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 felt that money came easy when I first started working.
I could easily earn 5 months worth of allowance by picking up phone calls and sending out courier.
Then my second job made me realize how I disliked promoting.
And my third gave me the chills of office politics.

I gave lil' thought about the money my first job offered me.
Hey, it was good alright, but if in any case i were to live on my own with goddam utility bills and rents to pay,
dowright broke i'll be.

In short, I don't think I wanna grow another year older and step into the real society.

The truth is, I wonder how pressurizing it'll be when i start working officially.

Anyway,
I've heard stories, many in fact.

Let's just name her 'she'.

She graduated from one of the finest universities,
and i mean even if it's not a fine one,
you're a uni grad for pete's sake.
then she fell in love with a european and they got married soon after.
and for decades after she graduated,
she never got a job.
God, fyi she ain't wealthy and neither is her husband.
and now that her father has not a very mild illness,
she ain't workin either.
he succumbed to borrowing huge sums from people.

her hands, legs and organs all intact and is one hell of a healthy woman.

I do not understand her reasons for not going to work when she is a uni grad and has absolutely no money to cure her father's illness.

man, if ever one of my maternal family members finds out i've got a blog and have written this entire chunk,
i'll probably be diced for giving away too much information,
and not being very respectful either.
still, i want her to be a reminder to myself and to you too,
to be someone useful in life.