How to make a Janel

Ingredients:
5 parts success
3 parts beauty
5 parts family
5 parts love

Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Top it off with a sprinkle of fitness and enjoy!



What about me?

love prints & handy crafts,
used to live in tokyo for a couple of yrs
however do not speak japanese,

eat only the breast meat,
do not eat abalone,
love black/white vinegar & gyoza,
pick out onions & pickles from my food,

have 'negro' curly hair,
play the electone,
love the rain,
prefer the night to day,

squeeze my toothpaste from its end,
wear my retainers at night,
love romantic comedies.


My nature

quiet
independent
logical
unemotional
ingenious
innovative
curious
driven to increase competence
casual
adaptive
nonconforming
unpredictable
detached
reasonable
balanced
avoids aggression and violence
tolerant
calm
well-developed sense of justice
empathetic
free of jealousy
loves to read


How to love me


♥ Respect my privacy and independence.

♥ Appreciate my competencies and wealth of creative ideas.

♥ Encourage me to spend time alone.

♥ Don't talk too much or force an emotional conversation before I'm ready.

♥ Try not to nag me about being messy or meeting deadlines.

♥ Allow me plenty of space to pursue my interests in depth and time to think things through.

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i was heading down town last night,
with mind full of thoughts of how BAD, men are.

upon reaching plaza sing,
i bumped into Steven, a good friend of mine.
he suddenly made me feel men weren't that bad sometimes.

and so, i met sab & lin for dinner & pool,
and when i was heading home & taking the bus 166...
the thought of 'men are such bastards' struck upon me again.

this man,
scrawny & fair,
in a black polo tee,
in a pair of black pants,
in a pair of black sneakers,
with a black harvest sack on his lap,
invaded my privacy.
i was totally insulted.

a digital camera popped out of his harvest sack,
with the lens facing my legs,
fyi, a mini skirt i was wearing NOT, rather, a knee length one.
and my bag & a huge shopping bag covered so much.

i caught him.
THRICE.
placing the camera back into his bag.
anyone caught would look away & pretend.
he did.

i could take it no more,
there was so much HATRED for MEN in me.
it grew so much till i longed to scratch his eyeballs & make him blind.
and this was just a tiny bit of what was going on in my mind.
i realised what anger could make me do if i wasn't in control of my emotions.
with a snoozing indian lady on my left and a blur elderly chinese on my right,
he seized that chance.
men gross me out so many times.

perhaps what i really did was timid.
but i guess quite a no. of females would do so too.
i changed my seat,
praying i would never see him ever in my life again.

i remember reading something regarding these creatures..
insulting us women, in the papers a couple days ago.
and now, it seems i was a victim already.

in my opinion, the sale of digital cameras should be banned from all MEN. big time.

face it men, get a hold of yourselves.
and,
most women would be quite embarrassed to relate such a thing to others.
in fact, it's so darn common, yet it's never broguht up, it's an extremely sad case.
i wish with all my might that...
MEN WILL NEVER GET AWAY...
with unacceptable behaviour.