My lappy has been slowly but surely giving up on me. Its a little Gateway that wants to be a Mac. It runs Photoshop, Illustrator and anything from After Effects to Ulead. The only problem? It lags really bad now.
Problem: It only lags when those programs are running. It hangs at certain times of the day. I am still able to write my beloved pieces and sing to my silly songs, but i hear a Mac calling out to me.
Problem 2: I have to complete a video by this saturday, and Gateway is not cooperating. At All.
Problem 3: IM BUSY!
Anyways...
Cheers and Chillax,
Mooms ;)
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
hotcakes in the morning
having hotcakes in the morning is one of the simple pleasures in life.
For that matter, a McBreakfast Meal.
The reason why i eat my daily of Macs, is beacuse i am just too lazy to walk down the road to the coffee shop to grab some "chee cheong fun". Make sense?
Heres the thing, i cannot eat fried food anymore! I bet that makes less sense. Everytime i taste something fried, i dont feel too good in my tummy. (Then again, maybe its only HASH BROWNS, that i can't stand)
I have decided that i will be having simple salads everyday for lunch! For some strange reason, that makes me happy.
Cheers!
Naomi (The supposed Meat Eater)
Signing off from the office
For that matter, a McBreakfast Meal.
The reason why i eat my daily of Macs, is beacuse i am just too lazy to walk down the road to the coffee shop to grab some "chee cheong fun". Make sense?
Heres the thing, i cannot eat fried food anymore! I bet that makes less sense. Everytime i taste something fried, i dont feel too good in my tummy. (Then again, maybe its only HASH BROWNS, that i can't stand)
I have decided that i will be having simple salads everyday for lunch! For some strange reason, that makes me happy.
Cheers!
Naomi (The supposed Meat Eater)
Signing off from the office
Sunday, September 26, 2010
workload=work loads
Have i mentioned that i love my job?
To the beautiful peeps whom i see almost everyday of my life, you probably have heard it one time too many.
For those whom i dearly miss, and regret not being able to catch up any time soon, I LOVE MY JOB!
I have really nice and funny bosses, and great colleagues. What more could i ask? It just makes work enjoyable!
To the beautiful peeps whom i see almost everyday of my life, you probably have heard it one time too many.
For those whom i dearly miss, and regret not being able to catch up any time soon, I LOVE MY JOB!
I have really nice and funny bosses, and great colleagues. What more could i ask? It just makes work enjoyable!
Newfoundjoy
today was the first time in a long time i felt this inner overflowing joy while playing for worship. it wasn't extravagant, just simple worship, but God is real. And He is AWESOME!
Friday, September 24, 2010
What I love
I had a thought today. Do I really love what I'm doing? Do I really love eating? Do I really love playing the guitar? Do I really love parkour? Do I love what I do.
My point is, if I say I love the guitar, why don't I play it for more than 10minutes a day. I used to play up to 5hours. Or if I love parkour so much, why can't I commit myself fully to train. If I love writing so much, why can't I spend everyday thinking of what to write. You know what my problem is? I cannot, absolutely cannot decipher myself. I cannot separate the things that I really love to do, with things that I do to fit in. Now I'm not beating myself up. I know that tons of people do things exactly the same way I do.
It's a realisation. And its one that's gonna help me place my priorities. We had a discussion about passion on Monday at cell. What exactly is passion. And I was thinking, if I am not willing to give up my everything and anything and sacrifice all I have, it just ain't passion. It's true.
Anything and everything that we do, we have choices. If you are passionate about a subject, you'd rather spend 6 months mugging for it than spend a good two hours on accounting(for math haters). And that's the point see... ? I don't think I have the passion for parkour, or singing. I love doing those things, it's true. But it isn't a passion. I've been playing the guitar for 8years now. I love the instrument. I love the way people think I'm cool cuz I'm a girl and I play the guitar. But hey, there are tons others who play the guitar better, and many are girls. So who am I? I am the girl that has been giving my utmost best, to prove to people that I can do it. It's the guitar my passion? Maybe originally for the first 2 years and maybe when I first started poly. Cuz at the time, maybe that was it. I could cry for hours over a song with my guitar and 4 clear chords. G. C. D. Em. Or whatever in between. Now, I pick it up and play the same sequence for less than 5 minutes. D. Dmaj. A. G. Or whatever. Is that passion? I guess not. Someone once said, a good guitarists spends 2, maybe 3 hrs practicing eveyday. But a master guitarist spends at least 8 hours a day playing his guitar. And I thought guess what, I'm not even a tenth of that good guitarist. So where is my passion really? Video making? Photography? Cooking? Baking? Maybe making jokes that many define as corny or lame. Honestly? I don't know what my passion is. But besides Christ and willing to live my life all for Him, I think the only true thing I have and ever will define as my passion, is travelling. And I'm not just referring to taking a plane somewhere far, or going somewhere that requires a passport. Even my trip on the train every morning; I love it. Strange huh. I guess it is.
I guess it is... For now.
Logging off from my iPhone
Naomo
My point is, if I say I love the guitar, why don't I play it for more than 10minutes a day. I used to play up to 5hours. Or if I love parkour so much, why can't I commit myself fully to train. If I love writing so much, why can't I spend everyday thinking of what to write. You know what my problem is? I cannot, absolutely cannot decipher myself. I cannot separate the things that I really love to do, with things that I do to fit in. Now I'm not beating myself up. I know that tons of people do things exactly the same way I do.
It's a realisation. And its one that's gonna help me place my priorities. We had a discussion about passion on Monday at cell. What exactly is passion. And I was thinking, if I am not willing to give up my everything and anything and sacrifice all I have, it just ain't passion. It's true.
Anything and everything that we do, we have choices. If you are passionate about a subject, you'd rather spend 6 months mugging for it than spend a good two hours on accounting(for math haters). And that's the point see... ? I don't think I have the passion for parkour, or singing. I love doing those things, it's true. But it isn't a passion. I've been playing the guitar for 8years now. I love the instrument. I love the way people think I'm cool cuz I'm a girl and I play the guitar. But hey, there are tons others who play the guitar better, and many are girls. So who am I? I am the girl that has been giving my utmost best, to prove to people that I can do it. It's the guitar my passion? Maybe originally for the first 2 years and maybe when I first started poly. Cuz at the time, maybe that was it. I could cry for hours over a song with my guitar and 4 clear chords. G. C. D. Em. Or whatever in between. Now, I pick it up and play the same sequence for less than 5 minutes. D. Dmaj. A. G. Or whatever. Is that passion? I guess not. Someone once said, a good guitarists spends 2, maybe 3 hrs practicing eveyday. But a master guitarist spends at least 8 hours a day playing his guitar. And I thought guess what, I'm not even a tenth of that good guitarist. So where is my passion really? Video making? Photography? Cooking? Baking? Maybe making jokes that many define as corny or lame. Honestly? I don't know what my passion is. But besides Christ and willing to live my life all for Him, I think the only true thing I have and ever will define as my passion, is travelling. And I'm not just referring to taking a plane somewhere far, or going somewhere that requires a passport. Even my trip on the train every morning; I love it. Strange huh. I guess it is.
I guess it is... For now.
Logging off from my iPhone
Naomo
Monday, September 6, 2010
back to writing
Recently, thanks to a colleague of mine, and a lack of things to do for the first two weeks, i started writing short stories, and my passion for writing was rekindled. I thought to myself that i'd practice writing so that i'd be able to build my portfolio, and perhaps improve by the time i reach college. And maybe... just maybe, its God's way of saying "Go for it!" that i'm perhaps walking down the path that He had set before me.
Plus, i've been posting some of my pieces on this website called Writing.com, so do check out those that i've posted up. If anyone's reading this anyway..
http://Writing.Com/authors/naomisoxy
That aside,
We had a farewell dinner for Hilary, the leaders and her cell. it was really fun. All the rushing about in the afternoon, and the preparation work. In the end, im glad we made her smile... and cry a little ;) Haha. Will really miss her when she's gone.
Sigh...
Plus, i've been posting some of my pieces on this website called Writing.com, so do check out those that i've posted up. If anyone's reading this anyway..
http://Writing.Com/authors/naomisoxy
That aside,
We had a farewell dinner for Hilary, the leaders and her cell. it was really fun. All the rushing about in the afternoon, and the preparation work. In the end, im glad we made her smile... and cry a little ;) Haha. Will really miss her when she's gone.
Sigh...
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