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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FUCK
i'm supposed to be really angry with myself.
and i really am.
i didn't manage to answer lester's call just now.
and all thanks to the dumb ass system,
i didn't get a tp date in january or february nor march!
by the time i checked the dates,
and i saw a march slot.
and all were grabbed like gold bars on the floor.
darn.
all because of a few seconds,
i missed the chance.


and since lester managed to get his tp date on 24th jan,
i guess he wouldn't be too bothered about refreshing the test dates as much anymore.
sigh.
i'm no lucky kid.
my parents aren't either.
luck's hereditary.
to hell with luck and karma.
i've had hard nights dreaming about the tp dates.
in fact they should be considered nightmares.


to hell with my luck.
i'm losing hope already.
i wonder why am i so hard on this entire thing.
but i know if i don't get an earlier date,
he'll be hollering for all i know.
i won't let him know about this incident,
unless he sees this entry or lester tells him.
i feel so fucked up about this entire thing.
GRRRRR
it's all zach's fault for
i feel i'm losing the life of my own.