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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awaken by mozzie bites or construction, i was not.
but by the honks of a car.
fuck that driver - mad person man,
male or female, i do not care.

honking at constant rythm wasn't funny,
nor did it sound like music to my ears, or rather, anyone's.
it was just plain irritating!
i had the urge to grab the bb gun and shoot it in his/her arse,
but realised i hadn't one.
dreadfully disappointing.
instead, i went on to check my mobile for any SMS,
and it took me a few minutes to remember the results were out.

wouldn't it be a pleasant surprise from someone,
lets just say Zach,
to have breakfast ready for me
(though i almost never wake up before noon; it's just an analogy.)
while i check my mobile for my year end results,
would have been so ideal.

fuming with irritation still, at the mad driver,
i clicked 'open' to view the SMS.

i had always been lucky, academic wise.
well, i would have been a millionaire if it were TOTO wise, no?
anyway,
i was like a few others who threws the dice in the exam halls,
well, not literally,
but i loved guessing games.
and so we then obtain what they call the luckiest answer to fill in the blanks.

unfortunately, my results proved my luck quite wrong.
or was i expecting an 'F' to surface all along.

eventually it did.
and i definitely wasn't quite pleased with my faint light of luck on results day.
but by weighing the odds,
in addition of that particular exam which saw me leaving the hall an hour early,
was probably one other reaon for me not to mull over an 'F'.

i went online to check on my grade point average,
and messenger signed me in to the 'appear offline' mode.
the first thought about being 'online' would have to be people interrogating you.
"What's your GPA?"
"Passed?"
ain't it a nuisance?

and somehow people decided to give me peace,
when i tested my luck of changing my status to 'online',
and so i grew calmer and was especially glad at the same time,
before anyone comes honking again.

time for breakfast people,
bon matin!
or should i say,
good morning!