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		Saturday, October 20, 2007 It's been a while Hello (And that's a rhetorical greeting, I assume, since nobody probably reads this blog anymore on purpose). I have little to relate myself to my Tequila Sunset personality here. She had been consumed by self-destructing imagined love. But her devious nature is still alive in me, I guess. Now, for the juicy spills even my boyfriend would never know... 1. Godo With dual citizenship. intelligent, charming, nice smile... separated, foolishly wears his ID around all the time with the card falling gracefull at the base of his bulging tummy, with two kids. dated once... I really didn't know what I was thinking. hehehe. He had with him his driver. Ugh. How spoiled could that be. 2. Honey Yup, we did it. But he doesn't have to know, he doesn't have to... It doesn't matter now anyway. 3. Indian1 And I even forget his name. So much for this almost-cute guy. He didn't even finish high school and i bet he couldn't speak English that much. 5-6 person, yup, the typical Indian you see riding bikes around Cebu. But he was young though, sorta impishly attractively. He was fun to text to for a while, while it lasted. 4. Indian2 #3's friend. I also forgot his name. same-same description, just that this person is not as attractive. But i think this one's more intelligent though. 5. Indian3 Worked at the call center i worked for for a month. Ugh, the guts he had to invite me in his office so that we could privately chat there! As if. Ugly. Horrible smell. But educated though. Can be an ugly flirt, chancing pud gamay. 6. Hans Alta sociedad! Mao ra na siya. Sometimes I fantasize being a mistress of such a prolific figure. hahaha. 7. Mr. Manager Tough cookie to crack. One of the most sought-after eligible bachelor around the call center arena. Hmm, he's single again... Let the games begin. Ladies, ready set go! ¶ 9:32 AM (0) comments
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