a flower is an educated weed

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:

Tuesday, August 1, 2006 10:22 PM

we had pizza in class.

that's the kind of tutor i'm talking about.

he has left one of the best impressions.

haha.

i can be so realistic.

well, some teachers aren't that bad either.

talkin' bout teachers,

i was chatting with yining about this particular teacher.

no doubt she brags and thinks she's a whole lot smarter than most of us.

simply disgusted to my wits.

i find her the 101 biased tutor.

no wonder she tore her muscle-karma.

you know,

i haven't heard this in such a long time,

"You bored or frustrated can give me a call!"

and chris just said it.

well, people are dead busy.

or just too bothered with their own lives?

from the great no. of SMSes in secondary school days,

to the dead handphone nowadays.

how ironic it seems that we're more dependent on mobility.

the good side?

that saves money altogether.

from time to time,

i've got to keep calming myself down.

people are getting on my nerves again.

know why?

during that ride on the bus,

i was erupting already like the volcano.

after i got down that bus,

my larva shot out like hell.

i ranted away in my boyfriend's listening ears.

he noticed that asshole testing my patience too.

that white haired bespectacled asshole was impatient.

i tell you what, impatient!

the bus was somewhat packed you see.

i was hanging on to the rocky bus and the asshole pressed the Bus Stopping bell.

he squeezed his enormous belly outta the way and said 'Excuse me' to me several times.

my face acknowledged his darn excuse me so obviously.

and my actions were definitely of trying to balance before i let my hand go off the railing.

that was supposed to be blocking the asshole.

he told me to hold on to the other railing!

darn; like who was he to order me.

was he so worried a few meters would affect his money deducted.

or even worse,

it's as though i wouldn't let him get down the bus a few seconds later or

the driver would close the back door at a speed of lightning.

damn the kan chiong man.

he should have a shorter life!

why had i not yelled at him?

perhaps "WAIT LAH!" could send him scrambling off the bus or keep him silent at least.

i can't stand myself fuming just because of the asshole.

sometimes i don't wanna be like that.

i dread these kind of people.

okay, lets forget about this awful incident.

i sometimes wished i had the power to tell people off.

a great e.g would be...

people i hate gets zillion times hell.

HAHA!

i feel the animosity between many people and i.

okay, i'm not the most social or outgoing kinda girl,

but i'm fine with who i am.

there are just people who know me more than

the impression of hostility anyways.

ciao