let me take you on the ride of my life
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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.




deux:






trois:
amanda brendan clorine eileen erika fangqi guanyan jasline jasmine.tan jieying jieying.g joanne.g joanne.l jolyn keith lai hock lawsonn lukchuen michelle priscilla sabrina sheena shufang sihan trina vincent wanxin




Saturday, December 3, 2005 4:18 PM
today is such a good day.
and i wonder why had i agreed to resort to that kind of relaxation.
it seems i need more prioritising.
i was feeling rather hungry last night.
i turned to the refrigerator to take a dried prune.
i wonder.
a fresh prune oh so crunchy, smooth & juicy.
a dried prune so dark, wrinkled & soft.
somehow they both are still sweet.
the young.
the old.
the gap we all turn to overlook.

i wasn't the only one in the dungeon.
to hear of nothing but the beating of the others.
to see of nothing but the gore of the beatings.
to touch of nothing but the blood of the gore.
i had never seen such wretchedness in his eyes before.

alas

he was so last summer.
he destroyed his very own image.
he resorted to all sorts of nonsense,
making a nuisance of himself.
he was the meanie.
the impair just became a part of him every single second;
a side i never thought would appear.

he was so competent at every task.
he would fight for the best in everything.
but
i actually saw the flowers fall and dry.
and only the agony we see.

well, my o my.
i was able to achieve something like picking up lecture notes.
miserably not anymore.
i frankly thought i would have the drive for
a thing or two today.
maybe not.

rather, a gloomy day it is indeed.
found out about contradictory at the end of the day.