After working at Jb Hi-Fi Cannington today (so Damo could train one of the cannington guys at carousel for the day), I've found that I have become attached to the people I work with at Carousel. It happened slowly, but I missed them after spending the day at Cannington.. Also, that place really was in a terrible state. Very different to Carousel's state. In all fairness, we are a new store... But still...



E pynamo caa ran yhosuna... Cu fro lyh'd E cdub drehgehk ypuid ran? E iciymmo uhmo kad du caa ran uhla y faag... Faag pavuna mycd, E teth'd ajah kad dra lryhla du dymg du ran. Mycd faag E teth'd ajah caa ran. E's cdyndehk du vaam y meddma mucd. Ec ed vun dra paddan? Syopa drec ec y cekh dryd ed ech'd nekrd.. Rar... Syopa E's zicd sayhd du pa cehkma.

Hectic! Only person on in games, I think I handled it pretty well. There was at least one request every 5 minutes for a games advisor.. At one point, I was juggling 3 of them simultaneously ~_~ lol. It was alright though, having something to do. More happened at work, but my little poem in the post below this pretty much dictates what happened.

This may sound a little gay, but I'm really glad to have Damo as my superior. He is definitely the most reliable and helpful person I've ever met in a work environment. Also great to chat with. He generally makes my life at JB a lot better than it could be. I kinda feel bad always calling him for help when he isn't in the store... I know he has a life outside of it, but the fact that he won't even give a second thought to helping me out just shows what a great guy he is. So big kudos to him x]

Anyway. I think I'm gonna get myself a piano/keyboard teacher. It's hard to teach myself without knowing 90% of the stuff I'm meant to know and understand =.=..


I'm thinking of moving out of home soon. First home buyers' grant will get me started easily... Things at home are getting too tense. I know it's expensive to live alone, but I think it would be a fair trade off to escape and be able to do things as I want to. Worst comes to worst, I'll move out as soon as I finish at University...

If you saw someone coughing their guts up because they were choking, would you stop and see what was wrong? Apparently, to most people, it's out of the question. I almost suffocated today because of it =.= Sigh. Shit happens, I guess. Bumped into quite a few people today, which was nice.

Well, not much else to say that's worth saying. Off to watch Infernal Affairs.

Nothing to do at work today. Really quiet. It seemed all of Carousel was, though. Dented my car when I reverse parked to visit Quan at Gelare. Friggin metal pole which is 50cm too far into the friggin parking bay. So stupid. RAWRRRRRRRRRRRR. NERD RAGE!!!!!!!111111...

Helped out Quannie at gelare. Rachma is so damn stupid. Putting one person on only at night time -_-. Friggin busy enough as it is. I'm glad she sold the store. At least the next person can kick things back into place.

I attended my brother's graduation this evening. It brought back a lot of memories, seeing the ceremony, the slides with all the pictures of the year group.. It made me think of the time when I was back at school. I missed it. But I don't know what it is I missed.. You know.. After the ceremony, there was a gathering thing at the gym. I saw a few people from my grade in high school and it made me realise that I never really fit in. My friend groups were limited. Maybe it was more my initiative to walk over and chat to them, but it wouldn't have been a natural "hey! how ya going?". I saw Toby and had a short chat to him which was cool.. But yeah. There were quite a few others and I couldn't find it in me to go and say hi. Maybe I'm just being unsociable.. To be quite honest, if there were a 10 year or 20 year graduation, I don't think I'd be missed if I didn't turn up.

Work was quietish today. Mostly just emptying all our games. Rhys dropped by and Damo gave me 10mins extra lunch. Def a legend. Was good to catch up with Rhys for a bit. The Australia's Top Model auditions were going on outside JB. I'm gonna sound like a total asshole and hypocrite (because I'm not attractive) when I say this... But a lot of the attendees were delusional. They may have been good, above average, or even average (and some below average) looking, but not model material. Yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, auditioning for something like that is like saying "I think I'm hot enough to get a job in this business". Therefore, you open yourself up to criticism, hence my comments x]

Also, my brother's friend / ex-gf got accepted to the next round of the show or w/e. Congrats to her.

Some important decisions coming up... I hope I make the right ones.

So I've been having troubles the past few days selling consoles. They're usually where the big bikkies are. However, my morning started by selling a Nintendo DS and convincing the buyer to get the package deal... Then just had a long time of selling games and such. Then one customer came along and was looking into buying a gift for Christmas. I really went all out on them XD

After 20mins with me, she bought:

1x Wii Console
1x Wii Remote
1x Wii Nunchuk
1x WiiFit Game/Balance Board
1x Battery Pack for Balance Board
1x Non-Slip jacket for Balance Board
1x Mario Kart Wii game
1x Wii Wheel accessory

That was an awesome sale x] Then about 5mins after, another customer was looking into a similar thing but they seemed much more stingy. Still, I managed to sell a Wii, a remote and a $75 3 year warranty XD. But that's not all! I also convinced someone who was gonna buy a PS2 to get an XBOX360 Pro with a racing wheel controller and game. I think I've solidified my position as a good salesman :P

Ended up going down to the Foundry (Pub/Bar/Grill) after work with the JB peeps. I've realised that I really don't fit into the group. At Gelare, I felt like I was part of the family... I feel like a bit of an outcast with the JB peeps. That said, I felt closer to the guys at Cannington store, who I've only spent a week with, compared to the Carousel guys, who I've spent 3 weeks with. It's a little wierd... But I guess that's just how it is.. Maybe I'm just too attached to the old group. I feel good when I see my old co-workers... Hannah at NZ Natural, Caren at Telstra, Esther, Quan and Alvin back at Gelare, Jane at HJs when Quan and I decide to go stalk her even XD

Miss you all D: We should hang out together again next holidays :D

So I'm pretty dead-set on becoming a teacher... But a lot of people have been asking why I'm not going into psychology or something along those lines. While it sounds appealing, I don't think I'm cut out for it... I'm just good to talk to, I guess. Perhaps I'll take it up after I finish my teaching courses, as a backup of sorts...

Well, I finally got around to getting myself a shoutbox because blogger's comments system sucks. Use it, abuse it. Comments are appreciated :P

I have also discovered a newfound love for my car. One fuel tank lasted me 12 days, driving every day to and from work, even after driving around so much on the Monday when I held the Gelare meetup picnic thing. Better fuel efficiency than my Getz! So yeah, my 2008 Hyundai Accent might not be a Lamborghini Murciélago or a Nissan 350Z, but I've come to like it. It's definitely a comfortable ride :p

Also, some things I intend on working on. I've found myself saying 'like' way too much when talking. Must stop! If I say it to you in person, stomp on my foot please. Same goes for swearing. It really is pointless.. I've been trying to stop swearing for a while, and I'm getting there. Reasons? Not that much really. I just don't want to get to the point where I'm in a tense position and accidentally swear out of place. That, and if I wanna become a teacher, I have to straighten out. Also, it is SO much more amusing insulting people without having to swear to do so. Obviously, it's also bad to swear... But I guess I didn't really have to give that reason since it's a given.

I've never dreamt so much before.. Every single night I'm getting a new one and they're always really wierd... I wonder what they all mean =.= Or maybe I'm just overtired from working 9 hours everyday that I sleep really deep and get dreams.. *shrug

I had the most obscure dream last night. My left forearm was basically being butchered, by a female no doubt. It was cut up in such a way that none of my arm fell off, but the bones were noticeably damaged and when I flailed my arm in my dream, I could 'feel' like I had many joints in my forearm. I wonder what it means?

Firstly, I would like to dedicate this post to a very dear friend of mine. She said it to me time and time again, but it never really stuck until I was beaten(mostly mentally and emotionally) over and over again until it seeped into my head. So, thank you Tina. You're a bitch and I luv ya for it. You're one of the few real people left in this world.

For almost the entirety of my life, I have played the role of Mr. Nice Guy. Despite some of my actions, almost every decision I make in life is one where I try to make everyone happy. This is problem #1 with Mr. Nice Guy: Trying to please everyone. It is impossible. Actions cause reactions. Actions and reactions have consequences, and in most situations, there are always conflicting opinions, stances, whatever. This is just the way it is and you cannot please everyone. Shit, you could be the most influential person around and still not have everyone agree with you. Even if they agreed with you, they may agree MORE with someone else. Example? Take democracy. Yes, it's on a much larger scale, but no matter how hard a candidate may try to please everyone, there are always going to be people either opposed to that candidates thoughts OR they are more in favor of another.

Real life example?
Okay. Mr X is a very nice person but likes to have the attention of whoever they are talking to or else they get extremely frustrated. Mr Y is exactly the same. However, when Ms Z tries to please Mr X, Mr Y gets annoyed, and vice versa. Ms Z can try as she will to please them both, but in the end she won't have time to make herself happy.

This leads to my next point. Problem #2 with Mr. Nice Guy - Putting everyone else first. At first, you may think this is chivalrous, in a way. Sure, at times it is. But the typical Mr. Nice Guy will do it time and time again, despite being entirely detrimental to his own wellbeing or efforts. Example? Mr A, the nice guy, is hungry. He goes to a store and sees the last sandwich, egg and mayo, his favorite. Mr B is hungry and sees the final sandwich. Mr A purchases the sandwich and Mr B looks at him, disappointed. Mr A feels bad for him and decides to buy something else so that Mr B could have the sandwich. Mr A just lost a chance at doing something for himself, in favor of another, just because he's "nice".

This can go to even more extremes, such as taking the fall for someone else. Admirable as it may be, if you do it, you just screwed yourself over for someone else's mistake.

Probably by now you're thinking, "wow, this sounds so selfish". Is it selfish? Maybe. But imagine living your life doing things that will benefit everyone else, rarely doing anything that YOU enjoy doing. You may be thinking "oh what about all those missionaries?" Well, they obviously CHOSE to sacrifice their own wellbeing for the wellbeing of others. I'm sure that as many guys there are out there in our world that love to be the nice guy, they often do it without thinking of themselves first. Missionaries knew the sacrifice they were making when they go and do what they do. Anyway, onto my next point.

Problem #3 with Mr. Nice Guy - Helping others. I remember a time in high school when I was swamped with work. This sounds normal, right? Sure, if it were all my own. But it wasn't. I often gave up my own time to help others, sacrificing my time I should be spending on my own assignments and homework. I recall one night staying up helping 2 or 3 people at once, and not finishing my assignment until 5.30am the next morning. Might sound normal for uni students, but it definitely isn't something a high school student should be needing to do. Seriously, the biggest ever essay a teacher in high school ever threw at you was 2000 words. This entry alone is already 2/5 of the way there, and typed in less than 30mins. Don't get me wrong. If I can help others, I will, but not at my own costs.

Problem #4 with Mr. Nice Guy - Being walked on. Yes, this is similar to problem #2 and #3, but it involves the other party. If someone finds out you're a nice person and they like to get ahead, they CAN and they WILL use you. The worst part is, you may not even notice it until they start to overdo it. Even then, you won't have the balls to say anything. Which leads to my next point. One of Mr. Nice Guy's worst enemies can be one of their own friends. Sad, isn't it? Ever been guilt tripped? Sure, you feel bad that you can't do whatever it is that needs to be done, but you may know when to say no. Mr. Nice Guy doesn't understand the meaning of the word NO when someone guilt trips you. It's always yes yes yes yes.

Problem #5 with Mr. Nice Guy - You lack balls. You want to say something, but you can't. Why? Because it will upset someone. Having a natural concern for others is all well and good, but if something needs to be said, it should be. There are times when you need to say something but are scared of the consequences. You know, fuck the consequences! Stand up for yourself.

Problem #6 with Mr. Nice Guy - HANDBAGGED! This is a problem that only applies to one sex: the opposite of Mr. Nice Guy. (Despite being referred to as Mr. Nice Guy, there are Ms. Nice Girls too) The opposite sex will treat you like (you guessed it!) a handbag. You will carry their bags when you go shopping. You will drive them everywhere without even thinking about how far you're going just to help them, no matter how short the destination is away from them. You will help them with just about anything you can and YOU WILL GET FRIEND ZONED.

Friend zone? WTF is that? If you don't know what the friend zone is, you're either extremely good looking, have never been rejected or have never tried to get into a relationship. Or you're just plain dumb. I hope it isn't the last one. Friend zone, for those ignorant among us, is the dark place you go to when your heart only has one person in it, but to them, you're just that person they talk to and keep around for convenience. Is being friend zoned bad? I don't think it is at all. Unless it happens over and over and over and over and over again. Then you're in trouble.

I can't speak for women (obviously because I am not one, nor am I gay), but women (in the perspective of a guy / lesbian chasing them), and probably men(perspective of women / gay guy chasing them) too, want what they can't have. It's a natural fact of life. If you offer everything to the person you're interested from the start, they're unlikely to have any interest in you because there is no CHALLENGE. Let's be honest here. Everyone LOVES the chasing part of a relationship. When you don't know what the other is thinking. When you're hoping that your feelings aren't one sided. When you think about them and smile and hope that they do too. When you take that person out somewhere and you feel really nervous because you don't know what to say and hope that the other person breaks the awkward silence so you can talk. Or perhaps it's quite the opposite, and you both love talking to each other and want to get to know more.

I'm sure everyone has at least experienced some form of the chase. And to many, the chase ends when one (usually the male) gives in to "beating around the bush" and decides to ask her to be his girlfriend. Anyone who has had the other person answer yes will understand how much happiness they would have felt at that point. If you didn't feel overwhelmingly happy when you asked and they replied with yes, they either weren't that hard to chase, or you really don't feel what you should be feeling and you asked them out just for the sake of having a partner. In all honesty, I'm sure many of you who read this will know that I haven't really experienced this feeling of euphoria so maybe my words are incorrectly placed, but hey! I'm a real life example of Mr. Nice Guy always losing. One day, perhaps.

A short summary.
1. Making Everyone Happy
2. Always Finish Last
3. Helping Others
4. Being Walked On
5. Lacking Balls
6. HANDBAGGED / FRIEND ZONED

So, in the end, you're probably asking. Alex, are you going to become a complete asshole now? My answer to that is 'likely'. However, as much as I may say that... It's probably already been burnt into me. My character, who I am, the way I naturally act is to always put others first. Will I lose friends over this? Maybe. But hey, if you only liked me because I did everything for you and won't accept me as someone who wants to do something for myself, then fuck you. Those that deserve my kindness will receive it. But I'll say it here. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

TL;DR - Nice guys finish last

Ug, cu E kiacc cusa uv oui syo ryja hudelat sa hud paehk socamv mydamo. Oui'na ymcu bnupypmo fuhtanehk fro E ahlutat drec ahdno. Ed'c syehmo palyica E vamd dra haat du aqbnacc socamv pavuna E esbmutat. Dryd, yht dra vyld dryd druca fru fuimt vekina uid ruf drec fyc lutat yna bnupypmo baubma dryd E lyh dnicd du pa bnejo du ruf E'ja paah.

Eh y hidcramm, E vaam mega E's cmufmo fycdehk yfyo. E's cmufmo mucehk dra femm du meja. So yddasbdc yd kaddehk ehdu Ihejancedo yna cu tecluinykehkmo pmayg. E fyhd du palusa y daylran, pid E tuh'd drehg E'mm ajan kad drana. E lyh'd fung palyica so yns ec vilgat ib. E lyh'd ajah bmyo pycgadpymm palyica uv ed. Ev E ujanfung ed, E's kuhhy aht ib fedr y cruimtan naluhcdnildeuh, sayhehk y sadym yhlrun eh so cruimtan, imdesydamo nacimdehk eh mesedat ica uv so nekrd yns. Dric, hu suna pycgadpymm, mesedat lryhlac yd zupc adl. adl. dra mecd kuac uh.

Haatmacc du cyo, E'ja caah dra videmedo uv meva. E'ja mucd ymm aqbaldydeuhc uv ajanodrehk yht ys naymmo zicd mejehk vun dra cyga uv mejehk. E tuh'd naymmo fyhhy vaam drec fyo. E'ja paah dnoehk du kad so seht uvv ed.. Yht cytmo, dra uhmo navika E'ja vuiht ec po bmyoehk FuF ykyeh.

E'ja paah vaamehk mega drec vun xieda y frema huf... Ed'c uhmo naymmo kuddah pyt fedreh dra mycd faag un cu druikr. Bynd uv so suut ec ymcu uid uv fyhd du pa fyhdat... Syopa suna cbalevelymmo, du pa mujat. Oac, E naymeca ruf cdibet ed ec pid E ys fru E ys yht dryd'c ruf E vaam. Drana naymmo ryc uhmo paah uha susahd frah E vamd naymmo rybbo drec fruma desa... Yht dryd fyc frah E ryt dra lryhla du dymg du cusauha fru E ryth'd dymgat du eh y frema. Ed fyc cusadrehk cu cesbma, pid ed naymmo pnekrdahat so tyo. E ruba dryd E kad ujan drec cuuh, pavuna E kad du socamv...

Read the following and make your decisions before seeing the result below.



Question 1:
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?

Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.


Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates.

Candidate A.

Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.


Candidate B.

He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.


Candidate C
He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife. Which of these candidates would be your choice? Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.
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Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.

And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question: If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.

Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.

Never be afraid to try something new.
Remember: Amateurs...built the ark.
Professionals...built the Titanic







This is something I found on Xiaxue's blog. This girl is so amazingly funny, I highly recommend giving her blog a read. Many thanks to Tina for showing me :P

Subete no hito wo aiseru wake ja nai nara semete ai suru hito wo uragirazu ni utagawazu ni semetari nikundari shinaide...

Zutto tobitsuzukete tsukareta nara hane yasumete ii kara, watashi wa koko ni iru yo. Anata ga moshi tabidatsu sono hi ga itsuka kitara soko kara futari de hajimeyou..

Hitosuji no hikari wo shinjitemiru no? Sore tomo kurayami ni obieru no? Anata no koto hitsuyou to, shiteiru hito wa kitto, kanarazu hitori wa iru kara, anata ga hitsuyou to suru, hito nara itsumo kitto, tonari de waratteiru kara.



Kudos to anyone that understands this fluently :)

For the first time since starting at Gelare, I actually felt like quitting yesterday. Maybe it's because I'm feeling unwell, or just simply did not want to be there. Seeing four people working in a much smaller, similar store (Gloria Jean's Cafe and Wendy's in this case) when we only have 2-3 and almost double the traffic, if not more, it really makes me question if the pay is worth it. Don't get me wrong, it's perfectly possible to work with the number we have, but it means having to push ourselves every time it gets busy, and it can get annoying when a mistake happens. Simply put, Perth customers are fuckheads. 'Scuse the french, but 75-80% of people here complain and complain and complain and complain. We're doing the best we fucking can and all you do is complain. Die in a fire. Thanks.

I know I reached my limit at work when I actually swore at a customer. We called out that his mango smoothie was done. He didn't pick it up. Called it again, he didn't pick it up. We're too busy to monitor each and every person who gets their order (another reason why we should have more workers on). So when someone else took his smoothie, he had a shitfit at Caren, which was stupid and uncalled for. What was worse was his English was so badly broken, even among the Indian standard. So I thought I'd be diplomatic about it and made his smoothie right away. It took 1-2mins. Tops. When I went to give it to him, he had the nerve to say "At last." That just sent me over the edge, and I said to him, straight to his face "Fuck you too." He just looked at me and I walked away. I mean, I've joked about it and stuff, but that was the first ever time I actually swore at a customer. Maybe it was the harsh way he was talking to my friend, or the fact that he was being a narcissistic asswipe, but he really pissed me off.

I feel so drained right now...The only thing keeping me at work is the people there. /endrant

A good friend of mine has been looking really down lately, and it's bothering me. They're the kind of person who almost always has a smile on their face, and for the first time since meeting them, they have started going into deep, contemplatively-blank stares into space with a frown on their face. Something tells me it has something to do with the opposite sex, as most of those blank stares usually have to do with that. Deep thinking of "what-ifs" and "maybes". Perhaps I'm overthinking it and it really is nothing, but when I sense something is wrong, I'm usually right about it...

I really wish they would open up to me. I want to help, but they're blocking me out. I know that I have no right to pry into their personal life, but I really am concerned about their wellbeing. It would be nice to call them a close friend rather than just a good friend, but I doubt that will happen until they open up to me... Maybe that sounds a bit like blackmail or whatever, but it's the truth I guess... I can only really feel as if someone is a 'close' friend of mine if we share our thoughts and worries with each other. Real friends help each other out, right? Maybe I'm pushing too hard on them... Well, whatever it is that is bothering them, I hope it gets resolved soon, with or without me.

Today I'll end with a nice quote I found...

"Love is giving someone the power to destroy you...but trusting them not to." -Unknown

I think I'm too soft on the inside. When you get to the point where you, as a male, cry over something that a female friend of yours wont, I guess you start to question your masculinity. No. I'm not saying I'm gay, so end it there. Maybe it isn't a matter of masculinity but moreso a matter of emotional value. I tend to see myself as someone who is very much in touch with his emotions... But is that reason enough to cry over something you saw in an 8 minute video?

Over a year ago Tina sent me a link to youtube with a video of an asian pop song, which she tends to do a lot, so I went on and watched it. The video is HERE if you want to watch it. It brought tears to my eyes, and I felt rather down for the next hour or so. Thought it wouldn't happen again, so I watched it again about a week later. Same result.

I ended up talking to another friend about Korean dramas and how they always make such dramatic death scenes or huge sacrifices for love, and it reminded me of watching that video. I knew what was going to happen. I know what the song sounds like. I've seen the video twice before. I told myself I wouldn't cry. I shouldn't, right? After all, I know what happens. Wrong. It still brought tears to my eyes. Maybe it isn't emotions as a whole but just my desire for romance? Who knows...

With that all said, I don't know if they're tears of sadness of the two of them splitting up or for the sacrifice that he made for her for the sake of love, which he would never have the joy of experiencing as he did before... Judging from what I just typed, I'm going to go ahead and assume it's the latter. Sad video is sad.