respond to difficult situations and counter them (such as when multiple projectiles and enemies are towards you, finding the best "position" to hide is kinda hard, but I managed). It just came completely natural for me. Then I started playing more and more games...
...eventually I got a real "computer" which wasn't a PC (that I know of), but had a "Kobra" operating system (don't know anything else) and read everything through those analog "cassettes" (not floppies or CDs or anything like that). A game took 2-3 minutes of loading from a cassette. What was interesting however with this is that you could program things yourself, unlike the console. Immediately after I find out about it, I started messing up with stuff. This was about in 3rd-4th grade I think (don't remember exactly). The language looked a lot like BASIC (or Fortran). I learned it pretty fast all by myself messing around. Then I started making proggies myself. Albeit they weren't efficient at all, and most were hard-coded to specific choices, I didn't know how to use variables.
The reason I am still thinking so actively and deeply may be because at such a young age I was using both my left-brain (logic; programming) and right-brain (games and creativity) and used them to the maximum (sometimes my brain got tired as a result). Even though for me the right-brain is still more important, especially now that we have computers that can emulate some of the left-brain's activities, it is still important to at least equalize these two.
From those days I've always been interested in making my own games -- and rather, making my own virtual world. Even though I was programming simple games like Pacman, they didn't really appeal to me in that creativity sense -- they were more like "training". Especially after I first played Counter-Strike at a Gaming Cafe, I was so immersed in a 3D world and all that, I immediately wanted a "PC" for that.
I got used to programs like 3Ds Max to make my own 3D models, I understood what 3D geometries are, what textures are, etc... All of these things I learned completely on my own. I also found out about sound, even though I was a bit intimidated by the signal processing math behind (Fourier Transform and decibels/logarithms and all that). I only started "C" programming 4 years ago, and assembly programming like 2 years ago? I think.
However what is important is the fact that my prior experience with such things (like execution logic and execution control and variables and memory etc) was quite enough for me to dwell into a new language just as a language, rather than the concepts behind. Programming is not memorizing just a language -- it is a skill one develops through experience or visualizing how to realize an algorithm in a given way. I was already experienced with that so I didn't have much trouble.
Of course then I also started to make my own connection between programming, memory, and for example, how 3D geometries are stored and used. I became interested in 3D programming. I also became interested in sound, this time, I started to understand the mathematical relationships and all that. In short, when I really want to know about something (in our case at hand: computers), then I really am going to know it. Right now, I not only know games from a high-level point of view, but from a low-level one as well (how CPU works, and relationship between all game components: 3D, texture, sound, memory, etc).
In music I only recently became interested. Music is also a main component of a game, much as sound is. Of course with my given knowledge about sound in general, it wasn't hard at all to learn music.
The only thing that annoys me is time, not insufficient knowledge about these things, nor lack of creativity or ideas (I mean, even in algorithms, not only in stories). I like to be original and not borrow samples or anything from someone else, at least not directly -- I usually try to modify them somewhat to fit my needs.
Of course now my work is completely chaotic, as a result of all the knowledge about so many things. This often leads me to mix different activities together: some samples for my music, programming an application, making a 3D model, etc... it's why it often takes so much time for me to finish a given "something", because I make something else and mix it with that at the same time (not technically at the same time of course). An apparent example is the spider I showed in the Hobbies thread.
All of the above are just hobbies, I never actually took any "class" or school to learn them. You can say I'm a crazy creative guy that pursues his ends. I only know that I have sometimes too much hope in my dreams. Even though now I'm feeling like I've just lost 90% of it due to other reasons (not the above subject) 
Of course I'm not only a classical geek as above might make you think. I am also very interested in art, ancient cultures and history (and asian cultures), orchestral music (because, for me, it's a form of art, expressing a given mood in sound rather than words, like a poem for example), and spirituality. Although the exact roots are still not clear, and actually I wouldn't write them either way, let's just say that I have "experienced" some things.
My passion for fantasy games is especially due to the above (and not, for example, classic shooters). Not only that, but I am also a movie-freak (not collector) watching 16+ rated movies when I was like 10 or 12 The movies I like best are not only entertaining but also have a moral point. Books that have the same attribute have a similar impact on me, however I'm kinda lazy to read books (even though I read some). Fantasy games are kinda a bit like "art" for me, and some even touch a moral subject (especially behind the philosophy of each race) and I 'learned' a lot from them -- different mentalities (races) and such.
Due to my deep thinking it is completely unavoidable for me to not philosophize about questions that most people just "accept them" as a fact. Sometimes I even have trouble falling asleep because I think too much. I don't know, maybe my early childhood days had too much an impact on my brain and made it too "active". For someone who thinks so much, meditation is very inspiring, I can't explain how it "feels" just as I can't explain to mvass how stereoscopic vision looks like. It's just something remarkable if you do it correctly, and I would expect it works best if you keep open questions rather than just "accept" something you don't understand as a fact. (probably it's why I find God rational (not necessarily logical!) )
Well I would write a lot more about my philosophy and spiritual experiences but I'm afraid those are a bit hard to explain and I lost quite some time making this post anyway. I believe if I were to make it longer no one would read it (not that now most people read it anyway).
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posted August 12, 2008 01:20 PM |
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Funny you should say that. Seeing as how you are the only normal person here, it makes you a freak, does it not?
Lol! I quess it does. 
So how do you estimate distances then? I have slight cross eye and they usually go awry.
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By the way, how many languages can you speak? In how many of them are you fluent?
I speak all four but am only fluent in finnish and english. I can get by with my swedish but for some reason my spoken german is almsot incomprehensible. I'm quessing a bad teacher and lazy me in the upper grade did it but I can't be sure. It's like my german has been worsening after starting high school. I understand german well though.
If I had an infinite life I would learn to speak every language fluently but I don't.
I think the reason for most of us to behave well in high school is that you had no reason to behave badly. In upper grade you can hate the school, as almost all did, because it's obligatory but in high school you can't. It was you who decided to go there. It's your fault. You couuld have stopped studying but you didn't. Another thing was that the high school was at it's latest stages of repair. While our old school had been a beton brick which had moisture damage and resembles a prison (which it was for a big part) the new one was like the moscow underground. It was and is a really great place. There were only minor problems with the repair in the first year, some corridors were too small because of hanging electric wires and the dressing rooms were outside and there was no warm water. (the water came straight from the lake, during winter too!) But after the first year it was like a paradise when compared to the old one.
We too had an aquarium in fifth grade. Someone brought in a new fish that ate all the others so we froze it.
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Yes I did. Is it short or long?
Good one TA. 
You're quite the work horse death.
Most be rewarding to do that much and succeed.
There was still something I wanted to write here but I forgot what it was. I'll write it when it pops into my mind.
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posted August 12, 2008 01:23 PM |
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Yes I did. Is it short or long?
It is pretty long, but 4 hours for it is too much IMO
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posted August 12, 2008 01:26 PM |
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I think I've used six for one M.E.G.A. post. How do you count it then?
Sorry but I just teand to think too much and my writing with PC is bad, just look at all the typos in the post over this one.
I also check regularly if there are any new posts in HC.
Mostly it's my thoughts wandering around.
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posted August 12, 2008 01:28 PM |
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You're quite the work horse death.
Most be rewarding to do that much and succeed.
Funny thing is, you know, the more a guy gets, the more he wants, and greater his goals. Kinda annoying but I can't get rid of it.
School (let's say high-school) was primarily, for me, about "socializing" and learning to be social, rather than teaching. I learn a lot better by myself alone 
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posted August 12, 2008 02:48 PM |
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Sorry but I just teand to think too much
Sometimes it's the same with me, I lose a lot of time writing a (simple) post.
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posted August 12, 2008 03:01 PM |
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TheDeath:
Even compared to me, you're a nerd. I think that I use both sides of my brain as well, but in your case the right brain leads the left, whereas in my case it's the opposite.
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The movies I like best are not only entertaining but also have a moral point.
Sadly, those kinds of movies are getting rarer and rarer.
And I also philosophize. But my results, as you well know, are quite different.
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Funny thing is, you know, the more a guy gets, the more he wants, and greater his goals.
I know what you mean, but I don't feel that it's a bad thing. I'd say that being complacent is worse.
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So how do you estimate distances then?
Just by judging the size of things relative to things around them, I guess. That's why I hate going down steep stairs.
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While our old school had been a beton brick which had moisture damage and resembles a prison (which it was for a big part)
lol, that sounds exactly like my school! We were supposed to start on August 20, but were delayed to September 2 because of massive construction. It's the second year we've been having it, and it's pretty terrible. It's hard to hear anything over the sound of jackhammers, and we just have bare cement floors, and our school is looked more and more like a prison every day. Until now. Now it looks like a prison that's had a destructive riot.
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Who influenced me? The answer is simple: People of my age are the one that stamped my past. Not my parents, not my family, not my teachers... but they!
A very good point. You know, this is a very often debated subject - who influences kids more: parents, teachers, or friends? Regarding parents and friends, it's really a chicken-or-egg question. The way your parents raise you when you're a little kid helps determine what kind of friends you'll choose, and then those friends will influence you strongly, probably more strongly than your parents, and among their influences will be how receptive you are to your parents' further influence. Regarding teachers, though, I think that too many people expect them to work miracles. I mean, if you have a family that doesn't care if you're at school or not, and your friends are out smoking pot all day, not even the best teacher is going to do you any good.
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posted August 12, 2008 03:12 PM |
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Even compared to me, you're a nerd.
I'll take that as a compliment
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Sadly, those kinds of movies are getting rarer and rarer.
Yeah. But I didn't mean 100% moral movies. Even an action movie sometimes has a small moral at the end
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And I also philosophize. But my results, as you well know, are quite different.
That's the whole point of philosophy, to discuss and argue.
anyway let's not turn this into a quote war thread.
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posted August 12, 2008 04:08 PM |
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Wow... talk about dark pasts...
I'll try! I don't remember a lot from my youth. i've always had a terrible mind (holes in it). Back to my first childhood memory. It isn't a great influence, but a small, funny one. When I was about 6, I was in the last of kindergarten (as do most people hardie har har) and every afternoon we went to fetch a drink in the kitchen area. Coco milk or sumthing. So all those crazy kids start running towards the kitchen, unlike me who has always been quite calm. So one of those impatient buggers push me out of their way, I slip, glide and my forehead slams into one of those old, narrow-edged heating systems. (result, a scar, literally a hole in my head)
Anyways, I didn't get influenced by the people of my age, back then, because I simply was interested in different things. We had one of those old super nintendos at home and I enjoyed playing them. (First time I came in touch with english.) There were kids in my neighbourhood and I played with them, sure. I was no social reject, but, off course I always had and suppose I always will have different interests than the average Joe Normal. Anyways, I was forced to read fast and learned a few words of english by watching my good parent, mr. Television which only had good shows in english the elitist bastard. "Pokémon" also taught me english.
Years progressed and I made two, yeah that's right only two actual friends. One was like me and enjoyed games and fantasy stories as much as I did. The other one also knew games well and spoke english. In fact, I often spoke english to him, rather than dutch. I also did scouting. Mind you, I had quite some friends, but you have friends and you have "friends". Anyways, I became known as one of the better friends of the most popular guys my age. Why? Pokémon
Anyways, As the end of primary school neared, I also started learning french and was lucky enough to spend a few days in the walloons, practising it, making me slightly above average in the language. Hopefully, one day, I will become trilingual.
Anyways, around that time, my father died. He was very sick and I avoided him, since my frail lungs aren't equipped to handle the smoke that killed my dad. My brother was an occasional passerby, whom noone told me anything about. My sister had a lesbian relationship, which made me very tolerant towards gay people. I went to a catholic school, which made me agnostic. I disliked a firm upbringing and started to think that the tolerant culture of The Netherlands was actually like me, but I recently found out that I a a "moraalridder". Lex can help me find a fitting translation
Anyways, I went to secundary school to study latin. It was fun (except that one teacher was just plain horrible). I also found a small dagger in my back, since my comrades from primary school had betrayed and found it funny to call me names. After a month or three, I realised that this sucked and ignored them. I again had few friends, but one is always better than none. Later on, I gained another one who was also more like me. Funny thing is, that I punched him first time we met.
He was polish and I came (slightly) in contact with that culture, again, making me tolerant towards it, because I used to be really intolerant towards the unknown (cultures ideas, whatever). Anyways, second year in secondary school brought me something good things. First of all, I got interested in music. Second, all the suckers who I disliked had to drop out. Third, Gained another true friend.
Third and fourth year were okay as well, gaining another friend, this one from Ukraine. I was liked by my entire class, but in a more superficial way. As Lex pointed out, it's not easy to just point out someone and actually call him a friend. Anyways, I became godfather of my nephew. (By that time, three extra family members joined the family) It was interesting. Funny thing is that my godchild is afraid of me and their other kid (from my sis and her girlfriend) adores me.
Anyways, a brilliant ducth/english teacher and the group "lordi" influenced my way of thinking. Sounds wrong doesn't it? 
The two influential factors in my life are HC and my brother, now. He popped back into our lives. He's aggressive, judgemental, moneydrain in a family with a single parent, jobless, addicted and has cancer. Everything was always so easy, when you could avoid a problem by just running away or locking it out(now, you can't). I'm very gloomy now... My studies are going backwards for some reason as well.
*sigh* sorry for the amount of gloom prayed over that last part...
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Couldn't control myself
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I'll try! I don't remember a lot from my youth. i've always had a terrible mind (holes in it). Back to my first childhood memory. It isn't a great influence, but a small, funny one. When I was about 6, I was in the last of kindergarten (as do most people hardie har har) and every afternoon we went to fetch a drink in the kitchen area. Coco milk or sumthing. So all those crazy kids start running towards the kitchen, unlike me who has always been quite calm. So one of those impatient buggers push me out of their way, I slip, glide and my forehead slams into one of those old, narrow-edged heating systems. (result, a scar, literally a hole in my head)
Ouch, that must've hurt!
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Anyways, I didn't get influenced by the people of my age, back then, because I simply was interested in different things. We had one of those old super nintendos at home and I enjoyed playing them. (First time I came in touch with english.) There were kids in my neighbourhood and I played with them, sure. I was no social reject, but, off course I always had and suppose I always will have different interests than the average Joe Normal. Anyways, I was forced to read fast and learned a few words of english by watching my good parent, mr. Television which only had good shows in english the elitist bastard. "Pokémon" also taught me english.
Lol. To me it was Baldur's Gate 1 and Age of Empires 1 that taught me English - my father had the monopoly on H2 .
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Anyways, around that time, my father died. He was very sick and I avoided him, since my frail lungs aren't equipped to handle the smoke that killed my dad. My brother was an occasional passerby, whom noone told me anything about. My sister had a lesbian relationship, which made me very tolerant towards gay people. I went to a catholic school, which made me agnostic. I disliked a firm upbringing and started to think that the tolerant culture of The Netherlands was actually like me, but I recently found out that I a a "moraalridder". Lex can help me find a fitting translation
Sad to lose a parent ,especially at that age. But Smoke? Like Smoke in cigarettes? And a moraalridder is a "Zealot of Morals".
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Anyways, I went to secundary school to study latin. It was fun (except that one teacher was just plain horrible). I also found a small dagger in my back, since my comrades from primary school had betrayed and found it funny to call me names. After a month or three, I realised that this sucked and ignored them. I again had few friends, but one is always better than none. Later on, I gained another one who was also more like me. Funny thing is, that I punched him first time we met.
He was polish and I came (slightly) in contact with that culture, again, making me tolerant towards it, because I used to be really intolerant towards the unknown (cultures ideas, whatever). Anyways, second year in secondary school brought me something good things. First of all, I got interested in music. Second, all the suckers who I disliked had to drop out. Third, Gained another true friend.
More luck that I had. *sigh* But still not an easy situation.
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Anyways, a brilliant ducth/english teacher and the group "lordi" influenced my way of thinking. Sounds wrong doesn't it?
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The two influential factors in my life are HC and my brother, now. He popped back into our lives. He's aggressive, judgemental, moneydrain in a family with a single parent, jobless, addicted and has cancer. Everything was always so easy, when you could avoid a problem by just running away or locking it out(now, you can't). I'm very gloomy now... My studies are going backwards for some reason as well.
I feel sorry for you, but my sorryness doesn't improve your situation, does it? Believe in the future, it will get better someday.
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*sigh* sorry for the amount of gloom prayed over that last part...
<*shakes head*> I think it's normal to feel like that.
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