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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it sucks when my character is questioned.
or maybe i feel that it is so.
i don't take initiatives.
right, so am i wrong?
or is it because of their character that wants me to do so?

%&#!(*)!@&@!

i am me.
i am janel.
why do you question my ability when i have put in the effort to communicate,
but you feel i have put in the least,
or perhaps none.

i so f'kin hate it when i cannot flare up,
because he will flare up because i flared up.

i say i can count to one,
and you say you can count to ten if i tried to count to one.

i must stay calm and rational and cannot start stabbing a voodoo doll,
if i do so, i will be shouted at, and accused of being irrational.
i feel the anger, but i am in no position to be so,
because he will be angry because i am angry.

men.
they never understand, do they?
or maybe only i, understand myself.