<?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-2626359577755439656</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:48:38.616-08:00</updated><category term='kanto'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='gay'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='coming out'/><category term='malls'/><category term='boys'/><category term='college'/><category term='single'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='first'/><category term='help'/><category term='pic of the week'/><category term='summer'/><category term='smile'/><category term='leandro okabe'/><category term='bachelor'/><category term='video'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='sexuality'/><category term='hot'/><category term='love'/><category term='kilig'/><category term='lust'/><category term='couple'/><title type='text'>Unknown Pleasure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-1809832734426766493</id><published>2007-08-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:48:43.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Heroes' Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is the Philippine National Heroes Day. I just want to take this opportunity to thank all the heroes in my life, my parents, my friends, my teachers, my mentors, those who in their own little way have shaped me and have changed my life for the best. Thank you very much for being the best heroes a young man can have in his life.-So Proud,Jay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1809832734426766493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=1809832734426766493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/1809832734426766493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/1809832734426766493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-heroes-day.html' title='National Heroes&apos; Day'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-4795098708794905700</id><published>2007-07-15T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:39:12.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kilig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>The Word 'Love'</title><summary type='text'>The word 'LOVE'. Wow. This four letter word is something I dish out in daily conversation everyday and so do many others I know. But, at times in which the word 'LOVE' is used in conjunction with me, or my name...I freak out! My hairs stand on end, and my entire body freezes. I mean don't get me wrong, it's an ego booster for me when people say, I love your smile, I love your clothes, I love your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4795098708794905700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=4795098708794905700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/4795098708794905700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/4795098708794905700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/07/word-love.html' title='The Word &apos;Love&apos;'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYXAkKPUagw/RpppQxdAftI/AAAAAAAAADs/8S62PVxmiA0/s72-c/clif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-2349857564470469213</id><published>2007-07-08T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:54:35.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malls'/><title type='text'>Confusion galore...</title><summary type='text'>Everyday, I get even more and more confused about who it is I'm supposed to be. My identity lacks any concrete foundation, nor does it have any clear paths I can choose to take. Two weeks ago, I was on the verge of accepting the fact that yes...maybe, just maybe I'm a fully pledged guy lover. lol. And as I was about to utter those words or thoughts in my head, the most gorgeous girl walked right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2349857564470469213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=2349857564470469213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/2349857564470469213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/2349857564470469213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/07/confusion-galore.html' title='Confusion galore...'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYXAkKPUagw/RpFo42bKQcI/AAAAAAAAACs/hgEZ0GMbeQo/s72-c/Starbucks_by_screamtotheskies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-5903768856434340265</id><published>2007-06-24T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:51:30.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kilig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>The 'KILIG' factor...</title><summary type='text'>The 'KILIG' factor...what is it exactly, and what does it prove or show? What exactly does it determine? I really don't know, and it has been iritating me so much these past few weeks. 'KILIG' is the filipino term for the butterflies you get in your stomach. That little smile you get whenever you feel it, and that tingling sensation you get all over your body. That is it, but what's it for??? I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5903768856434340265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=5903768856434340265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/5903768856434340265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/5903768856434340265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/06/kilig-factor.html' title='The &apos;KILIG&apos; factor...'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYXAkKPUagw/RpFNzmbKQZI/AAAAAAAAACU/KaVyc7jPAus/s72-c/greenshirtstudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-5976103607435864441</id><published>2007-05-27T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T01:42:02.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leandro okabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>To the Right, To the Right...</title><summary type='text'>Am I right in saying that, here in the Philippines, there is a stigma surrounding gay men? It seems as though if you are to say or be labeled as being gay, everyone thinks you want to be a girl, act like a girl, dress like a girl, and have their sex organs. NOT ME. I love my penis and I'm not trading it with anything else in the world. Honestly though, gay men portrayed in film and television are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5976103607435864441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=5976103607435864441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/5976103607435864441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/5976103607435864441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-right-to-right.html' title='To the Right, To the Right...'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYXAkKPUagw/Rlk6a6Bx1QI/AAAAAAAAABc/m9keAY6jrIM/s72-c/zdm11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-105295037318475796</id><published>2007-05-24T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:47:34.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOO</title><summary type='text'>Nooooooooooooo! The guy I would watch on RPN's Kol TV is away today! Why? I have no clue. Darn, darn, darn. My day just got all gloomy. lol.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/105295037318475796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=105295037318475796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/105295037318475796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/105295037318475796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/05/nooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-2590899034565309063</id><published>2007-05-21T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T03:37:32.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanto'/><title type='text'>Being Single</title><summary type='text'>Being single, being free, being able to do and say what you want...I love that feeling. And yet, I feel as though being single has become like a virus which has taken over me. Why? Why do I feel as though I have a case of "bachelorism"? What exactly is "bachelorism". It's what happens to you, if you've been single for a long period of time. There are signs, these past few days, past few weeks, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2590899034565309063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=2590899034565309063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/2590899034565309063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/2590899034565309063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-single_21.html' title='Being Single'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYXAkKPUagw/RlF0E6Bx1OI/AAAAAAAAABM/9VxlnDit39c/s72-c/kantoboy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-2375577544040597958</id><published>2007-05-11T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:09:13.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malls'/><title type='text'>Summer Heat</title><summary type='text'>The summer heat is on, and the sizzle is everywhere to be found. Especially since my AC  broke down on me; how unreliable!! Now, I've been taken to wearing absolutely nothing all day, which in truth, makes me feel HOTTER lol! But honestly I've never experienced this sort of sweltering heat for as long as I can remember. I mean, this is my first summer in the Philippines and I expected it to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2375577544040597958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=2375577544040597958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/2375577544040597958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/2375577544040597958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-heat.html' title='Summer Heat'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYXAkKPUagw/RkLVQeLxWOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yxrzLIFsA9Q/s72-c/acdgleandro_ghidinicouleursmore1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626359577755439656.post-1328041487193485848</id><published>2007-04-18T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T05:43:26.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><title type='text'>The Truth</title><summary type='text'>What exactly is the truth? Of course everyone has different perceptions of what the truth really is. But here is a question for you...would you (with your values, principles and beliefs) classify non-disclosure of certain information as lying or not telling the truth? Let me provide you a scenario to analyze....      Two guys, who have just recently met and have started to lay a foundation for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1328041487193485848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2626359577755439656&amp;postID=1328041487193485848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/1328041487193485848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626359577755439656/posts/default/1328041487193485848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jprtenn.blogspot.com/2007/04/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Tenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
