05
Jan

In order to relief stress, I read… I read all kinds of stuff… and one of my favourite reads is Japanese manga.

Ai Yazawa is one of my favourite mangakas… I never realised what I like about her works until I read “Tenshi Nanka Ja Nai” (I’m not an Angel). It was one of her older works…with a little out-dated kinda drawings but the feelings are so true and I can feel it.

One scene in the story goes like this:

The guy (seems to) have another girl in mind and the girl (his gf) knows about it through his actions and expressions… she wanted to wait it out thinking her bf will eventually look at no one else but her …. however, one day, after a certain incident, she couldn’t take it anymore and that’s when she told the bf that he can go over to the person he likes rather than stay with her…

Maybe I’m tired but I’m getting all emotional from this one scene alone.
Maybe I’m getting older…
Or… maybe I’m thinking to myself “I’m very lucky because my guy loves me and me alone…”
I don’t think I can ever stand to be in a relationship when my guy has another person in his heart.
I think I would be so hurt that I will willingly back away from the picture and avoid confronting the issue… I might even choose to leave this relationship since it just hurts too much.
For that, I think Midori (the female lead) is very courageous and honest with her feelings.

~Orangeline

10
Nov

Let’s hope it still works.

Rainbows Star-gazing Desserts Long John Silver’s Cheese dip my laptop “Cry me a River” Gackt Cool weather my new Muji shirt hot water bath Stitch Hello Kitty Chicken Rice from Hougang Lemon Tart (Marmalade Pantry) Profiteroles (PS Cafe) Curry Rice (Kitchener Road) Juuni Kokki novels Tanaka-san The mood to write The smooth flow of ideas in my head Conrad (KKM) Iason (Ai no Kusabi) Takumi (Nana) Angelina Jolie Katie Holmes Alyssa Milano Cooking Games Eros & Angus (The One) Ryuuki (Saiunkoku) Setsuna (Complex) Spirited Away Howl’s Moving Castle Darran Shan Saiunkoku novels Haruki Murakami Franz Kafka The stub of tail on my Stitch bolster Grass Jelly Mos Burger Gratins & Dorias Parfaits my stories’ plans pencils stickers mangosteen strawberries guava mango Louis Armstrong’s voice individual work BK’s tender-grill World of Warcraft Tony Leung Takeshi Kaneshiro

I took a long time before churning out all these… and bloody hell – most of them are food.
I.Glutton

Orangeline

24
Aug

so sorry babe! My comment was soooo lengthy and long-winded.
The words just came pouring out :D

anyway… here’s the link to Adlina’s article

Since the comment was so long, I thought I might as well post it here …

Being hated is definitely the most difficult thing amongst the four things in life. Being hated might mean isolation, having no friends to hang out with and feeling ditched by the rest of the his/her imagined “world”.
But being hated can also mean someone being jealous/envy (which is the case most of the time), having lots of attention from the source of hate (since hate is a very strong emotion, they will definitely remember and keep thinking about you).
I think that being hated for the “right” things (according to one’s own view and beliefs) would be more important than warranting excessive attention through unscrupulous courses of actions which results in being hated by others too.
and remember, there’s also the issue of ethics. The teachings of being nice to everyone, sacrificing your smaller self for the bigger good and many others…
These codes of “conduct” were carved into the many layers of your subconscious, constantly sending out loud beeping alarms for you to remember to abide by the many things that doesn’t benefit yourself and therefore “YOUR” better good.
To ignore and go against something that would constantly send out reminders with the highest priority level would require a huge amount of courage, honor and determination; in my point of view.
To summarize, to allow yourself to be hated is going against the very “nature” nature of self-preservation and the rights & wrongs decided by society/culture (not truly your own to shout out loud).
I think, one should never be an advocate of ethics decided solely by its culture; it would be self-betraying, limiting your true-self and might cripple one’s chance of being truly happy and successful in life.
Of course, the above would mean one’s own definition of happiness and success without the perversion and influence of whatever that’s not “you”.

Not doing “work” seems easy but telling yourself to go against all odds
(which includes responsibilities that you’ve never asked for, your luxurious wants and the lack of innate ability to stand up to the general society’s (HARSH) scrutiny without the cycle of breaking down-pick yourself up-breakdown-pick yourself up… ;) will prove to be more difficult than enduring harsh working hours, dissatisfied salary and “evil” colleagues/superiors.

Avoid telling the truth is easy…
It’s adheres to the innate rule of self-preservation (in all ways)
It sometimes will give benefits (more than anyone can imagine) instead of wrongs to the individual.
A seasoned liar will know. The hearts of humans are too fragile to accept the harsh truth and the reality.
When attacked, one will do whatever is possible to defend itself… be it, going into depression (to tell yourself that you’re sad, wallow in self pity and feel “good” about being depressed), blaming others and many more.

Loving someone…
It might be easy for some but impossible for others.
I always thought, one has to love itself before loving others.
We have heard many stories of couples/friends/relationships breaking up because the other party is not “giving” enough.
seriously? the other party will never give enough if one starts to think that he/she is giving too much.
Giving is never to much… unless you give your individuality away.
I’ve always believed in loving myself more.
That way, I’ll be ready to give, feel good and give more.
When I feel good about giving, I’ll like myself more since I feel good about something that I’ve done.

Self-centered and egoistic? Definitely.

I think it’s really rude of me to post such a comment…hurhur
Once again, so sorry Adlina!
I actually had a very lengthy paragraph taken out.
I talked about committing suicide as an act of love for oneself…
and here’s my point of view explained in detail:

You might disagree that committing suicide is an act of loving oneself.
Loving and cherishing are two different things that are often lumped together. To cherish is to love… but to love might not mean cherishing… (my point of view)
To end all connections with the living, including the good things in life (if any), would sound like steering clear of (more) trauma, avoiding solutions and not living in the imagined hell of a future.
To be clearer, when bending your own finger, you would never bend it to the extent that you’ll hear a loud sound officially signifying that your finger is now broken. It’s more like an instinct to stop where you feel is the greatest extent that your finger can go.
To want to die is similar to such an instinct.
When something is too much for the mind to take, it jams on the breaks and start simulating every possible solution that will decide on the next course of action.
It’s just up to everyone to make the decision. Choosing death sounds like a 100% fool-proof plan to stop the hurting. Who, if not he/she loves him/herself, would want to stop any hurting…avoid any trauma and not live in his/her own imagined hellish future?

Orangeline

29
Mar

This morning, I went Mcdonalds for breakfast with Eric…
It was rather packed…and we chose to head towards the printing shop to bind my notes first.
When we got back, Mac was finally more comfortable to be in.

anyway, we took a table for four since we don’t have much of a choice and Eric proceeded to buy our breakfast.
I was happily looking at the photos taken last night (Coach Photos)… and suddenly, in front of me, I saw two kids.

“AUNTIE! 这个位子有没有人坐?” – loosely translated into “AUNTIE! Is anyone sitting here?”, the elder sister asked.

I was appalled. Some kid, around the age of my sister – older than two of them… CALLED ME AUNTIE!!!
It was not them whom I’m pissed at, I was just angry at how jaded I look for some 8 or 9 year old kid to address me as “AUNTIE” loudly in public.

When I told them it was alright to take the seats, since Eric needed only one more, they sat down happily, with no “thank you”… -_-||

After that… the girl started telling her younger brother… pointing to the empty seat beside her…
“妈妈可以坐这边” when the brother asked her where is the mother going to sit.
(Mama can sit here…) — translation.

I, then, told her that the seat was taken. DUH! Why would I be sitting alone in Mac, early in the morning playing with my handphone!??!

The brother then exclaimed, “AUNTIE? 这个位子有没有人坐?” (same translation as above — what the sister said)
to which I answered after breathing one HUGE SIGH, “YESSS!”

“HUH? Then MAMA 坐哪里?” the two of them QUESTIONED ME?!?!?!?!
so I looked around… found a four seater..and directed them there…
after that, they moved to their NEW SEATS and the story ended without any word of THANK….
I seriously expect some words of gratitude when I tolerated your unreasonable address of “AUNTIE” & it was totally out of my way to help you look for seats.

I dislike kids.

After that, I complained to almost all ladies I know. and even Tiffany Chan (my sister, 10 years old) was shocked when I told her someone her age called me auntie!
DAMN….

Orangeline

06
Mar

I took this picture, with my handphone, on the way home from my mom’s place.
the wheel didn’t seem like it was moving.
I guess, for now, only the lights are switched on. Blue blue lights… I wonder if they’ll flicker like those neon ones u see in alleyways.

My day has just started…
it’s 12.47am 6th Mar 2008.

Orangeline