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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was at the bank saturday morning,
and i was getting rather impatient, to be waiting for more than an hour.
i succumbed entirely and played games on my boyfriend's new mobile.
a spoilt brat sat down beside him,
and all of a sudden he was whacking an old malay man with a stack of papers.
wtf.
how frequent had i seen such an audacous kid?
almost never to this extend of audacity!

i couldn't keep my eyes off them, or rather, no one could.
all were wondering where the fuck was the boy's mother.
i had to sympathise with this senior citizen.
or maybe i spoke too soon,
as after numerous strikes,
the exasperated man gripped the brat's hand,
snatched the papers and crushed them with his left palm.
and finally a madam chatting on her mobile appeared.
shocked at the sight,
she pulled the boy away and questioned him for his actions.
it turned out the boy believed the old man had taken his school bag.

who in the world would steal freakin' school bag with toys in em' ?

and so the mother went in search for it,
to realise it was under the boy's seat.
so it seemed that the brat had made a blunder that caused him to WHACK anyone he suspects,
and was somehow brought up to be extremely wary of others.
or rather,
just too extreme.

the mother?
took him by the ear and directed him to apologise.
she must have been down right mortified.
it would have been very pleasant for me to be able to slap him right there.