it's monday....again

it's monday.enough said.

somehow lately, i feel my weeks are shorter than usual.i can't get many things done over the weekends.no wonder old people kept saying 'it seems like yesterday'.wake up at 630, go to work, excercise that brain, go home, watch tv even for a minute, go to sleep. this goes for 5 days in the week. saturday, go out.sunday,stay at home or go out.mostly go out.and 10 years later, looking back at time, there won't be much to look at. because 62% of your life is dedicated to your job....or boss.

how fun is life, huh? i got to fix this lame routine.and i need to fix it fast.

i want to write

I bumped into a marketer's website today hellomynameisscott thanks to bloglines (my news fix) that somehow motivates me. I always wanted to be able to express what i have in mind (though not much, i got some). In his web, he said that writers are readers. Which means i got to read to learn how to be a writer. Reading is something i picked up after realising that i'm actually ignorant. when having a conversation with my peers, i don't have much to talk about. except music (where all facts are my opinions), we like to comment on people's physiques or moral issues (that's kind of our self-motivation). We actually don't have anything to talk about other than....rubbish. So i started reading books. google story,blink,rich dad poor dad,tuesdays with morris,some books from the office and ... there's some others. but these few months, i can't get myself some quality to read properly. these days i'd read in the car when stuck in traffic and if i reach the office early and the door's still locked..that's it. so, got to find more time now.

this guy also said to be a better writer (maybe not great but better than you are now), write every.single.day. so that's what i'm doing. this piece may not be interesting, i don't care,i'm practising.write like you talk..that's what i'm doing right now.

my teenage hero (NOFX) was in town

Only if i could have watched them live years ago, i'd definitely would have put the experience in my PMR english essay, the day i would never forget.

After years of listening to this punk band, who would have thought they would actually come to rock the malaysians.yup, no one. it's a dream come true, man.

All the crowds went wild and primitive, and i understand their excitement. sing alongs throughout the show, i never knew there were that many fans of NOFX.

To those who's been listening to this band but somehow not internet savvy enough to be informed of their presence here, i could cry thinking of what you have missed. just hope they'll come again.

To NOFX, you guys suck but we love you very dearly.

me is smiling with the enthusistic 'rock on' hand sign