let me take you on the ride of my life
un:
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:
riducule Sunday, July 30, 2006 9:57 AM
the last thing i would have done today was to wake up early at 9am.
i was back in the wee hours at a lil' past 4am.
i didn't think my dad would wake up at my
already silent tip toes to say i'm disrespectful and ridiculous.
we barely talk and what sad words i heard.
we should have bought a house where the master bedroom's furthest away from the main door.
damn - my parents are such light sleepers.
i wished i had tickets to europe right now.
i seriously don't mind trading the last day of my life.

just as why men don't understand women,
i don't understand my boyfriend sometimes.
i'm getting the jitters whenever something upsets him.
and that reason is supposing me.
darn i hate that feeling.
but sometimes i think way back,
and it's not like i'm unfaithful
with some other guy.
in other words, i just hate that wronged feeling.
shyt.

i remember the younger days when we all were seeking our identity.
even though i might have grown out of that identity seeking age,
i still doubt myself sometimes.
it's infuriating.
i'm dreaming of a real success,
but please don't tell me to start by studying.

you know,
i haven't been a fan of vulgarities,
especially when they come out of a lady's mouth,
it's down right appalling.
it's someone i saw last night you see.

but...
i love playing with thoughts in my head,
while kicking back in a tranquil place,
wishing i could forever be barred from Noise.

so long now.