<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364</id><updated>2011-10-02T12:59:46.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Tsokolate</title><subtitle type='html'>Who died and made you boss?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-2624618694945185045</id><published>2008-02-18T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:11:14.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EB (Eye Ball)</title><content type='html'>Was texting a couple of guys for possible EB last night.  One of them seemed really nice and wanted to come over to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His text messages revealed little about the guy I was supposed to meet.  I am normally able to at least generate a rough idea of the guy I'm meeting through reading their text messages.  I would know if they are rude, manyak, bastos, mabait, or even manloloko.  But that didn't happen last night.  Partly because he kept his text messages to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finalized everything and decided we'd meet outside Ministop Manda.  I wore a cap, a jacket, and my favorite pair of jeans.  I wanted to look good tonight.  Although I normally do not exert such effor on my previous EB's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took around 30 minutes for us to finally meet.  When I texted him I was already outside Ministop, he texted me that he was outside my place. I walked back to my place and sent him a message asking where he is.  He replied saying he was riding a trike parked near my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached the parked trike with caution.  The place was kinda dark and I was already thinking horrible thoughts.  But they were all for naught.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally stood face to face with Chong Kee.  No, that isn't his real name but that was what he told me when we were still exchanging messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was tall, my guess is around 6feet flat.  He looked really young.  Smooth, fair skin, chinky eyes, F4 inspired hair.  Chong Kee was a gorgeous guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he started telling me he was straight.  Look, I have no problem with straight guys, but I have never considered having sex with them.  Simply because I do not wish to pay for sex.  My experience has taught me that you never get to bed with a straight guy withour paying them, or at least brinbing them with something of value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited Chong Kee to my place and went straight to the roofdeck.  I brought with me cans of redhorse beer and a pack of marlboro lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His was a typical story.  He said he was from Tondo and he was a son of a prostitute.  His father is chineses which explains the way he looks.  He has a girlfriend that he got pregnant and is currently staying with him in his mother's place in Tondo.  he is 19 but has yet to finish HighSchool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would normally write off such stories as plain BS.  But something in Chong Kee's face made me believe they were true.  I guess the romantic in me wanted to believe they were true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I didn't want to ahev sex with him, not like this... and he understood.  I explained that I would always prefer having sex with somebody "not straight" because at the end of it all, the complications are very minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he was very sleepy and wanted to sleep.  Against my better judgment, I let him sleep in my room, beside me in my bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued talking until I fell asleep.  I did remeber him asking for "pamasahe" because sleep claimed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling disoriented, and with Chong Kee gone.  My initial thought was he had already robbed me (I'm sorry, that was the annoying thought that had been nagging me since we met).  But all my valuables are still in-tact. he most certainly could have left taking my phone with him since it was just beside me but he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted him and this was his reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for treating me like a friend.  i'm sorry you didn't want to do IT with me.  I would have liked it.  Too bad you wanted bi-guys more...take care..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my eyes burn and the thing I know, they were already brimming with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in-love with Chong Kee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-2624618694945185045?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2624618694945185045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=2624618694945185045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/2624618694945185045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/2624618694945185045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/eb-eye-ball.html' title='EB (Eye Ball)'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-1572182212619312585</id><published>2008-02-17T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:36:42.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After 2 weeks of primping up for an all-guy singles party, finally the day I was so looking forward to came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party venue is in an obscure resort in Bacoor, Cavite. The text invitation I got said that the party starts at 8pm. I was already getting ready at 4pm. To say that I was/am so excited is an understatement. I am beyond excited, I am exhilirated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5pm, me and Bato were on our way to SM Manila, where we were suppose to meet up. I have already texted a couple of guys and most of them were gracious enough to send me a reply, but the person who was supposed to meet us up in SM Manila was no where in sight. That should have told given me an idea of what's in store, but ever the optimist, I decided to still give it a go. Nothing changes my mind onceI have it made up, well at least most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride to Bacoor was smooth. I was sleeping the whole time. My ordeal started when we got to SM Bacoor. From the instructions given, we were supposed to look for a multicab that will bring us to Jolibee Molino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when we had to fall in line just to board the cab. The line is amazingly long. At that moment, I was already considering going home, but we have come this far and there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the multicab, my inner bitch started rearing it's ugly head. The space is cramped up, there isn't even enough leg room. I didn't know Cavite could be so backward. Multicab? Why not FX, or a van. Why this sorry excuse for a vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want my inner bitches to ruin what could be a potentially fun night so I endured the hour long trip. The road was bumpy and uneven. The air reeks of dust and the ride is plain horrible. Despite all that, I kept my cool and resided my mantra "I will not lose patience" "I will not lose patience"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have helped and the thing I know we were already in Jolibee Molino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to the loo to wash up. I felt all dirty and grimy. My wet ones helped made me feel cleaner, but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the loo, a promising view unfolded. A cute guy, tsinito, anime-inspired hair, and glutathaione-fair skin was taking a leak. I already knew he was going to the same party. I would have wanted to see more of HIM but hygiene first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ahd dinner and promptly texted the person who was supposed to pick us up from there. He texted that he was on his way so we decided to wait for him outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, I saw a couple more guys. none of which are potentially good-looking. I sighed and brought myself a pack of marlboro lights. I am really starting to get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lighting my first stcik when I got a text from the guy. He said he was already there. We met up with him and he introduced us to the other guys. He said we had to wait for the others who were also going with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour has pissed and I was already visibly pissed. I asked him how much longer do we need to wait. He must have sensed my wratch stirring so he took his mobile out, dialled some number and within 2 minutes, you guess it, another multicab arrived to picked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 6 of us inside but we never spoke to each other. So much for meeting new friends there eh. The trip was thankfully short and we finally made it to the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort was small. Like literally. There were a couple of guys there but much like inside the multicab, everybody went about their own thing. It felt like being in a party that was never a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours stretched and it was more of the same. After the introduction part. I was already so bored I decided to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a bad party...but it wasn't great as well. I ended up regretting even making that decision. all my painstaking efforts to make sure I look hot and sexy for the party went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: if you want to party go to Malate instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-1572182212619312585?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1572182212619312585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=1572182212619312585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/1572182212619312585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/1572182212619312585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/bummed.html' title='Bummed!'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-515552762776417993</id><published>2008-02-10T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:41:24.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Horniness IS a Crime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love Sarah Michelle Gellar.  Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a recording she supposedly made for her film SouthLand Tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The title of the song is Teen Horniness is not a Crime, a Britny-ish pop song that unapologetically parodizes teen sex.  The song is catchy and in no time I was addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, my dear Sarah is soo wrong.  Teen Horniness is indeed a crime.  Case in point, an acquaitance of mine went to a CR in MRT Station.  Inside, he saw a guy, barely past 18 years old.  The young guy looked at my friend and motioned him to join him inside the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;It could have been a scene right out of my favorite Jeff Stryker porn.  The guy was groping my friend and was excitedly tugging the zipper of his pants down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then came a knock on the cubicle door. The janitor must have seen both of them enter the cubicle together and alerted the MRT security.  My hapless friend was taken, together with the guy to the mall security.  They asked for his id and threatened my friend that they'll have his parents bail him out of there.  Thankfully my friend still had P100 with him.  He offered this to the security when they started asking that he give them his mobile phone.  I dunno, maybe the guards just needed money to buy coffee so they took the money and let my friend go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My friend was shaking while relating his ordeal to me in ChowKing Starmall.  He looked really pale, and seemd to have aged 5 years in such a short time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was both humorous, and scary as well.  My friend could have been subjected to utmost shame by forcibly outing himself to his parents had the guards decided to contact them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How many dangers such as this must we face till we learn our lesson. Yes, public sex hold a horrid thrill to it, but, at the end of the day, is it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, SMG, Teen Horniness is indeed a Crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-515552762776417993?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/515552762776417993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=515552762776417993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/515552762776417993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/515552762776417993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/teen-horniness-is-crime.html' title='Teen Horniness IS a Crime!'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-2664077404282910049</id><published>2008-02-08T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:42:40.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate FLYFF...Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;@%&amp;amp;*#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whoa! That feels good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imagine skipping work and losing a days salary and just waste the entire day doing nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That is exactly what happened today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feigned sickness so I can get off from work and level my character in preparation for her 2nd job change and what do I get!? Server maintenance that lasted the entire day and still counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so pissed! No, I'm beyond pissed! I'm uber-pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gotta check the website again, maybe it's online now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If not, I would need a new keyboard by tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-2664077404282910049?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2664077404282910049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=2664077404282910049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/2664077404282910049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/2664077404282910049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hate-flyffnot.html' title='I Hate FLYFF...Not!'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-3796582783434200931</id><published>2008-02-08T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:41:33.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ever since we had our first tv way back 1986, I have always adored Marya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still remember my mom and me preparing dinner early every tuesday night just so we can all finish eating before 8pm. By then, nobody would ever dare lay a finger on the tuner(remotes weren't available yet, well at least with out tv).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and mom would sit beside each other and say nothing. We were both entranced by Marya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remember the falling leaves on her OBB, her different hairstyles, her "model pose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the show starts. And for the next hour, my mom and me would sit quietly and take in all the Maricel Soriano we can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When the show is over, then reality begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Until now, I am still a fan. Although I was never one to follow her around in shootings, I however religiously collect magazines with her on the cover. I would then lovingly file them under my bed after reading, had it not flooded in our place, I would still have the magazines in top condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I adored Marya with each of the roles she tackles. But it through her movies that I adored her more. I remember watching Super Inday and the Golden Bibe, and laugh everytime she opens her mouth. My dad does not approve but hey, it's Maricel were talking about, I'd trade my dad for a chance to know her more. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, after hundreds of Maricel Soriano starrer, me and my mom remain a Maricel Soriano fan. Just recently, I gave my mom a dvd copy of Inang Yaya and re-established our bond watching it, crying over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At the end of the day, when my work disconnects me from my mom, I know that only Maricel Soriano can link us back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love Maricel Soriano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-3796582783434200931?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3796582783434200931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=3796582783434200931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/3796582783434200931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/3796582783434200931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/loving-mary.html' title='Loving Mary'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-2054427262116589317</id><published>2008-02-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:29:40.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tale Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60eE889cXI/AAAAAAAAABs/51FIZTWeY0Y/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164817418093949298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60eE889cXI/AAAAAAAAABs/51FIZTWeY0Y/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had you taken the chance to check my profile, you would have read that I keep a collection of my old fairytale &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pigv4bOQNAs/RmAXRWU3MoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3Gr9R4Skni4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, that's true, I have a seizable collection of fairytale books. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella, even Jack and the Beanstalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It must have been a happy coincedence that my brother was born 8 years after I was. I had the chance to keep my precious collections and not pass them him, but seeing the my brother is very straight, I dont think he would liked them anyways. He skipped the reading page and proceeded to handling real guns and stuff but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like the princesses in the fairytales, I too dreamt of a prince. I dreamt of being swept off my feet and hied away to a kingdom far far away, where we both will live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Contrary to this though. I ended up getting involved with frogs instead of princes'. I kissed every single one of them, hoping one of them might turn out to be the prince I dreamed about for long.&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, all of them remained as frogs, and now, I have a whole pond of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, older and perhaps smarter, I realized that they were never Princes' to start with. I had cops, military men, college students, highschool students, colleagues, professors even, but bever princes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm still waiting...but no longer for a prince...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm now waiting...in vain. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.s. attached is my missing Prince' pic, let me know if anybody has seen him around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-2054427262116589317?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2054427262116589317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=2054427262116589317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/2054427262116589317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/2054427262116589317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/fairy-tale-nonsense.html' title='Fairy Tale Nonsense'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60eE889cXI/AAAAAAAAABs/51FIZTWeY0Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-7576299274150649398</id><published>2008-02-06T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:59:17.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Napuyat ako kagabi.   Di kasi ako nakatulog sa nakita ko sa isang forum sa website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The guy was asking if there were any doctors around because he wanted to have his "situation" checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Curiousity got the better of me so I clicked on the thread.  Posted is a pic of his d*ck with a reddish, wound-like rashes around it's base (I'm trying to sound like a clinical expert here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was a disturbing sight...disgusting even.  Enough to make me lose sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was so disgusted I had to call a friend to yak about it all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;STD isn't disgusting.  But what it does to you is what's disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-7576299274150649398?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7576299274150649398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=7576299274150649398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/7576299274150649398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/7576299274150649398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-2056682611385163419</id><published>2008-02-04T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:45:18.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shopped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinamahan ko si Bato mag internet last night. Sabi kasi kailangan daw niya mag check ng email. carry lang kasi wala rin naman akong magawa at gusto ko maglaro ng Perfect World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bising-bisi si Bato sa pagni net while bored na bored naman ako. Wala na kasing magawa. na check ko na lahat ng website na lagi kong pinupuntahan. Filmbug ni Maricel Soriano, Philippine Entertainment Portal for news about Katrina Halili, saka ang blog ko. Wala pa ring comments but carry, I just wish I'd know if somebody reads it, maybe I have to add visitor counter para malaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako madalas mag friendster but kagabi napilitan akong mag check. Dalawang messages from friends, fan request (oh di ba may fan na ako hahaha). Walang bago. Napagdiskitahan ko tuloy na tingnan ang mga pictures ko. Grabe, napaka unphotogenic ko talaga, hayz. Everytime nagpapapicture ako, anlaki-laki ko tingnan pagkatapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang badtrip ko ay napagpasyahan kong mag explore ng pwedeing buting-tingin sa desktop ng computer ko, hanggang sa makita ko ang ADOBE Photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako marunong mag photoshop but na addict ako. Blur dito, crop doon, contrast dito, brightness dun...grabeh nakaka adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dahil nga wala akong alam, walang nangyari ss mga picture ko, until umentra si Bato. Na badtrip ata sa mga ka chat niya kaya ang pictures ko ang binalingan. In fairness, dating grapic artist si Bato and my god pagkatapos niyang dali-dalirutin ang pictures ko, bongga! Ang ganda ko na! Well, dati na rin naman akong maganda but with the magic of PhotoShop, mas lalo akong naging Diyosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, only Photoshop touches my skin! Who needs expensive dermas when all you need is Photoshop and a flick of the mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klaruhin natin ha, hindi ako niretoke ng photoshop, ini-enhance lang niya ang angkin ko ng ganda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-2056682611385163419?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2056682611385163419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=2056682611385163419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/2056682611385163419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/2056682611385163419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-shopped.html' title='Photo Shopped!'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-5754990127723648543</id><published>2008-02-03T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:33:43.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Working in a call center has it's ups and downs, and one of the downside includes the strict attendance policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In our call center, the attendance cieling is 5.5 days for probationary employees. But being a "pasaway" employee myself, I am already bordering on the threshhold.  5.5 days na rin ang absences ko.  Isa na lang and bye! bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our adventure in Fisherman's Farmer almost put an end to my career.  Pano ba naman, pag naabsent pa  ako terminated na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imagine my feeling when I woke up almost 4am kanina.  Sa Dasma pa kami mangggaling and on top of that, it's a Monday.  sa mga taga Cavite, you know how bad the traffic becomes in Bacoor is.  I was just about to give up.  Palno ko iabsent na lang talaga and accept the fact that maybe my current call center is just not for me.  Buti na lang Bato was with me, pinipilit niya ako na pumasok, to the point na nilakad namin galing sa resort papuntang highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the way, naiimagine ko na ang eksena sa dating show ni zsa Zsa Padilla.  Yung Born Diva ba yun?  Every elination week, the eliminated contestant gets to sing her final song which is "Thanks to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinimulan ko ng kantahin ang "Thanks to you."  Sinimulan ko na ring planuhin ang gagwin ko the next day.  I'll rest muna then start hunting for job the week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, what do you know.  Somebody must have a different plan for me.  bato and me made it to Manila ng 5:30.  More importantly, we made it to work with just 20 minutes late.  At least late lang, hindi absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I stopped believing in Divine Intervention a long time ago, but with what happened earlier, I should say na indeed, meron talagang Divine Intervention.  Siguro, meron pa talaga siyang plano for me sa company...maybe...just maybe...there is still hope for me na maabot ang mga plans ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank God for small miracles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-5754990127723648543?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5754990127723648543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=5754990127723648543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/5754990127723648543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/5754990127723648543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/divine-intervention.html' title='Divine Intervention'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-4253629234827321498</id><published>2008-02-03T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:46:53.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fisherman's Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60iE889cYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aI1wcmn1nVA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164821816140460418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60iE889cYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aI1wcmn1nVA/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60iFM89cZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2oxpfc_hFI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164821820435427730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60iFM89cZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2oxpfc_hFI/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60iFM89caI/AAAAAAAAACE/SNXkFvwcAYc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164821820435427746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60iFM89caI/AAAAAAAAACE/SNXkFvwcAYc/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have to write this down least I forget about it later. This is not some shameless plugging because I am not getting anything from doing this. I just want to share a really nice place me and my officemates found out last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fisherman's Farm is roughly an 1-2 hour from Manila. Nestled in the heart of Dasma, Cavite, Fisherman's Farm offers a respite from all the hustle of the city life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The resort offers rest-inducing activities such as butterfly-hunting, fishing and just luxuriating in their super-powered jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The resort offers an escape from all things modern normally found in the metropolis. Nipa cottages with floors made of bamboo built near above the surface of pond offers an exhilirating view of the entire resort. Of course, one can also resort to watching the fishes play and chase each other, fihing them out is not really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, don't get me started on their air-conditioned rooms. The room is spacious and includes two double size beds. The bedsheets and the pillow cases smell of fresh daisies. The room can accomodate around 10-15 persons becuase they also provide "banigs" for the others to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The pool is simply magnificent. There is a man-made waterfall, a small pool for kids. Connected to the small pool is a huge pool for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All the time I was there, I was thinking how the place brought out the romanticin me. It's perfect for those "time alone" with your beloved, or bonding with your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess one needs to experience the peace and serenity the place brings. If you want an alternative to your usual out-of-city adventure, please do yourself a favor and visit Fisherman's farm in Cavite. Believe me, you'll be glad you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-4253629234827321498?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4253629234827321498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=4253629234827321498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/4253629234827321498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/4253629234827321498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/fishermans-farm.html' title='Fisherman&apos;s Farm'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R60iE889cYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aI1wcmn1nVA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-6946436467202777597</id><published>2008-02-02T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:57:32.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marami kaming napag-usapan ni Greg sa may dalampasigan. Dito niya ikinwento sa akin kung pano siya umibig at nabigo sa babae. Dito rin niya inamin kung panong "curious" siya na itry ang sa "amin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marahil, marami sa inyo ang magtataas ng kilay sa sinabi ni Greg. Hindi na ako baguhan dito. dati pa man ay mas gusto ko na talaga ang straight guys kesa sa mga bi. I guess I just wanted to prove something that I myself hopefully wish for. That straight guys can really fall in-love with us. malaking kagagahan, but nakakatuwang isipin na sana...sana magkatotoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sobrang saya namin ni Greg. It was the first I have ever been with a guy na walang takot makipag holding hands. walang takot na malaman na he's with me. His staff knows na kami. My officemates know na kami. Masarap pala talaga pag hindi tinatago ang relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inaya ko si Greg na sa hotel na tinutuluyan ko na muna umuwi. Medyo malayo kasi ang inuupahan niyang bahay from Pier 1. Madalas ay madaling araw na dumadating si Greg sa hotel, but everytime he does, palagi siyang may dalang food from the bar for me. Minsan hindi ko na nararamdaman ang pagdating niya, nagigising na lamang akong katabi siya, kayakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We never did anything to consummate the relationship. It was both our choice. I wanted our relationship to be different from the others I had in the past. Several times, we were almost on the verge of doing it but we always find ourselves stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our days in Boracay were among the best days of my life. Dinala ako ni Greg sa halos lahat ng pwede naming puntahan sa Boracay. He became both my lover and my tourguide. Madalas ay kasama ko siya sa mga clients calls. He never changed. He was as sweet as he was the first time we met. Sa Boracay ko natagpuan ako kulang sa relasyon namin ng boyfriend ko sa Bacolod...hanggang isang araw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-6946436467202777597?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6946436467202777597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=6946436467202777597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/6946436467202777597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/6946436467202777597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/marami-kaming-napag-usapan-ni-greg-sa.html' title='Summer Love Part 2'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-7008795287622121099</id><published>2008-02-02T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:19:21.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kinulit ako ni Bato na magkuwento about my past relationships. Tinatanong ako how I became a such a good adviser (ehem..ehem) gayung wala naman daw siyang nabalitaan na me boyfriend akong nagtagal. Kilala na kasi ako bilang player, now, now, before you make any assumptions, clear ko lang ha. mahilig ako sa lalaki but takot ako sa commitment. When you're done reading this blog, you'd know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist borrowing a movie line from my super favorite actress Maricel Soriano. It was from her movie "Kaya kong Abutin ang Langit" (a classic, di ako nagsasawang panoorin toh sa Cinema One)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't give a damn about love, Darren (name ni William Martinez sa movie), hindi yun ang makakapagpapaligaya sa akin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganda di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm digressing na naman. So balik tayo sa story ko...about Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Greg when I was still working with Smart Communications a few years ago. Height nun ng launching ng Addict Mobile (meron pa ba nito ngayon?) and my area Supervisor requested that I join the Sales Team in Boracay dahil that time I was trained to process Smart postpaid line applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager si Greg ng Pier 1 sa Boracay. he was applying for a post paid line dati at nameet ko siay dahil doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't love at first sight (ang corny nun ha!), although me itsura naman eto. Matangkad, mga 5'10" ata, tsinito (weakness ko pa naman toh), saka anime-inspired yung hair (alam nyo yung spiky-spiky, grabeh super weakness ko rin toh). Matangos ang ilong at pinoy na pinoy ang kulay. Looking back, I can say na it was his skin color that I didn't like, i like my tsinito, spiky-haired guys maputi eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsubmit siya ng application niya and sadly hindi pasok yung income niya sa requirement namin kahit manager na siya, Provincial rate kasi ata. eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ST: I'm sorry, but I don't think we can process your application. Medyo hindi kasi pasok sa income requirement namin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw him smile. Grabeh, ang ganda ng teeth, nabulag ako sa kaputian nila, pwedeng commercial ng toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg: Awww...sayang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku, ayan na, nagpapaawa na, shit! weakness ko pa naman ang straight guys na nagpapaawa. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST: I'll see what I can do ha, but no promises, okay. Buti na lang cute ka...&lt;br /&gt;Greg: ano yun?&lt;br /&gt;ST: wala, sabi ko I'll talk to my friend muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing na my friend was also the head of the Sales Department, I had to bribe her with drinks from Hey! Jude para lang pumayag siya na i approve yung application ni Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST: okay na yung application mo, proceed ka na lang sa office namin sa station 2 to get your unit and and sim card.&lt;br /&gt;Greg: Wow! Yes! Thank you, thank you talaga!&lt;br /&gt;ST: wala yun (shit pogi pala nito)&lt;br /&gt;Greg: No, really, Thank you. Ganito na lang, why don't you and your friends drop by the bar later, open bar for you and your friends!&lt;br /&gt;ST: wow, really? nakakahiya naman.&lt;br /&gt;Greg: No, I insist. So mamya at 8pm okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na kailangang pilitin pa ang friend ko. Adik sa drinks yun eh, lalo na pag libre, isa paat least now I don't have to foot the bill sa inuman namin, saya di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinagabihan, 8:30pm na kami nakarating sa bar nila Greg. pagpasok pa lang ng bar ay sinalubong na kami ng 2 waiter nila. Ibinilin daw kami ni Greg. Sweet di ba? Saktong kakaupo pa lang namin ng dumating si Greg from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg: Wow! Buti naman nakarating kayo! kala ko kasi di kayo makakapunta eh.&lt;br /&gt;ST: Libre kasi drinks eh (pa sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napatawa ng malakas si Greg. Ewan ko lang if it was because of the lights sa bar but parang I saw him wink at me. Naku, di pa man ako nakakainom eh nag iilusyon na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suggested na i-try namin ang Bangenge, specialty drink daw nila yun. So we said yes. Naloka kami when it was served. Parang maliit na banga yung lalagyan ng drink. Masarap eto ha! In fairness, sa sobrang srap hindi ko na namalayan na nalasing na pala kaming dalawa ng friend ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umiikot na ang paningin ko sa pinaghalong kalasingan at antok, pakiramdam ko lumulutang ako at ang laki ng ulo ko. maya-maya nakita kong may inaabot sa akin si Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg: Wala ka pala eh, ambilis nyo naman nalasing. Eto, magkape ka muna para mawala ng unti ang tama mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Ang sweet niya, please Lord, me boyfriend po akong iniwan sa Manila. Ilayo nyo po ako sa tukso (kemi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 4 am na at medyo bumuti na ang pakiramdam namin ni Nat, ang friend ko. Nag aya ng umuwi si Nat at hindi na kami nakapag paalam pa ke Greg na noon ay busy sa loob ng office niya dahil magku closing na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumaan muna kami ng Hey! Jude para mag breakfast at saktong nakapasok na kami sa loob ng umulan ng malakas. Umorder kami ni Nat. Continental breakfast for me, at bacon sandwich naman kay Nat. nasa me entrance lang kami pumuwesto, nagyuyosi ako ng tapikin ako ni Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hoy! di ba si Greg yun?"&lt;br /&gt;"asan?"&lt;br /&gt;"ayun oh, tumatakbo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what prompted me to rush out ng Hey! Jude. Tinawag ko si Greg, at dahil medyo malayo na siya, we were both soaking wet ng dumating sya sa tabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg: uyy, kayo pala, ano gawa nyo dito?&lt;br /&gt;ST: pauwi na kami actually, kaya lang nag aya si Nat na kumain ng breakfast bago umuwi kaya dumaan kami dito.&lt;br /&gt;Greg: ah, ganun ba? nawala kasi kayo bigla eh, kala ko nga tinakbuhan niyo na ang bill niyo.&lt;br /&gt;ST: Waaa! We'll never do that noh! Sumabay ka na kaya muna sa amin mag breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Greg: Busog pa ako eh, kumain ako sa bar bago umuwi but sasamahan ko na lng kayo.&lt;br /&gt;ST: Buti pa, basang-basa na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papasok na kami ng bigla namang lumabas si Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat: "hoy, tapos na ako, antok na antok na gurl, mauuna na akong umuwi okay. Uy, Greg, bahala ka na jan sa kaibigan ko ha." sabay kindat ke Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST: ano ka ba, nakakahiya!&lt;br /&gt;Nat: asus! pa sweet ka pa, crush na crush mo naman yan&lt;br /&gt;ST: bruha ka talaga! humanda ka sa akin mamaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukurutin ko pa sana ang hitad but mabilis pa kay Lydia De Vega etong nakatakbo palayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"enjoy!" sigaw ng hitad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST: naku sorry ha, pasensya ka na ke Nat, ganyan tlaga yun pag nalalasing.&lt;br /&gt;Greg: walang problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbes na bumalik sa loob ay inaya ako ni Greg na magpunta ng dalampasigan. Parang fast-forward ang nangyari. Umupo kami sa dalampasigan, parehong walang imik. Naramdaman ko na lamang na kinuha ni Greg ang kamay ko at kinulong eto sa pagitan ng mga palad niya. Para kaming magsyota. Hindi na kailangan ng mga salita. Sa sandaling yun, napagtanto ko na umiibig na naman ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-7008795287622121099?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7008795287622121099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=7008795287622121099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/7008795287622121099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/7008795287622121099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/summer-love.html' title='Summer Love'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-9130517486381039789</id><published>2008-02-01T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:19:51.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Becky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am writing this entry as a tribute of sort to one of my bestest friend ever, si Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember how we met before. I was working as a Team Leader in an obscure company and Becky was one of new trainees. Since he's new, he was advised to to side-by-side with more tenured agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo me pagkamahadera etong si Becky, but matalino, saka cute. Tsinito kasi, maputi, at saka balbas-sarado. Usap-usapan pa ng ng ibang mga agents if hindi ba straight si Becky. Panu ba naman, lalaking-lalaki ang itsura, wag mo lang pagsalitain. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bisi-bisihan na ako. Andami kasing order na pina process noon, in addition to that nag su support pa ako ng mga agents kaya mejo na lurkee tlaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ateh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ateh?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napatingin ako sa may-ari ng boses, abah abah, si Becky pala. At tinawag pa akong ate. Wala pang gumawa sa akin nun sa office, pano kilala akong mataray so nobody ever dared. Until Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yes?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot ko sabay taas ng kilay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"may tanong po ako ateh, about po dun sa...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the rest of the conversation but starting that day, naging bestfriend ko si Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I don't even know what made us best of friends, sobrang opposite kami ni Becky. maputi siya, brown ako (although fair na ako now thanks to glutathaione hahaha). Magaling siya sa computer, technically challenged naman ako. Friendly siya, aloff naman ako. But we still clicked. Para nga kaming yin-yang eh. Vitually inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula noon, naging constant partners in crime na kami ni Becky. kahit sa opisina, we cover each other's asses. Sabi ng marami, we compliment each other. Magaling siya sa math and computer, magaling naman ako sa grammar at english. Marami ng alias ang binigay sa amin. Dr. Evil and Mini Me, Super Twins, Ashley and Bridgette, ang kung anu-ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na nag close down yung company na pinagtrabahuan namin and we both lost our job, magkasama pa rin kami. Mabilis naman kaming nakahanap ng kapalit eh, until yesterday. Last day na ni Becky. nag tender siya ng one month resignation and he got hired sa isang malaking call center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakiramdam ko nawalan ako ng kaibigan. Nung last week na niya, palagi kaming nag-aaway, nagbabangayan. I guess we were both pissed na hindi na kami magiging magkasama ang we both showed it by quarelling almost everyday. Di ko kasi tinuloy ang application ko sa company inaplayan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed between me and Becky...but only because I'm making myself get used to the feeling na hindi na kami madalas magkikita, na hindi na kami magkikita araw-araw...na hindi na kami magiging magkasama sa halos lahat ng bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniyakan ko ang decision ni Becky na umalis. Gusto ko ring samahan siya, but tamad na akong magpalipat lipat ng trabaho. Gusto kong ayusin ang career ko. And I guess he wanted that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mami-miss ko si Becky. Sobra. Sa pag-alis niya, mawawalan ako ng kakambal. magiging isa na lang ang Super Twins...mawawala na si Yang...maiiwan na lang mag-isa si Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But happy ako sa bestfriend ko. Ginawa niya ang palagay nya ay tama, he choose to go out of his comfort zone. Iilan lamang ang nakakagawa nyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagbalik ko after my restday, paano ko haharapin ang opisinang wala and becks ko...pano ko tatapusin ang oras na wala akong kakwentuhan...kaharutan....mamimiss ko lahat ng yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-9130517486381039789?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/9130517486381039789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=9130517486381039789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/9130517486381039789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/9130517486381039789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/si-becky.html' title='Si Becky'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-124563490128567051</id><published>2008-01-31T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T05:13:06.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shangrila</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kinagabihan, inaya ako ni Bato at ng friend niya na tumambay sa Shangrila sa Mandaluyong. Since masama pa nga siguro ang feeling ni Bato kaya di ako na ako tumanggi. Pero deep inside naiisip ko, no daw ba yun? Di ba pag brokenhearted inuman ang madalas ginagawa, bakit naman tatambay ng Shang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa Shang na kami ng may mapansin ako. Aba! aba! andaming umabw sa paligid ha! Like grabeh! Anywhere you look me lalaki. Nakaupo sa mga bench-bench dun, nakatayo. Me pogi, meron ding so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jehtt: Dito tayo.&lt;br /&gt;ST: anong meron dito? daming lalaki ha.&lt;br /&gt;Jehtt: Well, dito hahanap ng mabubooking mamya!&lt;br /&gt;ST: what?? di nga?&lt;br /&gt;Jehtt: Gagah! Taga dito ka hindi mo alam na me bakahan dito?&lt;br /&gt;ST: hindi...&lt;br /&gt;Jehtt: maraming pa pampam dito gagah! wait 10pm. mamya na tayo kukuha&lt;br /&gt;ST: ???&lt;br /&gt;Jehtt: pag maaga pa kasi 1 kiyaw pa yang mga yan, mahal pa.&lt;br /&gt;ST: ???&lt;br /&gt;Jehtt: antayin mo, mamya pag ginutom na yang mga yan, 500 na lng. antayin mo pa till 3am...250 na lng yan.&lt;br /&gt;ST: ganun?&lt;br /&gt;Jehtt: korak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naloka ako! Me ganyan pala sa Shang? Naku anlapit lapit ko lng dun, but di ko alam yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas lalo pa akong naloka ng makita namin ang isang guy, semi-kalbo, malaki ang katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jehtt: Tingnan mo yan. Maya-maya booking na yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No sooner than Jehtt said that eh me lumapit nga na isang guy ke maskulado guy. Mukhang call center guy eto at yun na nagpalitan na nga sila ng number. But mga 5 minutes lang ata eh umalis na yung call center looking guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ST: ano nangyari?&lt;br /&gt;Jehtt: baka di nagkasundo sa presyo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nalaglag na lng ako sa bench na kinauupuan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-124563490128567051?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/124563490128567051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=124563490128567051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/124563490128567051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/124563490128567051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/shangrila.html' title='Shangrila'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-3344324292566196457</id><published>2008-01-31T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T05:12:28.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emote Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bato decided to leave his partner. Naawa naman ako sa kanya kasi wala pa siyang malilipatan kaya I invited him na sa amin na muna tumira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day watching my friend. ewan ko ba, but I felt that something changed in him. naniniwala ba kayo sa aura? kasi dati-dati, napi-feel ko ang aura nya na laging masaya, but that day, he seemed to emit something different....I just can't point a finger into it. Was it despair? Misery? Sadness...parang but something deeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalungkot ako. Heartbreak did change my friend. Gusto kong sugurin ang partner niya, kausapin, sampalin...gusto kong makialam sa nangyari at subukan ayusin ang relasyon nila. But sa isip ko, relasyon ko nga di ko maayos (or is it dahil wala naman tlaga akong aayusin in the first place?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my friend changed...and ang masakit dito, wala naman akong magawa. Di ko kilala ang partner niya. I can only offer assumptions...but that wouldn't help Bato. So I did what I have been good at, just being his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito pala ang ma inlab? It screws you, makes you sad, parang me switch na basta na lang tinurn off and voila, suddenly you become a shadow of your former self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ganyan pala ang mainlab, at umibig...then maybe, I should be thankful...dahil I would never wish to be somebody but my own Sexy Tsokolate self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-3344324292566196457?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3344324292566196457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=3344324292566196457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/3344324292566196457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/3344324292566196457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/emote-part-2.html' title='Emote Part 2'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-1109716939701113288</id><published>2008-01-31T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T05:12:48.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6LDR889cTI/AAAAAAAAABI/LUZb0Jm3vFo/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maaga ako pumasok sa office kanina. Last day kasi, then kinabukasan rest day, kaya excited ako although puyat kasi I'm juggling to jobs. Bakit kamo? Need ko ng pera eh! But I digress, hindi naman kasi tungkol sa akin ang kwentong eto, itago na lng natin sya sa pangalang Bato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bakit Bato? Well, usap-usapan lng eto ha but sabi nila, dakota daw tlaga etong si Bato. So yun, Bato. Fits him perfectly di ba? And please don't even think of asking me if nakita ko na ba yung "bato" niya kasi I may be a h*rny B*tch but I don't eat friends. Yun na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways, 20 minutes before my shift nasa office na ako, kaya I decided na magyosi muna sa labas ng building. Naabutan ko si Bato na nakaupo sa lounge chair (taray di ba). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ST: hoi! ang aga mo ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bato: wala na kami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;magri react pa sana ako but naunahan ako ng mala Demi Moore in Charles Angel 2 na pagluha niya sa right part lang ng cheek nya, aba ang taray naman! kabog ako ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bato: wala na kami ST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ST: what do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bato: naghiwalay na kami kagabi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and so I saw my dearest friend cry...grabeh...ibang level na toh...I despise drama but when it involves my friends, ibang usapan na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ST: bakit? ano ba nangyari?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at kinuwento na ni Bato ang nangyari. I don't wish to espouse his pain in public but I can tell you this much. His boyfriend fell out of love and wanted out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ST: I don't want to say I told you so, but I told you so...dati pa di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bato: mahal na mahal ko siya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ST: shhh...tama na yan...you'll get over him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bato: ewan ko lang...ewan ko lang....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grabeh. Nalurkee ako sa nangyari ke Bato. 4 years din naman daw kasi sila ng jowa niya. napatanong tuloy ako...nangyayari pala tlaga yun noh. Falling out of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sayang. Sobrang bilib pa naman ako sa relasyon nila. Alam mo yun, you seldom meet somebody not straight na sobrang nagtagal yung relationship. I guess it's doubly hard for us to maintain a relationship. The pressure doubles when you aren't straight. Mas maraming issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope they get back together. Hindi naman siguro nawawala ang feelings ng ganun lang kadali di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-1109716939701113288?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1109716939701113288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=1109716939701113288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/1109716939701113288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/1109716939701113288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/emote.html' title='Emote'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9164686206693059364.post-7397357416008522956</id><published>2008-01-31T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:01:14.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6LDmc89cUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jwj2lejHVX8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gen·e·sis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="audio" href="javascript:popWin(" wav="genesis')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;br /&gt;\ˈje-nə-səs\&lt;br /&gt;Function:&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;Inflected Form(s):&lt;br /&gt;plural gen·e·ses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="audio" href="javascript:popWin(" wav="geneses')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;\-ˌsēz\&lt;br /&gt;Etymology:&lt;br /&gt;Latin, from Greek, from gignesthai to be born — more at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lookup" href="http://merriam.com/dictionary/kin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;circa 1604&lt;br /&gt;: the origin or coming into being of something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;===========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally! My very own blog! I have always planned on making my own blog! It took me ages to finally come up with a really strong urge to get down to doing one. I guess when you have lots of amazing stories to tell, oftentimes funny, sometimes sad, you really have to find an outlet, and what better venue of doing it than by blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I plan to update this blog everyday, if I can so with that in mind, I guess one need to have some sort of an introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grabeh! Na lurkee ako dun ha, naubos ata ang English ko sa 2 paragraph introductory statement na yun. Hayz! Kape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fast Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;age: 25 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;status: single and looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;height: 5'6" (or sabi nila 5'7" daw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not straight, so there. Buti na yung klaro tayo lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am Sexy Tsokolate and eto and aking buhay-kasaysayan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9164686206693059364-7397357416008522956?l=sexytsokolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7397357416008522956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9164686206693059364&amp;postID=7397357416008522956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/7397357416008522956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9164686206693059364/posts/default/7397357416008522956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexytsokolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Sexy Tsokolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027210238621891697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-7yF__b7ZrM/R6K85889cNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/anoyTLD8qMA/S220/12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
