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I come from the beautiful city of San Francisco, CA...
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In 1984 when I first set foot in the soil of this great nation, I fell in love right away with the City by the Bay, San Francisco. It's rolling hills of streets and roads criss-crossing and winding like a serpent which overlooks the bay melt my heart away. This is home away from home which is Manila, in the Islands of the Philippines. The foggy and misty mornings reminds me of the Summer City of the Philippines which is Baguio. I wondered then why Filipinos settled mostly in the neighboring city of Daly City. I guess the answer is obvious, they love the cool climate, the mild temperature, the romantic interludes of fog and mist which was non-existent in the lowlands of the archipelago. Ahhh, San Francisco... it's wonderful to be home.
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Favorite philosophical views and paradoxes of life by the author...
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With all it's sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it's still a beautiful world. Strive to be happy. | Why am I forever chasing elusive dreams? The heart is deceitful above all things; desperately wicked, who can know it? No man is an island; no man stands alone. Each man's joy is joy to me; each man's grief is my own. Regrets I have a few, but then again too few to mention. In the morning of my life as I wait for the sunrise; at a moment in my life when the world is new. And the question I shall ask is that God will grant me to be brave and strong and true; and to fill the world with love my whole life through. Of all the things that I ever done, finding you will prove to be the most important one. I'll sit across the velvet board from God and I will gamble; and if I could I'll take the chance and before the Devil sold you, I'll bet my soul against the stars and then I'll win you.
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Favorites and fetishes...
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Clear cool night skies, mild breeze and the scent of the ocean permeating the air, while the moon lazily plays hide and seek with somber clouds. | Moonlit night, rasping leaves swaying with the wind, innocent laughter from children playing the night away; must be a non-school day tomorrow... nothing could compare with the days of youth. Your fragrant hair, intoxicating me with scents of balsam and wild honey, lightly, gently touching my face. Your breath, warm and sweet like cinnamon and spices, blowing gently in my ears. Your breasts, white, soft and fragrant with talcum powder; heaving with every breath you take, whispering and summoning for comfort.
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