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 like that Sony Erricson W880i commercial
'cus it gives me that feeling that's somewhat bizarre yet so serene.

anyway,
my long time no see trustworthy girlfriend just rang me up after her night class.
we haven't seen each other in years,
let alone bump into one another in this small lil' city.
i wrote to her a few days back,
and by counting the days, she could be receiving my card today.
and so i thought she dropped me an SMS because she'd read it.
but no.
she saw my card only when she was back home.

i can only say it must be some sort of brilliant coincidence.

remember the days when you used to write to your best friend
and fold it into a funny shape,
even though she was in your class?
it just seemed like that was the way the both of you could tell secrets and gossip about anything.

well,
mine's no other than that trustworthy girlfriend who just rang me up.
normanisa, that is.
i just know true friends are there.

between certain friends,
there's that animosity.
and a possibility you'll never quite keep in contact again.
i'm not sure if people forget friends,
but i know it doesn't happen so easily unless he/she didn't treat you like one in the first place.