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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i thought it was all a misculculation,
but i realised there wasn't any room for negotiation.
i looked towards the wall of glass that offered a view of cloudless sky,
and guess i might just as well be one of those friends who goes filtered through those sieves of theirs.

i still can't get over the fact that we no longer hang out,
but perhaps having me around would be too much of a comfort to anyone.
i set myself into my comfortably into the chair,
and i've somewhat lost what all seemed to be nothing but fun.

some people appear smug and restored to me,
while others make me feel like i'm someone vulnerable.
even though how hard i ball my fist to appear strong,
they still twist me around their finger like there's nothing wrong.

somehow, it's the people who club as often as getting a bath.
like some girl i used to know back then was normally subtle,
and lately she's gone wild and it's bad enough to risk embarassing herself.
it's was mortifying knowing she was once a friend of mine.

being crowded ass to ass at a table in a club,
where entertainment included music that threatened the eardrums,
probably isn't my idea of a good time.
perhaps this sense of wrongness is simply the vast gulf i feel between all people and i.