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Name: Pauline
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Francisco
Gender: Female
Interests: serving my Lord and worshipping Him, teaching preschoolers, singing, reading, shopping, hanging out, dancing, writing poems and short stories, surfing the Net
Expertise: fiction writing...media, music and performing arts...shopping:)...partying:)...romance and reminiscing:)...being a full-blooded Pinay
Occupation: Journalist
Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  sugaryspicyplen
Yahoo:  sunflower_plen
Member Since:
1/9/2004
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| Bitterness is poison to the soul.
So why do I refuse the antidote? | | |
| Ever get the feeling you should be somewhere else?
After meeting up with college friends, reminiscing a life that was constantly full and exciting, and spending a weekend in the city by the Bay I love so much, I can't help but wonder what I'm still doing here.
Although home is here with family, church and people close to my heart, I know for certain that I belong somewhere else now. And it's only a matter time before I get to return.
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| And I thank God that I finally found you.
I absolutely don't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else.
Cliche or not, he is the one I've wanted all my life.
When I was six years old, all I wanted was a Prince like Cinderella's to whisk me off to his castle and show me magical places and things.
When I was ten, all I wanted was for someone to hold my hand, lay on the grass with me and talk for hours on end about everything and nothing and then tell me I was beautiful.
When I was thirteen, all I wanted was to be secure and protected, to have someone I could trust and open up to like a best friend...but maybe have a little bit more than that.
When I was sixteen, all I wanted was for someone to match my level of romantic hopelessness, to read me poetry and give me flowers and chocolates and take me to picture-perfect places, and to tell me every day that he loved me.
When I was nineteen, all I wanted was someone I could be proud of, someone I knew God approved of, someone I could take home to my parents and introduce to all my friends and have them tell me he's good for me.
When I was twenty-three, all I wanted was someone to have for the rest of my life, someone who would be faithful and sensitive and, unafraid of commitment, would be in it for the long haul.
When I was twenty-five, I found him.
He is everything I've been praying for...and a little bit more.
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| Today marks the 6th anniversary of the day I first set foot in the United States.
My life in the Philippines seems so distant and foreign...almost as though I dreamed it instead of lived it.
But I still remember to look back to where I came from.
I have come so far since then, from the naive but excited 19-year-old who stepped out of the plane into a country that looked, even smelled, vastly different from the one I used to call home.
And then followed six years of traveling, learning, meeting people, acculturating, building friendships and relationships, growing in love and growing in God...I look back and I can't help but feel amazement at all the things that took place.
In the process, I found a new home. California is home; San Francisco is home; LA is home.
If there's one thing I know for sure, it's that God took me here to be closer to Him, and for that I'll always be grateful.
Six years, but it feels like a lifetime. | | |
| This will take some time.
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