11pm and still at work.

God. Sometimes i wonder just what the fuck is it that made me sit my ass in the office hour after hour. Maybe it's my procrastinating nature. Maybe the office -is- a little more comfier than my own house. But i think it's the whole 'i've spent the whole day here, why not a little more' notion that's been my motto since i started working here. The internet's free. Especially after hours, when no one is around, i get to use up all the bandwidth for my bittorrent stuff. But dammit. It's robbing me from having a completely normal 20-something life. Not that i'm a normal 20-something, but.. i don't know. Maybe it's the silence of being alone without anyone bugging my ass. Does that make me a loner? I don't know. I'm confused. My boss must've done something to this office that keeps me coming day after day, even on weekends. Or maybe i'm just a workaholic. .. Nah. Thing is, most of the time i sit in here doing jack shit. I'd surf, queue up my downloads, surf somemore, do a little work here and there, scratch my ass, look up on some design websites. A ciggie here, a bottle of water there, BAM 12am and i'm still here. "Hi Tim, can i buy six dollars worth of life, please?" Time to go home. The road's sorta empty and it's best to just cruise and take in all that fresh night air while listening to some Incubus. Then again the air is thick of burnt Sumatran jungle and my stereo's gone. i'll just listen to the sweet rumble of my Sebring twin-pipe exhaust and whack the corners on the way home.

let's start off with little rant. Or bitch.

Whatever. I fully deserve one as I can't sleep from being a little flop-sided being left without a car to move around for a day. My car's still at the workshop, result of being a smash-and-grab victim. Again. My lovely Pioneer headunit was stolen, and the dumbcunt who worked it did a smashing job. When i say smashing, i was being literal, since they smashed up the passenger side window my of my car and completely smashed the headunit housing, along with the centre console, fucking it up looking like it was hit by a jackhammer wielding stuttering retard. The cops didn't do much neither after I made a police report. All they could say was that they couldn't send anyone to investigate the matter (here i was expecting the CSI crew to come and lift fingerprints but Noooooo) but they'll make sure more cops patrol the area. Fuck that. The cops are on it too and I believe that at least 1/3 of the Malaysian population agree completely with me. Things have gone out of hand where my family alone has got into three separate episodes where our Rav4 got into the same fate as my car around 2 months ago and my brother's Kembara was stolen 2 weeks ago. Time for us neighbourhood buddies to form up a community to combat these numbskulls from striving off our pride and joy. That's enough for now i think. There'll be more to talk about tomorrow.