let me take you on the ride of my life
un:
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.




deux:






trois:
batam Monday, January 28, 2008 8:27 PM
we went to do some voluntary work at Batam yesterday.
with chris and his mom (auntie martha)
and 20 over more church friends.

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a ferry took us over and the weather was beautiful,
the sun was warm and lovely
plus that strong wind,
it was amazing.

then a bus took us to st. aloysius church,
where auntie martha and I attended mass with everyone,
and chris went over with a few others to cook for over 200 people!

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we watched the people perform,
with their hearts.

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sundays are when the people attend mass and wear their best set of clothes.
they look so happy living their lives.

when the children were given stationeries like sharpeners,
they treasured them like nothing else mattered.

so meaningful it was, to see their smiles.