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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you had been my inspiration and that i thank you.
because of you, my thoughts are filled with generousity,
what passion has spoken,
what emotion has driven.
what words have arrived,
what sadness has derived.


There was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality......
It was just my imagination


There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
It's the greatest thing from the man above
The game I used to play
I've always put my cards upon the table
Let it never be said that I'd be unstable......
It was just my imagination.


when he was there, i understood he could lie.
when he wasn't there, i understood he had lied.
being there or not there, he did lie.
at each moment, everyone sat silently, trying to respect us.
till the deep end, he hasn't spoken my name.


i am selfish,
i am wrong,
i am right,
i swear i am right.
i swear i knew it all along,
but i'm clinging on so well,
i am overwhelmed,
isolated is so.


his memory of me is paper thin.
he could just let me slip away,
and not coming back ever.
so why does he come back?


i'm left the same.
i swear i knew it all along.
affirmation - insufficient with cheap talks & no action.
acceptance - purely verbal & not in reality.
he says it all when he says nothing at all.


too many trials i could never define.
i want to thank you for giving the best days of my life.


then again,
learn,
to put no faith in any human.


I...
giving him much of pride,
giving him many chances,
giving him the roles of the hero,
i blame no one for how discarded i feel.


i've learnt to depend on me.
never to walk in anyone's shadow.
and no matter what he has taken from me,
he cannot take away my dignity.


i have decided long ago,
if i succeed,
at least i live as i believed.


what he's thinking -
totally predictable.
it's no big deal.
i swear i knew it all along.


he can't change me,
i'm no angel.
i'm who i am.
if he's unhappy,
say it straight.
and then leave.
don't you agree?


i don't remember leaving him behind,
i don't remember treating him unkind.
he understands.
neither of us are to be blamed.


sweet beginnings with bitter endings,
i keep comparing,
he's always winning.
now that i proclaim he's left me,
i pray - no more returning.