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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finally i've got something!
okay, i've been telling some friends that i've absolutely nothing going in,
explaining why i constantly end up resent with a few words,
followed by a closed the window.

now, i've got somethin before i forget.
here goes.
zach and i were heading home from vivocity last night on the public bus.
the thing with public transport?
what else but smelly people, irritating people who blast music from their mobiles, etc.

yesterday was one of those bad bus days.
there were only 2 other people when we boarded the bus,
but there was a sour smell towards the rear.

in a few stops,
two aunties had to sit right behind us and a gush of glue smell ran up our nostrils.
i figured it was the old man's belongings beside him.
maybe he had just pieced his wooden stool or something and the glue was drying.

and in another few stops,
some very black indian youngsters came up and sad further at the back of zach and i,
and i cant help but say their odour had overpowered the entire bus.
great.

and one of them had to play some loud indian songs on his loud hailing mobile,
while everyone else suffered in silence.
how perfectly unpleasant could a bus ride get.
i smelt the windows,
while zach became a mummy.

the only good thing was that the driver sped as if it were his road.
and i simply couldn't wait till we alight.
FINALLY,
i felt like i had reached heaven once we got off that hell bus that was too much for us to take,
and i glanced to see what were those 2 aunties doing at the back.
their heads were facing the ground and so i assumed they were snoozing.

and as if he read my mind like a book,
Zach said, "Those aunties were sniffing glue."
"What?! Serious ah?" i asked, surprised by his observation skills.
"Yea, anyway we've fresh air now," he replied.

and i agree totally.

you know, i had something else to type about but i've forgotten.
might as well.

toodles.