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:
working on the path Sunday, March 22, 2009 2:20 PM
just in general,

i think many things that people do are relatively stupid.
not saying i'm very clever, but please do things logically.

i think some questions people ask are stupid too,
not saying i'm clever again,
but please think before you ask.

it's not like you're a 3 year old kid tat's still learning right from wrong.
you'll look like you're trying to test my intelligence,
at the same time insulting your own.

sincerely appreciate that.

anyway, some stupid people from school do stupid things.

one fine day, i felt like i'm was in the stupidest situation ever.
i got a stupid fever doing the stupid work,
and i wonder if i would ever be stupid again.
it's all the stupid people's fault.

oh well, the work has passed,
but my body is still feeling weird.
aches and fever, on and off.

hmm,
a lecturer was talking about something interesting the other day.
this degree we're taking gives us the opportunity to start at the managerial post.
a diploma, an executive post.
and he says we have to see what we're doing in 10 years time, a director?

now that's a fantabulous aspiration of mine (:
don't say i aint having goals in my life anymore.
i know what i'm doing.
i hate people who say i have no life.
so just fuck off and fix your own bloody life.

okay,
and so, i may see myself happily married with two kids,
and in the meantime managing my career and family relatively well.
before i'm 35, i'll be director of some company.
now now, this is no dream.
and sheesh, don't even try to be critical.
or i'll smack your mouth.

anyway, he also said taking a masters is gonna be PAIN,
and he knows taking a bachelor's degree is painful enough.
well yea, but we'll forget about the pain soon enough. i mean it's worth it.

next year i'll be joining the corporate world,
work five to 6 years, perhaps dropping the idea of joining SIA,
cus service probably ain't my thing.
join some booming industry before the banking industry comes back.

one thing so bad about being a female is that the youth time is freaking short.
okay, unless you're born with a silver spoon.
you've gotta work and earn the money for a bachelor and masters,
you gotta get married and give birth,
and bloody hell, you gotta raise the kid your whole life,
now that needs money-again.
you probably can't be a proper career woman with all that family thing going on.
you might have to give up your booming career 'cus of your kids? man...
now where do you get the money?
take up some stupid part time job - sigh?

when your kid's in university,
you're job's probably more unstable due to your old age.
damn,
alright, unless you're doing your own business,
and you succeed, which is typically otherwise,
not trying to be cynical.

the above probably doesn't apply if you are married to a prince/datuk.

this is crazy.
so, the moral of the story?
life is short.
stop fooling around.
and stop dreaming about marrying a rich man.
if you really do,
rejoice.
if not, just live your damn life properly.