PLN at KIS

I arrived in Korea about four months ago, actually four months minus five days because I took off during Valentine’s Day. During these four months, I was sort of depressed because I didn’t have many friends in Korea, apart from my elementary school friends, who were busy because Korean Public High School is a living hell.

In Moscow, believe it or not, I heard compliments from my English and Social Studies teachers that my writing was really good. I didn’t, and still don’t believe it, but I am proud, if not too proud to say that I also got twenty-nine out of thirty for my TOEFL exam, which I grudgingly took in Moscow.  As a writer, I found out that in whatever field I work and study in, there will be tons of people, more people than I expect that are better than I am, such as writing. I may sound very proud in this, but I’m not. I’m like a frog in a well, as a Korean maxim says. I can only see the sky above me which is created by the opening of the well, but I cannot see the whole world.

I’m the sort of person who thinks a lot when I sit in front of my desk to study. There are two reasons for this. One, I hate studying, especially when my mom finally screams at me to study after hours of watching my state of eating watching the TV. Two, I like thinking. I constantly think about things around me and far away from me, I won’t specify. I think that’s a good thing, except I can’t think properly when other people tell me to think. As thinker, I found out that I am capable of thinking, but sometimes being a helpless airhead when I don’t. I consider myself funny on these measures. Once in Moscow, I was running to go the cafeteria through the door, and unfortunately, I wasn’t exactly thinking about what I was doing, blinded by my hunger. As a result I bashed into the door because I didn’t open it. I guess it was pretty hilarious to watch a random person  running and bashing into a door. My friends made fun of me for a good month about that.

I’m not very productive. I know that. Even though I try hard, what my brain lacks is not my fault, it is my mother’s. As a producer, I realized that this is the part I need to work on. Trying is good, but it also needs to have an effect on my performance. What I’m saying is that I should do better than what I did in English Seminar.

I didn’t understand the word social being/networker at first, but now I guess I do. I wrote things in my blog, and I got only one comment from an international movie blog. I tries comment back, but it didn’t work, so I gave up. I am an active networker, I can’t live without a computer for a day, because I watch Korean cartoons, and chat. I found at that as a social being/networker, I suck. I don’t talk to people I don’t know, and I don’t expect them to talk to me. I need to improve to talk more freely towards unknown people.

Me as a problem solver? That’s funny. I can’t even solve my own problems, as shown by my lack of ability to arrange a time to shoot the video. That is why I never thought of becoming a counselor. I need to think more to improve my problem solving skills, not just for math, but more importantly, for the outside world.

I have babbled enough, and I think I should end with a word of thanks to Mr. Burell.  Thank you for bearing with my weird accent, clumsiness, and lack of sharpness. I know it would have been hard. Once again, thank you.

I’ve grown and learned alot as a writer in this class. Or, I should say that I forced myself to change. I’ve been told a lot by Mr. Burell that my writing has no voice in it. He said it was only schooly and that I don’t add my voice in it. He is true, my writing style is schooly, and this was how i was taught. I think that my writings are like a black and white TV show. It’s like a show or writing piece without color. Now I’ve learned more about using similies, metaphor, and other adjectives and adverbs that make my writing better. Because, I’ve been only using words and vocabularies that expressed my thoughts too directly.
Now, that I have some ideas about writing with voice and color, I had to learn to find an idea or topic to write about. It took me a really long time to just think about a topic and write about it. This led me to write really random posts about anything I thought was good fora blog. But, it was like searching for soap that fell in a bathtub. I had hard time trying to come up with an idea that would actually be good for my blog. Even when I get idea, as I write the idea would just slip away like a soap.

I don’t think that I’ve grown a lot as a producer, because all the blogs I wrote I only posted them up on our class blog. I didn’t do anything special. Only thing that was different from what I normally do was the interview I did about restaurant design.

As a social, networker I don’t think that I changed a lot. I had chances to interact with people outside my country by using twitter and skipe, but I did not much use these. I didn’t have much interist in talking and interacting with people who I don’t even know. I could get help in some projects or assignment from the, but I think that there are other ways I could get help. I still have my way of interacting with people online, but I think that I just don’t seem to use online tools as much.

As a problem solver, I grew a lot. I learned a lot of new technological things. I did improve as a bloger and in using computer. I learned a lot of convinient thinkgs about using internet and solving technological difficulties. I firstly learned how to use firefox, and a lot of other tabs. I learned that interisting and unique topics would bring in a lot of viewers from all around the world.

Over all, I think that this class really helped me as a learner and writer. It drifted me away from the schooly thinkings and got me to think as an individual. I learned to use my thoughts and ideas as something I could publicly show.

The greatest success in life is failure. The sentence is a paradox in itself but it’s also true. Take America’s Pastime, baseball, as an example. Just the other day Johnny Damon of the New York Yankees had a perfect 6 for 6 day, which means he had six hits in six appearances, a rare feat only accomplished by 64 other players. Perfect games (when a pitcher allows no baserunner to reach base during the whole game) are even a greater rarity having been pitched only 17 times in one day. Perfect days are celebrated all throughout baseball, the sad thing is it’s only for a day. For a day a select few get to rise from the ashes of mediocrity and get a taste of what it’s like to be immortal. Careers are an even greater example of failure. Ty Cobb, who was notorious of being one the most racist and vicious men ever to step on to a baseball field had a career batting average of .367. For those of you who don’t follow that means his total hits over his career plate appearances. .367. It’s a number set to be a standard for all baseball players but instead of saying Ty Cobb succeeded half the time why can’t we say that he had a .633 chance of failing to get a hit. That’s because we as humans are afraid of failures. We come to dread the feeling of defeat, knowing you couldn’t succeed in goals you set for yourself. Failing, in a sense, is the new ‘F-word’. But in reality if we choose to wake up, and only if, we will begin to realize through failure comes greater success.

The term failure has always been a associated as a dirty, filthy, god-forsaken, foul, and sometimes, a murderous word. The Oxford Dictionary defines failure as this:

” Lack of success“

That is complete and utter bullcrap. Failing is not a lack of success, as those brainiacs from Oxford say it to be, it is the road to success. The greatest success stories in life are built straight-up from failures. That’s what I learned from this class. To be truly successful we have to learn from our failures. That’s what differentiates the success stories from the so called failed ones. So what is my definition of a failure? For me, a failure is somebody who failed yes, but somebody who failed and didn’t learn from it - they merely sat there scratching their heads wondering what went haywire. Looking back on my past blog posts (which I exported all to my normal one The Sushi Bar) I succeed as a writer because I learned. I learned sentence patterns, beautification, and the little things that held me back from fully achieving my potential. Here’s a snippet from what I wrote on my first blog post: Comedy and the Web.

“Boredom always seems to get the best of everyone, even when they’re on the web - it’s an inevitable feeling in life. To somehow get rid of such boredom, one usually goes to youtube (if you haven’t heard of it get informed!!!). There’s basically everything on youtube, funny videos, useless videos, and even the occasional weird videos. To be famous on youtube is another story. To stand out between the millions of videos that are uploaded each day is a task easier said than done. Guess what? I’m gonna be one of them.

I’ve always loved comedy - the amount of jokes that can me made and done has always fascinated me.“

The first thing that popped into my head when I read this was “I wrote that piece of crap?!“. The sad reality is I did and the happy reality is I improved. Based on first impressions, the writing absolutely sucks, sucks like a baby licking on one of those big-assed lollipops. The second impression (actually my first) was that the title is lame, really lame. And that it sounds something like a tailor-made Disney movie. But I looked at this writing and I felt good. It shouldn’t have been the sensation I should have been having but I was genuinely happy I got this far as a writer in a span of five months. This class taught me writing is not a tool for getting ‘A’s’ its a skill to be used for everyday life - it’s an art. I walked into this class having writing as a mere footnote of my abilities and I walk out knowing I know wield a more defined sense of purpose with my keyboard.

I like to think of myself not just as a thinker, but a critical thinker. I have always thought this and I walked into this class with that status as well. Mr. Burell put more things in my head. He had me question the school system and the true meaning of learning. In school I memorized. In this class I learned. The thing that differs from this class is that everyone is pursuing a different topic and it makes us think what we want, not the school. It’s like the book 1984 by George Orwell, people were brainwashed into thinking the same thing. School is the power, we are the servants, this class is our outlet. I began to think about myself as a person and now know I truly appreciate what this class has done for me, perhaps later I could appreciate it more.

Now I made four videos in five months. That’s not a lot considering how much me and Mr. Burell expected out of myself. I was suppose to be this class’s star turned out to be the biggest fluke. It’s a sad reality I’ve come to accept. But, I like to say I gained more than I learned. For this whole class I seemed to be indulged in the unique experience of doing what I wanted I seemed not able to handle that luxury. I wanted my videos to be perfect, stressing quality over quantity, Mr. Burell wanted quantity saying that we learn from our mistakes. As usual he was right. I started to be more causing penning scripts and improvising myself on camera, some worked and some didn’t - but the ones that did made it on the web. It taught me more about failure. Don’t afraid of failure as long as you are willing to learn from them. Which got me thinking, the most successful people in life are those with experience. How do you get that. By failing. So my message to the WWW is this LEARN TO FAIL AND FAIL TO LEARN.

Unlike every other person in this free world I don’t do facebook (not yet anyway). I had no idea of what Twitter was and did. The only thing that me remotely close to ‘networking’ was the comments I left under videos on YouTube. Like I said I’m a clueless person. The reason for that was partly because I was afraid. Afraid of interacting with strangers. Afraid of saying dumb things. Afraid. But this class turned me from afraid to brave. I read people’s blogs, I post some stuff on Twitter, and I leave comments on every webpage I come across. I learned from this class that the only reason I was afraid was because I wasn’t interacting with the right people. I learned that by actually conversing with people who share a common interest we are able to do so much more. The web is not a gathering of people with corrupted interests but rather a community of living, breathing, moving people who genuinely care for people across the globe. I’m grateful I learned that.

I think my greatest problem is not being able to solve problems. It’s not just me it’s everybody. No one in this world is a perfect problem solver, we are problem causers (take the President for example). But, the only when we admit defeat, only when we are able to acknowledge that we were wrong and they were right are we able to be true problem solvers. To be problem solver we have to think critically, be smart, and learn to accept failure. It’s no coincidence that these are the exact same qualities we learned in English Seminar. This class taught us, not in the conventional manner, but in things we will actually need for life and I am grateful I leanrned the things I did.

Lastly I would just like to thank Mr. Burell for actually teaching us over the semester. I have truly evolved from a 20th century boy into a 21st century one. I also would like maybe periodically contribute to the Students 2.0 blog. Let me know and I hope we will keep in touch.

Photo Credit: Left Blue In Black and White, churl, kevan_cooke, Stabilo Boss

During the last two days, I got about seven mosquito bites. I live with my mother and grandmother, but I’m the only one that got bitten by mosquitos. My mother and grandmother are clean. I developed a hatred for mosquitos, so the more those obnoxious love to bite my skin, the more I hate them. I figured out that there were at least three mosquitos that tortured me. I caught two, my mother caught one.

When I lived in Russia, our family went to Estonia by car on a holiday. While I was sleeping, a mosquito bit me, resulting in a huge fist-like swell. It was disgusting, and the scar lasted for about one and a half years. This is one of my reasons for hating mosquitos so.

Yesterday night, I was trying to sleep. As I laid on my side, and was about to roll off the bed, I heard a familiar, yet very unpleasant sound. A freaking mosquito was near me! As an instinct (which I am now quite proud of) I stood up ran to the kitchen, and got the chemical substance to kill mosquitos and sprayed it aggressively around the room, since I am paranoid about mosquitos and those critters biting into my skin and leaving scars there. About twenty minutes later, I looked around the room for the unwanted mosquito, which I assumed would be dead. After five minutes later, I just fell asleep. That stinking mosquito took my blood, and thirty minutes of my sleep.

What I assumed was wrong. The next morning, while I changing, I heard the low buzzing sound again. Annoyed, I looked down, and saw the mosquito struggling in the ground. I was darn scared. How the heck did it survive the night in a room full of mosquito medicine?! I became scared, and punched the mosquito. There was no need for that, but I was quite frightened.

This post has nothing to do with crime, or films, unless one counts the crime when the mosquito took away my blood. This post was a purpose for warning dear readers to be careful of mosquitos. I hope other people don’t get bitten like me.

Whether it was something like hunting birds, or even board games at home, I’m sure anyone - the teenagers or elders - have come across some form of games in their lives. Nowadays, with all the technology developing at such a fast pace, we are now at the age of ‘consoles’ which refers to a mechanical device that’s designed to play games. Just like how James, the angry video game nerd always insists, game consoles have become a major part of our entertainment.

Strikingly similar to the last episode of the Star Wars Saga, the shift of power in the world of game consoles had been extreme over the past 10 years. If you were a person who is in college right now, I bet you are just startled to see these new Playstations and Xbox in kids’ hands nowadays, because you grew up with something like Atari.

Atari wasn’t bad at all, but it is just time that made it ‘old’. Consoles came out, and faded away behind time, and here is the grand history of the consoles.

<The ‘Golden Age’ of Video Games>

Atari 2600.

Introduced in the late 1970’s, Atari was an absolute ‘revolution’. This hardware was one of the first of the 8bit video game consoles. Many gaming industries devoted their money to make their games popular for this hardware, just because Atari 2600’s popularity was just rocketing through the sky.

Another reason why Atari is called the ‘legend’ is because of the harsh competition on software market. The harsh competition implanted enthusiasm to the game developers, thus giving birth to one of the finest creations. A couple of examples of the finest classics are ‘pac-man’, and ‘the space invaders’. I bet you know what I’m talking about.

You might be unaware of this hardware because of all those shiny consoles like Xbox and Playstation that are out nowadays.But you have to bear in mind that if these two generations of consoles’ popularity was compared, Atari will easily overwhelm the new generation consoles. This explains that even the most stubborn, hardworking adults will have the memory of the time when they were boys in front of the Atari. Technology can never beat memories.

Gameboy

The first impression I get from seeing this console is ‘good memories’. I’m only 15 right now, but I have a memory of this game console from Nintendo, and I have to admit that it was great. When it was released first, Gameboy was easily compared to other Atari and Sega consoles, and sadly, it was true that this particular console lacked in graphics, speed, and controls. But guess what? It was portable. It was cheap. Its software’s variety didn’t seem to end. It’s commercials grabbed children’s attention and never let go.

The first magic of Nintendo was casted here, and Gameboy is now known as one of the “most-sold” console of all time.

<32 bit console takes over>

The “Almighty” Playstation
When Sony declared its entrance to the grand competition of the growing game console market, no one seemed to believe in Sony’s intentions. Nintendo and Sega was dominating in such a dramatic way, it seemed as if Sony was trying to break a gigantic rock with an egg.

Well, Sony turned out to be the guru in time. Utilizing their full 3D technology, the graphics were enough to get the avid gamers’ attentions.

Also, the other teeming investors hopped into business with the Playstation, and Playstation managed to have the most software (or games) a console have ever had. Such variety had to be appealing to anyone who was looking for a nice game console.

Yet again, peoples’ suspicion didn’t fade, and even developed into something nasty. Simply, the attention died after such a dramatic shake of the new upcoming generation. People thought that this particular console is and will be a classic. No one expected anything from Sony anymore, without knowing (of course) that this console was only a pathway to the real bomb: the Playstation 2

The Sega Saturn

Sega’s Saturn was out before the Playstation did, so one of its motifs were ‘targeting the 3D gamers’. It had numerous games such as ‘the legend of the dragon’. However, since Playstation came out without any warning, Sega’s Saturn had received a smack in the head.

Saturn was in shock , but the creators of Sega had saved their beloved console with their brains. They quickly abandoned 3D systems, and immediately headed to the developments of the 2D processors. Because of this immediate reaction, there was no console whatsoever to compete Saturn in 2D games.

Also, the idea of “home-arcade system” was a great shift as well. People who wanted to play their favorite classics from arcades had their dream come true by this console. Because of this, despite the relatively high price of Saturn, many gamers sacrificed their money for this goody.

<64 bits. The whacky period of gaming history>

Nintendo 64
In 1994, Playstation was ruling the entire group of gamers. The 3D appeal was simply too good, and created level of fans in the population of the world. Nintendo’s “super Nintendo” and “gameboy” fell behind literally like a wet paper-boat in the sewers.

2 years later, when gamers were no longer interested in new consoles, Nintendo threw out their newest game console to compete Sony called the Nintendo 64.

It was quite an unusual creation, because none of the consoles at that time, even nowadays, don’t have a console adapted to 64 bit graphics environment. It was just “off” for the use of games.

64 bit could generate 3D graphics smoothly, but it couldn’t blend the special effects into the 3D graphics generation. Because of such handicaps, Nintendo full utilized the use of their mascot, Mario, which was a complete, flat, 2D character from birth. Super Mario 64 was a grand hit, and caught massive crowd’s attention by saying that Mario has “sprang to life”, indicating that it had 3D characteristics.

Sadly, off things couldn’t become normal. PS’s 3D engine still had more potential, and managed to keep the growth of Nintendo 64 down. Nintendo was always the “number 2” in the gaming world.

<The Halt>
All of a sudden, the console wars came to a halt, not really developing at all from the point of Nintendo 64’s failure. Sega had tried to create a 128 bit console, which later one turned out to be a complete pile of junk.

While the game industries were thinking their brains off, the people were waiting their behinds off, searching for something new.

Such thirst had burst and brought a whole new generation of game consoles (and of course, and the war of consoles continued) later on, creating marvelous gadgets just like PS2, and the Xbox.

Compared to the multi-billion polygon generating consoles like Xbox, the “bit” consoles look like mere lump of plastics.

But don’t you think that the old ones are more friendly to you than the ones you have now?

I won’t emphasize, or deceive anyone with my opinions on this topic. Just bear in mind that those old history existed in the gaming world, and that the history made it possible for us to look forward, and see how the gaming industries revolutionize themselves.

Photo Credits to Ian D, acbo, afrokid, farnea, sameli, Almighty_fotografie, muttoo, stefan, Trojan-Dan, corbomight, and Rakka, all from Flickr.

I have other topics that I am interested in other than crime and film-making. Mr. Burell think that I am not interested in crime and film-making anymore, but that is not true. I am interested, except I have other topics that I am interested in other than crime and film-making. AND NO, THERE ARE NO DEAD BABIES MR.BURELL (EWWW).

This topic is about fashion. I plan to become a fashion designer if I fail to be movie director. This is the first time I’m writing about this darn topic, and I want to make it good. At least, better than my previous posts. Mr. Burell wanted me to use Alltop, but Korean sites are faster at updating information on fashion than European or American websites.

For this summer, candy color (bright pink/purple) and acid color (lemon, yellow, orange) are in, along with metallic accessories. Themes that are in are minimalism (simple white, black gray with ruffles, along with pastel colors), and neutral look (one can match any color with neutral colors). Popular items will be flower printed one-pieces, H-line one-pieces, and short one-pieces. Other than one-pieces, there will be cotton skinny pants with basket shirts, good-style shirts, frill ribbon.

This is a simple post, because I need to concentrate on making the movie, except I’m not sure about it because the students told me that they have a final project. Once again, there are no dead babies.

It is 2:00 in the morning when I checked the clock. My eyes were so tired it felt like my eye brows were hanging just on by the skin. My eyes ached and it felt so sore. I’ve been spending two nights straight, playing a Clan match for my CS: Counter Strike game clan. The empty cans surround my computer or beers I’ve drank over the two nights. I dare not miss this match, and I don’t want to. It is like part of my life, and I cant stop CSing.

CS is a shooting game where you just walk around killing your enemy. The players would be divided into two teams, a terrorist side and a police side. The objective of the game is to either kill all enemies or if you are the police defuse the bomb planted by the terrorists.
I find this game very addicting and I now feel like this is a part of my life. It feels like my only role in my life is to demolish all enemy and defuse all bombs. Just having the right and privilege to shot and kill the people who go against me is just fascinating. In the real society such thing would not be possible. But to me this world of mine is the reality. I find the world very boring and too mundane, this is why I spend most of my time locked in my room drinking and CSing. This is the only time when I could feel true interaction with others and feel the sensation of joy.
So for two nights I played CS clan match, with other people I have never met, but the ones who I call clan members. We would connect headphones to our computers to chat with mikes instead of typing. It would be much easier and faster to communicate. Using headphones gave us better chance to react faster to what your clan people told you. It is as if we really are in a CIA battle. All we do is just shoot the other teams and defuse bombs. This now truly was my life, and I could only feel like myself when I am CSing.
I would drink while playing CS to increase the happiness and mood of the time. I makes me feel as if I was a special force sent to a battle field. Drinking while CSing gets me to focus more to the game. Give me a better feeling of excitement and joy for what I am doing. It is like a drug soldiers would take that makes them dehumanize their enemies.
Although I enjoy CSing, I know that just sitting on the chair and playing two nights straight would have a negative effect, but I cannot help it, it is the only way I enjoy life and this is the way I chose. CSing is like water to me if I would be a plant. And beer would be like sunlight that would color up my mood.
Losing continuously and getting killed gets me pissed, so I tend to bang my mouse a lot. Drinking instead of forcing my anger all unto my mouse would soothe my anger. It would be very inconvenient if my mouse were to break because then I would not be able to CS. It would feel like I’ve forgot to take my pill.
My clan’s been losing a lot lately. So I tend to work on boosting up my clan’s score more. I haven’t washed for five nights and I my hair feel as if they’re soaked with clay. But I cannot help it. I must not get out of my chair. I have a pile of tissues piled up over to my right, it is all the trash I’ve made to blow my nose and clean my face. I can see a big white pile. I can feel my filthy body every time I move, but I don’t mind for there is no one who would see me like this

Me and my devilish bear friendship started with a perverted expression, “Yo Babe”. Currently, I’m a senior at this miserable school called Korea International School. For approximately four years, I have spent my time learning what ‘ABC’ actually was and that’s about it. But I have realized the real ‘thing’ I learned over the past several years; True friendship. I attended KIS when I was in my freshmen year. Because I partied too much and rarely studied in the US, I had to come to Korea and had to see my parent’s b o r i n g face again. The day when I first came to KIS was really awkward. There was no one next to me and everyone was definitely tall and scary-looking. Except this guy, Alex Rhim.

My homeroom class had only 4 guys and the rest of the classmates were all girls. How wonderful, but sad. It was my first day of high school and I couldn’t just go up to this random girl and start babbling. I had to talk with a guy and make him as my friend first in order to be cool enough to talk to anyone else. So, I set my mind. I walked over to the guys and stood there, blinking. Nothing much to do, but just to blink my eyes and listen. I tried my best to start a new conversation about my self, but just couldn’t because of this game called “WOW”. Wow, I was amazed that they were really into it, naming all these creatures that I almost thought of some Thai food. What a great start…

The time came, where I had to be miserable and sit in the bathroom for over 30 minutes; Lunch time. Holding my tray, I was looking for a possible seat to sit until this guy, Kang called me up. He told me to sit on his table since there was one left. Seriously, I was delighted and had to sit with a big smile. But the problem came when Kang asked me a question. “So. Your name is Kevin right? What do you think about our school?” I tried to be kewl and all pimped out, telling him “It sucks! What kind of school is this!?” Of course, what was I thinking… My stupidity lead to a silence where I had to eat without knowing names of others. I knew I just screwed up my freshmen year and therefore no need of going to this school. ‘Am I going to be isolated from the others?’ was the question that kept popping in my head.

Attending school with sadness, one day Kang started to talk to me about this paper in Creative Writing class. We started off by talking about some grammar crap and ended by saying a comment “Yo babe”. That time, Alex, who I always thought he is a genuine girl, was saying, “Yo mama”, trying to let us laugh. For me, instead of a laugh, pretty words came out, which were ‘what a female dog’, ’some jackbutt’ And then I made a smirk, thinking ‘Alex=Loser’. Well, the funny thing was he thought that I was smirking because of his joke on some mom… Naive little bastard. Enough about him.

So from that point, Kang and I enjoyed making up jokes and smiles lead to a true friendship. Not only during school days, but we also met during the weekends and had fun playing pool and poker. Girls… Well Kang had all the girls on his side and there was no chance for me to hang out with them like Kang. For me, it didn’t matter that much because the one that I needed was always next to me. However, at the middle of our senior year, things went gross. Leading us to think and act lead to us to the cliffs. Chaos.

To be continued…

I suppose I’m one of the people who get distracted a lot. Just by any simple and silly things that happens around me. So I tend to daydream or think about something else a lot. Games and comics mostly interest me, the ones that have rich and complex idea. I would mostly think about games I play, or stories I read when I have nothing to do.

From my friends, I’ve heard about a game called “Kingdom Hearts”. It is a Sony PlayStation 2 game that is very famous around the world. The reason for its fame is because of the games theme, and story. But that’s not all, because the game uses Disney character as game character. This is one reason why this game is very famous and unique. Using the classic and original Disney character would surely make the game entertaining and interesting. The fact that Mickey Mouse and Ronald Duck coming out in a action game is very interesting and uncommon. So many people would be attracted to this new idea.
Ideas that the others would mostly like and have interest is very simple and obvious these days. The social trend has just now broken down into, sports, fashion-style, and games and entertainment. Writings, blogs about these three categories would mostly drag people’s attentions.
Other ways of getting audience is going beyond the popular style, sports, entertainment category and make one of those really unique. To have or come up with a very creative and interesting idea, or story would bring in people that would be fascinated, interested, or influenced by the new idea of writing.