Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Confronting People

Dont you just hate those annoying people who talk constantly in lectures? Or the people who push into lines? Or the people who talk on mobiles in elevators really loudly?

All these situations happen and are now acceptable for too many people. Why? Because the post-modern western social structure we all live in thinks that being rude is being great.

I want to dispell this myth.

I'm not talking about rude as in chewing with your mouth open or wearing flip-flops in a suit. But rude in the sense of lacking grace and lacking civility.

I'm gonna teach everyone how to counter these "great" social hacks who have no idea on the interaction between humans. I am a firm believer in being polite, chilvaric and a defender of the common good...using whatever means neccessary.

Of course, i take no liability for results.

Lets get started...

For arguments sake, we shall use the devil-worshipping queue jumper as the instigator of your drive to confront them on their rudeness...

You've been waiting in line for 20 mins, your freezing cold and out of the blue a devil-worshipping queue jumping hack has seen her friends who lined up and promptly, slides into the line. She glances fleetingly over her shoulder at you...
Lessons 1.0

Lesson 1.1: Giving the First Chance
...and you look at them deadset in the eye.
Make sure you maintain eye contact and then look away before she can. The contact should be no more then an eternal second or so but it needs to be done.

This is their first chance. They know you are not happy. Nobody these days has the spine to look at a stranger dead in the eye. So you have shown you have a spine and only by your grace have you let it slide.
The devil worshipper shrugs you off and then sees her friends. She calls out to her cultist friends and gets them to join into the line too! She glances over her shoulder at you again...
Lesson 1.2: Giving the Second Chance
...and you look at them deadset in the eye again not breaking the glance until she pulls away.
Now they know your very unhappy. They have just used their second chance. Nobody these days has the spine to maintain eye contact. Don't be afraid if they: "what your problem?" in which case politley smile and remain silent.
She flicks her eyes at you one last time and then returns back to chat avidly with her cultist friends about the latest cannibalistic feast. She see's more members of her cult and calls them into the line too, giving you one defying look over the shoulder...
Lesson 1.3: The Last Chance
...and you respond with a very polite: "Excuse me, do you mind?" with dead eye contact to her alone.
Do not break eye contact until she responds.

This simple question amazes me how much people will back down. The clinical politeness hints at a darker edge in your voice. The question askes for no reply but because it is expressed so politely, some people fall into the trap of responding.

But more then likely; people will break eye contact, mumble an apology and the new friends will line up. Don't worry about her other hack friends. They won't say a thing. Spineless leaches.

Good work, you made the world a better place by confronting her.

Lessons 2.0
However, she looks back at you and says: "No I don't mind" and snubs you by turning her back and hoping that you will leave it for dead. She thinks that being even ruder, you will lose sight of your cause....
Lesson 2.1: Your Response
...in which case you say more firmly: "Excuse me, I said do you mind?"
People will now look on. As much as we all avoid confrontation there is no doubt that humans love to watch it. Now with the crowd of onlookers she realises she is in the wrong. And panic begins to creep into her.

It is important to note that you say it loudly and firmly. Do not be shrill and rude. Be calm, clear, cold and collected. It is extremely intimidating.

It could end here...

Unlikely though which means your gonna have to be rude as well.
There is an awkward silence as the growing crowd of onlookers watch on in anticpation for her reply. They can sense a scathing attack from somewhere. But where? She is about to speak but...
Lesson 2.2: No mercy
...you interrupt her with a loud, "Why don't you just line up like everyone else? You think you have a licence to be inconsiderate and rude? Dont you have any manners?"
Everybody will be shocked you said something like that. Especially the devil worshipper.

Trust me.

Its very very daunting when a complete stranger rapid fires you with questions which attacks your very personality and image of yourself. This STRANGER is calling you rude. What right do they have? But it also means they see you for what the world sees you.

It's very embarassing for her as well, because she's been put on the spot so much so suddenly and the pressure is on for a witty response. Attempting a snub is no longer possible on her behalf.

Most cases, she will looked shocked and meekly turn around and her whole group will be quiet while they all look at you over their shoulders and realise how rude they are.

You might not have moved them to the back of the line but you have publicly humiliated her. You didn't beat them. You grinded them into the dust.

If not, don't be afraid to dish out some smackdown so that she knows her role.

Normally for me, i never get to this stage (2.2). Somebody always stops me from shaming them and grinding their social grace into dust. In which case I must sit back after the "Do you mind?"
The entire line has eyes on you as you enter whatever you were lining up for. Amazed that you were so willing to confront the queue jumping hack. They all secretly applaud your courage to restore some semblance of social politeness and regretting that they did not speak up as well.

The world is a better place now
Closure

It's all over but since Perth is so small, there is a chance you might bump into them again.

If you should ever see this person again. Regardless of where and in what situation, you must ignore them now. They no longer exist. If they come up and ask you about it. Feign amnesia and say: "I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you are talking about" and smile politely for their response of: "Oh...it must of been someone else"

The clinical politeness and hint of a darker edge will remind them it was most definetly you. And it will cut even deeper that they are forgotten. Nobody likes to be forgotten and nobody deserves to be remembered if they are impolite and continuosly rude.

This was a very important post so I hope you read it all and learnt from it.

A-la-la-la-n

Monday, March 26, 2007

Corporate hacks with strong backs

The title rhymes ^_^

Anyways, I decided to go and see what happens to life after school and university by being dragged to the CPA and CA Graduates information session with the ever wonderful Shirley. This entry is gonna a bit of rant about hacks.

After a combined total of about five hours, I swear to god I brought back enough stuff to start my own show bag stall.

[Junk? Not at all...freeeeee-bies!]

You can see pens, a pair of flip-flops, enviro bags, a cd-case holder, plastic cover sheets, absailing hooks, keyrings, excessive amounts of business cards, bottle openers, corporate brochures for bedtime reading, more enviro bags, folders, Shirleys resume...heaps of "useful" stuff. Really. Especially Shirls resume... XD

It also brought to attention a huge grief i have with the corporate world.

I have no qualms with corporations causing minor rebellions in eastern Europe by preying on arbitrage profits in the ForEx or HSBC having more employees and political power then Iceland (not to mention HSBC annual net income was $15bn to Icelands GDP of $10.5bn), who cares about that stuff right?!

What I care about is the fact that in the five hours of having to be a hack and wearing a suit, my back was about to collapse from puffing out my chest so much and making sure i looked like a power-hungry-straight-backed-corporate-mongrel aka a hack.

Not allowed to slouch at all!!

How do all you hacks do it?!?!

I'm not whining, but my back is pretty darn strong as a result of ALOT of lion dancing. ALOT. And 5 hours totally and absolutely broke me to bits. If anybody slouches in a suit then the suit just hangs off and you look worse then that guy who wore shorts and flip-flops. Stupid suits, why can't everyone just wear shorts and singlets to work?

When I start up Chung Global Financial Corporation (CGFC), I'm gonna make it company policy to wear shorts and singlets.

It doesn't end with my collapsing back...alot of effort was spent charming all those HR/partner hacks who really should just give me the brochure and let me do the talking.

I ask questions. They answer. Easy.

Hacks!

A-la-la-la-n

Thursday, March 22, 2007

A year ago...

So how fast does a year go?

It was only year ago I gave birth to this blog.

Hmmmz...

That didn't sound right. At all.

Anyways, I use to blog almost everyday, with huge epics and who remember my King of the Universe syndrome? What ever happened to that? Relatively humbler now.

I was looking at some of my first entries and I'm surprised how many memories have stirred up. In that first month of being on blogspot I adopted these kids...

[Clean and the first of many more. How i loved you at first]

I loved them heaps at the beginning. They soon grew up, and because of my poor parenting and a slight dosage of thrashing them alot, they became these spawns of the devil:

[I colored them in one boring/hungover sunday. Gives em flair i say.]

[Nissa decided to draw on them. If you zoom in you might be able to read the writing. Gives em storytelling ability I say]

[It seems that ALL my shoes eventually get that huge hole...WHY?!?!?! Gives em character I say]

[Hmmmz...who said history doesn't repeat itself?]

I remember saying about the Rivers:

"Shoes felt terrific today, fit so well. I can already sense the strong spiritual bond. Amazing feeling really."

Well, unlike my legendary AirWalks that gave me three dutiful years of service, these delinquents only managed 9 months. Pathetic. How i detest them now because of their poor longevity.

Never buying a pair of Rivers again. Ever. Might go look next week. ^_^

And also a year ago I dind't have a pair of Tiger Onitsukas which i just got the other day from HAL's.

[Shhh...my mum still doesn't know]

My shoes are actually not exactly like that. Mine are the Mexico 66 model with red as the main tiger stripes and blue as the secondary. And my soles are also blue. And so comfy. I would recommend everyone eventually get a pair of Onitsukas at some stage in life. Even Justin was admiring them and even asked about my Nike SB's.

DAMN IT!! I strayed from the topic at hand! Shoes! Shoes! Shoes! AGAIN!

So in all "seriousness", the shoes do illustrate a point. Thats "seriousness" as i say it now as a TWENTY year old. (Which on a side note i must say a HUGE thankyou for all the hugs, drinks and smiles. The presents were nice too)

I keep digressing: "So what was the point?" is what your all saying right?

*A year passes too fast. I'm stunned at how much the shoes have changed in a year. But they didn't go overseas...could i be wrong about my theory?

In other news I had a really poor week since my birthday

1. Apple and Dell stocks didnt' fall like i had hoped. I short-sold these and had to short-cover about $1700. What was I thinking!??! EVERYBODY buys an iPod sooner or late. And Dell. God. Stupid. Investment. Choice. And short-selling when the market is bull!?!? $1700 virtual money

2. Paid $10.50 to park in the Convention Centre for wait for it...TWO hours. Thats ridiculous. I can see why the Convention Centre and City of Perth had that huge argument over it now.

3. James won the limited edition dragon shirt from Malaysia via a black or white tournament. I probably wouldn't say it if i had won, but that shirt is huge and garlish and not very easy on the eyes. Bitter.

4. Got whalloped in badminton by Nissa. "DON'T TOUCH IT!!" is the quote we must all remember when passing me the shuttlecock.

5. No time to read other peoples blog. Not even been able to blog myself. Need to manage time better. I'm a good manager! Hehehe

A-la-la-la-n

*NOTE: Obviously a metaphor. My theory is that change happens overseas. Any change. Its a well documented fact. You know who you are.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Quarter Life Crisis

I've been thinking...

Where is my vast empire?!?!?

Where is the queen(s) to my vast empire?!?

Where are my twelve heirs to my empire?!?!

Where is my Nobel Prize for Literature?!?!

Why has their not been a 6-part Autobiography series been written about me yet?!?!

Where are the statues built in my honor?!?

Why is my name not written big enough into the moon for the world to gaze adoringly at nightly?!?

Why has construction not started on my monument which will be gazed adoringly at by astronauts in space?!?

Oh yeah...I'm only twenty. *deeeeeeeep breath*

Anyways, I dug up some old pictures to remind me how youthful i use to be.

[I remember taking this photo in Hyde park, what am i doing?! And look at those overalls! Who didn't love the dress sense of the early 90's?]

[I dont actually remember when this photo was taken but it looks like I've been the happiest i've ever been. That apple looks like half the size of my head!!]

[The beginning of my love of Lion Dance in year 4. My sister is the tail! I'm also wearing a very stylish pastel blue micky mouse shirt]

[This was Year One PhotoDay, check out the fringe!]

Geeze...i've grown up so much. Older but none the wiser.

A-la-la-la-n

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Arborio Rice

Just got home from work, and thought this was probably the funniest conversation I've had for a while at the checkout. I was serving a girl (she was late twenty's) and we had just finished a huge list and were chatting quite avidly. This is how it went:

Alan: Um...arborio rice, thats $2.80 a kg and it comes all together to $2.17
Girl: Very nice eyes
Alan: Thanks! ^_^ You also have nice eyes.
Girl: Um...i said it was nice RICE
Alan: Oh...
( awkward silence as we both look at each other)
Alan: Errr...$2.17?


Soooo embarassing. In my defence, i am partially deaf at the moment from Mexicana last night and she DID have nice eyes. And rice sounds like eyes.

DAMN YOU ARBORIO RICE!!!


[Aborio Eyes]

Oh and were celebrating me and Richards birthday early tonight. Call my magical number if you are keen on hanging with me tonight. More = merrier.

Geeze...need to stop partying so much.

A-la-la-la-n

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Always wear sunscreen

"If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience."
- Baz Luhrmann

[Proudly wearing the YaoLin uniform; modelled by Chuong]
[Proudly displaying the effects of not wearing sunscreen]

Need I say more?

A-la-la-la-n

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Why me? [Edit: Getting a Grip on things]

Its ironic after reading Misch's post on the hurdles of life that things took a sudden downturn today.

Bad things happen to everyone every day. I should feel no speical or ask for nothing because millions of other people don't

But when bad things happen to me i always seem to ask the same question to whoever watches over me:

Why me?

As you can probably all tell, i'm pretty distraught at the moment.

My first ever emotional post.

A-la-la-la-n

EDIT: Getting a Grip on Things

My problems are trivial.

Getting robbed is nothing. Much worse things happened today and all i can think about is myself.

I need to get a grip. I have a grip.

Material posessions and cash are nothing. There are so many more important things.

What the hell...if my problems are just material and not life threatening/changing then i am damn lucky. Damn lucky.

Get a f _ _ king grip Alan. Dont be so selfish.

How melodramatic was this post...

A-la-la-la-n

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

The Alan Trap

I must warn you about the Alan Trap...

I only just realised it today, but the Alan Trap gets you when you hang out with me and i have stuff to do. For example, i might make it seem like nothing or its an significant matter...but it can often drag out to extended and prolonged periods.

Today had two classic examples.

The first was with Jase as i dragged him all over Guild Village as completed various errands, collected bribes, chatted nonchalantly to spies and sorted out general stuff. Dragged around.

Secondly, I went to search for Bendigo Bank on St. Georges to pay some stupid bills which i could not do yesterday due to the public holiday(which stduents didn't get). Lisa was with me at the time, unfortuenatly i had never been there before and dragged her around the city for a while too.

Talk about wasting peoples time.

I call this the Alan Trap; when your with me (or a friend) and I (or they) drag you all around and you can't seem to get out. Be aware i do it. So in future to avoid just say: "Are you gonna drag me into an Alan trap?"

You read it here first.

A-la-la-la-n

Monday, March 05, 2007

Poor Decision Making

I've been at the recieving, observatory and doing end of poor decision making in the last few days.

Recieving the result of Poor Decision Making

No doubt Sean's order of THREE dishes of hot and sour fish will forever go down as the moment which ruined our *final* Chinese New Year dinner. Seriously...like...what the hell Sean?!?!?!

After a very rough performance for Cathay Pacific (due mainly to me), we went to eat dinner at Sparrows. We handed Sean the reins to order our food. Poor decision making by mainly James who endowed him with the power to order

Sean being the leader of FKS (not Fokuangshan but Fat Kid Society) SHOULD hypothetically have good decision making skills when ordering.

Clearly he proved he did not. Why? THREE dishes of hot and sour fish

I can accept:

a) Three dishes of different fishes in different flavors. Notice DIFFERENT
b) One dish of the sweet and sour fish. Notice ONE
c) No dishes of the hot and sour fish. Notice NONE

Morale of the story: Poor decision making skills make for a poor leader of FKS. James also explains this story quite well.

Observing the result of Poor Decision Making

I observed and watched as Jase joined with FKS leader and me joined in a hearty Saturday night with our dear friend Johnny Walker who was dressed in red.

Yes...i think all that Jase didn't empty was his heart.

James proved to be the man to admire as he stood a stronger stance and refused the top up from Johnny provided by Sean.

Morale of the story: I've said it once, I've said it a million times and I'll say it again (esp for a certain Shirlz): KNOW YOUR CAPACITY.

Poor decision making

When you particpate in an activity which requires balance, strength, reflexes, synchronization, non-verbal communication and memory recollection i strongly advise against drinking the night before hand.

Morale of the story: Celebrate when its over. ALL over. Not ALMOST over. But when its ALL over. This is particularly important as it applies to eveyrthing. Celebrate when its over. Keep saying it.

Dear god...am i growing up?!?!!?

A-la-la-la-n

Thursday, March 01, 2007

3rd Wheels; How to spot one and how to avoid being one

Ok...

I've bottled things up long enough. It's time I offend some people and finally write this article. This isn't directed at anyone in particular but to society as a whole. This was partly inspired by the opinion of some that I am a straight forward, no nonsense type.

So...

In my world at the moment, alot of my friends have now happily found someone special in their life. Don't get me wrong, I'm over the moon for them too. It wasn't meant to sound so sarcastic. I like my friends being happy.

Anyways, along with having friends hooking up and whatnot, I (and you should to) realise that the relationship with me and newly-formed-couple sort of changes. It should. I'm now no longer as high on the priority list because Person A now has Person B or whatever. I'm cool with that also. Because A and B are happy etc etc etc

However...

What I'm NOT cool with is being lugged around with a couple as a THIRD WHEEL. I'm not talking about as a chaperone type third wheel (who need one when they are 18+ anyways?) but as a third wheel who is painfully aware of the awkwardness.

It makes me feel damn awkward and more often then not, the couple must or SHOULD be feeling damn guilty that they are making me awkward. Being a third wheel rains in on their "alone" time.

I tend to trace back being a Third Wheel mainly in first and second year.

In first year were I was more of a boozeaholic and needed financing for this unhealthy addiction, I would happily accept a free lunch and be mindless of the consequences associated with them. A darling family member...we shall call Person W, use to buy me lunch almost every Tuesday during Lunch Hour

For example:

(on the phone)
W: Hi Alan, are you at Uni?
Me: Sure, wasup?
W: Well I'm about to go for lunch, do you wanna come? I'll shout you too
Me: God yes! I'll see you outside the Ref.
(at the Ref)
W: Hi Alan, this is Person J
Me: Hey mate, I'm Alan nice to meet you
W: Lets go eat!
Me: Yeppers!
J: Yeah...
(inside the Ref eating)
Me: Thanks W, your so cool.
W: No problems
J: ...
silence as W, J and me munch on food for the next 10 minutes (later on, during these moments it would dawn on me...THIRD WHEEL)
Me: That was awesome
W: No problems, anytime
J: Yeah...


From this simulated but somewhat accurate example, I've obviously highlighted HOW it happens. Now i'll tell you all HOW to avoid (hindsight):

1. I could of avoided this whole thing with no drama. How? Easy! Declined lunch! Duh!

2. I should of realised that J was more then just friends with W. Again...i could of avoided it by bailing at the Ref before we ate.

3. During those many silences I had, i should of realised that they were a couple.

In the above case, I like to call it an Opportunitist Trap. I saw an opportunity and accidently fell into the Third Wheel trap. Not good. But sometimes a free meal is hard to pass up.

I have nobody to blame but me for oppotunistist traps. I did this countless times to and I'm to blame every single time.

When second year came along, I wasn't a boozeaholic anymore and was working more so I could avoid Opportunist traps. There was no need for me to get a free lunch. Though when things became more official with J and W I was very aware and never disturbed their lunches again.

However I discovered that the Third Wheel trap could also be presentet as a vitcim of Consequence. The Consequence trap is a result of being with one half of the couple and the other half arrives later on. Essentially being stuck unwittingly.

These provided many awkward moments for me in second year. A wide range of people did it to me and I learnt that there are THREE ways out:

1. Be rude with a classic line of: "I gotta go, stuff on, etc etc etc." and cordially remove yourself. This was sometimes hard because if you had justs at down for lunch and got up to leave because the other couple arrived...well...it made it blatantly obvious.
2. Less rarely but it happened was one half of the couple making an excuse for me because they saw my awkwardness: "Hey you still meeting with X?" and I would reply: "HUH? Oh yeh!!!!" and hightail it out
3. Phone a friend. This was the most useful one. Another friend would come along and join with us. Making it less 3rd wheel and more a crowd.

Consequence traps normally result from one half of the couple calling the other. Tougher to avoid but sometimes you can squirm out with number 3. Make your own call! It makes it more bearable.

Now its all out...

I'm glad you know.

A-la-la-la-n