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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linda knocking the door of a public toilet was hilarious.
it wasn't a toilet with only one cubical.
she just happened to TRY to be polite.
sab & i laughed.
so many happy things happens with friends at school,
as compared to working in the office.


i feel the years coming on me.
i'm sounding like what my mom would say.
they tell me i've got the looks of a successful business woman.
my future holds hope.
I hope.
but of all the jobs i've had, i fancy none.
i don't feel like i'm not easily adaptable,
but rather, i feel i go to work feeling lifeless.


sometimes the inside of me,
especially the brain, feels like it's deteriorating.
weakening as the number of days are passing by.
i want to use the brain,
to reach my fantastic goals.
for creativity and quality,
not things which are all die-die must do(s).
e.g earning money.
but somehow, we're all measured by how intelligent we are.
how motivated we are.
how high our education is.
dreadful.


well, a tutor of mine was rude to me just yesterday.
perhaps that was how i perceived from his tone of talking to me.
i knew i wasn't very polite from my gesture and facial expression.
afterall he had stared hard and with his forceful tone - fish.
i felt i should stop going to his class.
then i felt who the hell was he to test my EQ.
so, i sat through the lesson and let my hatred for him ease into my why the hell should i bother about you attitude.
i knew he wasn't going to make my grades good if i were to show i detest him.
people are that sensitive.
he didn't look me in the eye afterwards.
balding mid age man
p.s. why do balding men not shave all.
face it up man, you're thin on top.
i am so ashamed to have this tutor.


i adore tutors who like me.
impartial ones.
not biased ones.
who doesn't.