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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before he came over,
he got me a lil' something, an Esprit top.
it was saturday, and
i was famished by the time we got to town,
so we decided to have Swensens,
since it was already a quarter past ten,
and most restaurants were closing.

i often find myself sticking to a particular dish,
say out of ten times, nine i pick Fish & Chips.
you'll say i'm goddam boring.
perhaps i must say so myself.
but to defend myself,
other dishes could turn out disappointing anyway.

the thing about most guys,
is that they eat so fast & so furious.
and their next target?
other foodstuff on the table.
and that includes my fish & chips.

zach eats most of my chips.
and there's a funny but logical theory behind his strange habit of
eating ALL fries before his burger or anything else.
he says cold and soggy fries are the worst.
i've understood.
he'd always call for fries without salt.
because then they'll have to whip up a new batch of fries,
and we'll have 'em piping hot by then.

hmm,
there was a terrible downpour Sunday afternoon,
and i was so annoyed.
not because it poured so heavily,
but because of all time,
i had to meet zach on the bus he was already on.
and so i paced along the main road with my huge brolly,
since the entire pathway for pedestrians was flooded ankle level.
i was so irritated by all the murky water splashing till my knees,
but was rather fortunate no cars honked at me from behind,
or i'd have signalled my middle finger and throw a rock straight at his bloody window.

anyway, i got up my bus feeling like a drenched duck already,
trying its best to close up the dark blue brolly.
zach came up to help me.
and he gave me a lil' something.



it's like a book, which has chocolate in it.
neat huh.
that was good enough to get rid of all vexation the rain caused me.