Alvin’s Weblog

Can you tell us something about your life?

My life is basically mundane and it feels more like a routine, doing almost the same thing everyday. Occasionally, I do hang out with friends when I am bored, other than that I prefer to stay home with my family.

Seems boring, why do you call life a routine?

See, most people work 9-5 and after that spend some quality time with their families and loved ones. I, on the other hand, work 9-8 almost everyday and in many cases, work till late at night. Basically, work is my life. Not that I am a workaholic but my line of job calls for it. Normal? If you ask me, nah, it’s odd.

What do you work as?

I am in the line of IT, working as a Software Programmer. I basically create programs that command computers to specifically do what I want them to do. These programs are intended for idiots like you, who are computer illiterate that you can even start asking people how to use a simple program when the instruction is right there on the screen and probably crash a virtually uncrashable program with your idiocy.

*Grumbles* How old are you?

Let’s just say, I am still considered pretty young in the working world where some people might not trust me enough to do business with me. Speaking of which, I don’t get the mentality of people nowadays. Why is young bad? I thought it has always been the opposite. DAMN!

So, are you attached to anybody?

With 10 hours dedicated to work and 8 hours dedicated to sleep, that leaves me with 6 hours. Add in all additional daily chores I have to do, what do you think? Need I say more? I feel like I want to but I haven’t got the time to. Nonetheless, I still want to, so girls, if you’re available, look me up.

So, why is it that you keep whining whenever you have to stay over at KL?

I have been asked the same question over and over again. So make sure this question is pinned up for good! Some say I am just not used to it. Let’s just say, it’s not due to the fact that I am not used to it. Mind you, I have been overseas for a year and I can still adapt. KL is nothing, it’s still Malaysia. So, that infamiliarity excuse is just not it. I love KL for its nightlife(although I don’t get to enjoy it) and I love the chicks. They are just so damn hot! The main reason I am complaining is because my lifestyle just isn’t suited to KL. I just don’t feel that my income is substantial to support me in KL. Enough said.

Dude, what is with your fascination with hot girls?

Dude, are you gay? STOP! Please don’t answer that, spare me the agony. Thank you very much.

So why a blog?

Why a diary? Stupid question. NEXT!

But your blog doesn’t look like a diary!

Well, I prefer to use my so called “diary” to record down my thinkings and musings on anything happening around me. Unlike some people, I do not like to write typical entries which start off with “Today I went to work. Yada yada yada.. I met up with my friend, go yamcha, and then come home, brush my teeth and sleep. That is so… 10 years old. A decade later, I’d be reading my own blog and falling asleep having nightmares of how stupid I was instead of being amazed at my own opinions and thoughts a decade ago.

So, why is it that you write with no decency at times?

Look, in real life, I try to be as decent as possible mainly due to the fact that society expects us to behave in a certain manner. So when I am pissed, I still have to look at the hierarchy order just to ensure that I do not offend someone I do not wish to and live to regret it. In here, this is my blog and I do whatever I want. I can curse as I like and I don’t have to care about anybody. It’s my right to at least let go of my frustration in my own blog when I can’t do it in real life. Of course, if you’re below 13, please leave. If you’re not and you don’t like what I say? Ponder hard! If you still don’t like it, you are welcome to leave anytime.

One last question, what would you do if I smack you right on your head now for all your insults and leave?

Go ahead, smack me. I’ll then follow Zidane’s style and give you a very nice headbutt on your chest and I’ll be shouting “Forza Italia” at you while taking some Italian pizza and shoving them into any holes I can find on your body (your asshole included). I’ll then take some spaghetti and with the combination of pizza, use them to smack you silly right on your head. If that is not enough, I’ll even take the spaghetti meatballs and throw them at your stupid face. Now, shoooohh.. Go go go.. Get outta here before I order some pizza and spaghetti!