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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i thought that maybe all that swimmin' had given me a fairly great chocolate tan,
but by night fall i felt like a giant lobster.
like a red crustacean that lives not the ocean floor,
but in my case, on land.
my arms were the color of riped red tomatoes.
and at the slightest pressure on those patches of delicate red skin,
any normal living thing would just yell.
till now, i can't help it but smack on more globs of moisturiser.

still, i love it when we talk in the pool,
listening to each other talk about everything under that scorching sun.
then when he swims ahead of me,
i look intently at those broad shoulders,
thinking about his great strength whenever he piggy backs me.

he reads me like a book,
and it sometimes makes me tear a bit from my guilt.
that he cares so much.
let's just say,
no one would really care about where i'd hang my towel,
and as i toss them onto the table unknowingly,
he takes it and hangs it up so it doesn't crease and damps the table.

he's not someone whom i'd be cautious of what i'd say or do next,
for i can be whoever i want to be, with him.
he's not someone who makes me feel i'm always at fault,
and he likes listening to me when i talk too much.

hmmm,
have you ever read a book and it's so good,
till you feel you exist in it,
and all mixed emotions start to churn out?
it's when that sort of emotion leaves you in that state that even after the story ends,
it lingers on.

it's that book i just read, Bleed by Laurie Faria Stolarz.

sometimes i wish people would give each other a fair chance to explain things.
everytime i dream of something so unrelated to my current situation,
it makes me wonder if i wasted my time through those bad times.

oh well,
it was that dark night when all else fails to cheer me up,
and that gloomy aura surrounded me.
i detected a prominent figure right in front of me.
i wished i was drunk at that point of time to blurt out problems that co-existed.
but somehow he lived up to his name,
and i couldn't being myself to do so.
not even if i was really drunk, i think.