Tequila's Sunset

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	Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies, I say, It's in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't jump or shout about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud. It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, The palm of my hand, The need for my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. --- Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman All About Me My name is Tequila Sunset, 21 years of age, and that's just all that I can tell you about my real identity. Of course you can always wait for my picture here, if you're patient enough. Once you read me through my posts though, I think you would know me more than most of my common friends would ever find out about me all these years. I have bared myself here, poured my heart, ranted, and whined. I long for my Honey's kiss, but hmmm... nah! evil grin I luuv chocolates and I use food for comfort. And that's attested by my gaining 7 pounds and 2 more inches in waistline. I like starting projects but I could not seem to find a way to finish them. I am a big procastinator and I have a lot of whims. Not that I'm not doing anything to better myself everyday. I am a soul searcher and trouble finder. It is not so much as me being a skirmisher, it's more because of my strong personality and even more sharper wit. This is not ego-tripping, this is but the truth. My joys are simple. All I need is someone to love me truly, with no hangups nor prior commitments. I love cuddles and hugs. Enjoy and read moderately. Lately Write Time My single picture post Can somebody kill me please? So... what now? Is it goodbye again? 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Credits Design: Blogfrocks Powered by Blogger Image hosted by Photobucket		Thursday, April 21, 2005 He seems intent on not ruining his little precious time here in Cebu arguing with me. He has successfully dispelled any of my possible attempts at minor disputes just for the sake of it. Of course silly me would reason out my own inconsistencies at the fact that I am getting extra hormones which is always upsetting my balance... but I doubt if he believes it really. He's just being extra patient with me now. I don't exactly know for sure why he's being too kind, and yet I don't want to find out, too. Either he merely pities me or truly still loves me, still it would hurt, so yeah, I don't want to know the reason why he's acting this way. To even consider the latter possible reason is hard to take in! ¶ 2:47 AM (0) comments Tuesday, April 19, 2005 A 'lil reminiscing here... (this one's for Cake! hehehe) Laughter in the RainNeil Sedaka(N.Sedaka/P.Cody) Strolling along country roads with my baby It starts to rain, it begins to pour Without an umbrella we're soaked to the skin I feel a shiver run up my spine I feel the warmth of her hand in mine Oo, I hear laughter in the rain Walking hand in hand with the one I love Oo, how I love the rainy days And the happy way I feel inside After a while we run under a tree I turn to her and she kisses me There with the beat of the rain on the leaves Softly she breathes and I close my eyes Sharing our love under stormy skies Oo, I hear laughter in the rain Walking hand in hand with the one I love Oo, how I love the rainy days And the happy way I feel inside I feel the warmth of her hand in mine Oo, I hear laughter in the rain Walking hand in hand with the one I love Oo, how I love the rainy days And the happy way I feel inside Oo, I hear laughter in the rain Walking hand in hand with the one I love Oo, how I love the rainy days And the happy way I feel inside (repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and fade) ¶ 4:36 AM (0) comments
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