Wednesday, December 3, 2008


I have been tagged by Hazel Quinn and this is long overdue! I hope you can forgive me, Haze!

The rules:

Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random and some weird. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog or email them.

1.) I have a tiny scar on the tip of my nose. My one remembrance from a bout with Chicken Pox as a toddler (so my late Mom told me).

2.) My Dad nicknamed me CLING-CLING (the sound of bells) because I was baptized on Christmas Day.

3.) As a child, I joined the English Dramatics Club and joined a school Musical where I had to sing my dialogues several times (of course, since it's a Musical, ha ha ha). It had been called the Sampaguita Vendors. I was invited (along with other cast members to join the PETA in Manila) by our DRAMA instructors (who were PETA members) but, my parents didn't want me living far from them. :(

4.) This is embarrassing for me, and I don't mean to boast, but I only spent one schoolyear to finish both Grades 5 and 6. I belonged to an "accelerated class" and we were all accelerated from Grades 4 to 5 and then again, from Grades 5 to 6. It was a nice experience, but no fun at all-- not when you're already taking High School subjects even when you're only in Grade School.

5.) I was a huge fan of Charlie's Angels (the old tv series which starred Kate Jackson, Jaclyn Smith, and Farrah Fawcett who was later replaced by Cheryl Ladd) so much that I wanted to be a detective when I grew up, ha ha ha. Then came QUINCY (Medical Examiner) and then I also wanted to be a Medical Examiner, hee hee.

6.) I am scared of heights. I can take the escalator going up but I have trouble using it going down. I dunno. I hate having to look down at times, ha ha ha. But, I sure have been working to face this fear and deal with it. So far, I've been making progress.

7.) I may be in my late 30's now, but I'm still a child-at-heart. I'm the Resident Clown of my family and my workplace, ha ha ha. Well, laughter is always the best medicine and it does make you feel younger:)

Friday, October 24, 2008

Sleepless Me

I can't believe my last post here was way back in September. My gosh. I hadn't realized Lab work could be so consuming. Well, add to that the fact that I'm doing two jobs at the same time -- both in clinic and hospital settings. It's just a matter of creating balance, and of course, catching up on sleep when I can, LOL. Since I've mostly been assigned the "graveyard shifts" or the 10 PM to 7 AM duties, I'm afraid that I haven't been able to sleep well and I can't even catch a few winks so that the day after a graveyard shift, I end up feeling like a zombie, ha ha ha. Aside from Lab work, nothing much has really been happening to me. Except for the fact that I just turned a year older last week. Oh, well, Happy Birthday to me:)

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Back from my 16-Hour Duty (URI-PARA)

Hello! It feels like forever since I've last been here. Things are well and good for me with regards to my Hospital Laboratory training. Before anything else, I would like to make special mention of all my Med Tech friends at the Medical Mission Group of Hospitals who have been most welcoming, accomodating, and very, very friendly -- first of all, Thanks to my former classmate-now-acting-HR-officer, Liezl G-L. Now, for the best part, HELLO to Jinky, Grace, Jay, Mars, Malla, Elvie, Denise, and Rhodora who all tolerate my antics and sometimes corny jokes. Well, at least, there's never a dull moment when we're all laughing and being silly, right? Good luck also to Elvin who's soon to leave for work in Saudi Arabia. Hey, Elvin, CHOCOLATES, CHOCOLATES, CHOCOLATES, hee hee hee. Okay, now that I've just about mentioned everyone here (I hope I didn't forget anyone) it's now time to talk about my 16-hour duty yesterday. Well, it was nothing special. Just the usual -- I was BUSY examining Urine and Stool samples all of last night and very early this morning. I dunno why, but everytime I'm assigned at the Uri-Para section, I get loaded with lots of urine and fecal samples. "Yuck!" you might say, but, hey, it's our job as Medical Technologists to analyze urine and fecal material to aid doctors in diagnosing what could possibly be wrong with you. Besides, it's not like we, Med Techs literally touch the fecal samples we analyze. YAWN! Oh, well, I guess, I better catch a few winks now. I'm sleepy. To all my blogger-friends who have been visiting my blog now and then, thanks. I've just been too busy to post entries as much as I would have liked to. But, I hope to remedy the situation very soon:) SEE YAH!!!!

Saturday, September 13, 2008


It seems like an eternity has passed since I've last posted an entry here. Let me remedy the situation today, then. For the last few weeks, I'd been busy doing some freelance writing and editing for a couple of Training Manuals. Then, I finally went back to Hospital Laboratory Training last Sept. 8. Apart from the usual blood specimen collections and Clinical Miscroscopy, I've had to deal with the possibility of taking ABG (Arterial Blood Gas) samples (from the wrist (radial) or the arm (brachial) -- something I have never done before in my entire Med Tech career/life. It's not really a Med Tech's job to take ABG samples since it's assigned to the Pulmonary staff/Respiratory Therapists, but for some reason, in this hospital where I am currently training in, Med Techs are assigned to take ABG samples. Well, I guess that means I simply have to face my fear and hope that I make a good job of it. Like they all say, it's only hard at the beginning. I sure hope so. So, help me, God:)

Saturday, August 23, 2008


To my friends in the Medical Laboratory Profession:

Ms. Emie Romero, MIM, MBA, MT(ASCP), CLS (NCA), Senior Consultant of International Networking and Research Consultants (INRC/Arizona, USA) will be coming to the Manila on September 13, 2008 (Saturday) to meet Medical Technologists interested in knowing more about the status of MT careers in the USA.

The last I heard was that the meeting place will be at the lobby of the Hyatt Hotel in Malate. I will contact Ms. Romero to find out if there haven't been any changes made as to the date and meeting place.

Those interested to get in touch with Ms. Emie Romero may send me an email:

Good luck, guys!


Saturday, August 9, 2008

The Power of Prayer

This is a Prayer for the MV Princess of the Stars fatalities and survivors.

It's devastating to think that hundreds of bodies still haven't been recovered from that ill-fated sea vessel.

Thank you race and Marites for this tag.

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Prayer for the MV Princess of the stars fatalities and survivors.

Dear God, we pray that you comfort each bereaved family everyday as they grieved for their loss, we pray that you will supply all their needs, we pray for the survivors that they may have good lives after the tragedy, that you will bless them and let them know in the deepest part of their heart that in spite of what have happened, you LOVE and CARE for them. This we pray in the mighty name of Jesus. Amen. I encourage everyone to keep the prayer going. LET’S P.U.S.H. (PRAY UNTIL SOMETHING HAPPENS).

We Prayed: 1. Through The Rain 2. God’s gift 3. The Adventures of Dong and Jing 4. Me, Myself and I 5. malditang bunso’s journal 6. Underneath It All 7. 100% Kelly 8. My Colorful World 9.InkBabyStudios 10. TheSaladCaper 12. MommyTalks 13. All About the Memories 14. Enchanted Play 15. I Am Mommy 16. MY Happy Place 17. IamDzoi 18. ClikTrik 19. I Love the Thirties 20. Explore Manila 21. Because Life Is Fun 22. All Things Me 23. Just What I Always Wanted 24. Simply Jen 25. A Slice of Life 26. This and That 27. Jenny Said So 28. Race Corner 29. A Beautiful Life 30. Moments of My Life 31. My Crossroads 32. Watchamacallit! 33. Nellypie's Chatterbox 34. Pinay heart wanderings and musings 35. Me, the islands and the world 36.CLAIRE...BY HEART 37.SLIDES 38. YOUR BLOG HERE
Tagging Jan, marly, and ambica.

Thursday, August 7, 2008


I would like to take this opportunity to say my sincerest THANKS to Hazel and Eunice for the kind comments they left on my previous blog entry. I truly appreciate it very much, guys:)

I'm making no secret that for the last three years or so, I've been struggling with the longest Spiritually-dry period of my life. My soul keeps thirsting for that connection, that invisible yet strong bond, and that all-consuming love that can only be found in the Lord. I, however, know that God does allow Spiritual Darkness to happen even to the best of us so that we may all learn to seek Him all the more and not just draw close to Him when all is well in our lives. I have been through a lifetime's share of trials and pains but somehow, I survived the storms. But, I only have to look at myself now, after all of these years, to know that God still loved me enough to have seen me through all the plethora of trials and tribulations. Just as I know that at the end of this very dark tunnel, a ray of light will shine.

I take inspiration from Mother Teresa who had gone through many years of Spiritual Darkness and yet still shone God's light and love for the poorest of the poor.

Saturday, August 2, 2008


Lately, I haven't been posting as much as I would have liked to. Things haven't been going well in my life lately and I've simply been going through the motions. Like I'm just sleepwalking through life or something. It's depressing. I never thought I'd find myself in despair again, but this is something I need to face. I can only hope that I'd be strong enough to deal with this. If I hope in God, I'd come out of this a better person. I will resume posting soon....

Saturday, July 19, 2008


I would like to thank Mhar for sending me the tag.

Instructions: What you are supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun...Clickcopy/paste, type in your answers and tag four people in your lists!

(A) Four places I go over and over: Internet cafe, Clinic, My Aunt Vangie's place, Verdebarr at G. Mall
(B) Four people who e-mail me regularly: Jepoy, Laura, Joanne, Marites
(C) Four of my favorite places to eat? At home, De Bonte Koe, Verdebarr, Port Cafe
(D) Four places you'd rather be? Maryland, USA; Dubai, UAE; Germany; Canada

(E) Four people I think will respond: Tes, Vicy, CoiCoi, Junelle
(F) Four TV shows I could watch over and over: CSI Miami/NY/Las Vegas, Without A Trace, Forensic Files, and Just for Laughs.

Tagging: marites, vicy , CoiCoi, , and junelle....

Monday, July 7, 2008

Out of the Darkness

The last few weeks have been very difficult for me. I couldn't even come up with a decent post. I mean, there I was, trying to revive this blog and hopefully use it for the purpose I created it for in the first place and yet, my heart was drowning in despair and tears. How could I shine a light for the weary and the brokenhearted if I myself was wallowing in dark despair? I could just be another blogger on a blogging site, writing whatever came to mind and be as prolific a writer as I once had been in my teens. Oh, sure, back then I wrote a lot of those teeny love stories that often sent my friends soaring on Cloud 9 and while that won't be so hard to do again, I now find that I would want to do something else. Something that would reach out and touch another person; bring a smile to a hurting soul; and make others feel better about themselves somehow.

Over the last few weeks when I struggled with sadness, frustration, and self-pity, I wondered how on earth I could have forgotten what I realized long ago. That pain does teach what pleasure misses. If there's one thing I learned about having gone through pain and witnessing so much suffering for years, it is that pain has not only made me stronger, but it also helped me become more compassionate and sensitive to the pains of others. Oh, what healing there really can be from reaching out to others who are hurting even if we are actually hurting, too! I may not have much in this life, but I hope that in my own way, I can shine a light for others. I'd like to share with you this beautiful song I first heard from the soundtrack of the tv show TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL. It's called SHINE ALL YOUR LIGHT by Amy Grant.

Thank you: Jeff (for loving me), Laura (for the gift of her friendship), @-->--Marites R (my friend and former tennis partner: for making me laugh), Kelly (for encouraging me even when she's actually hurting, too), and to my other blogger-friends who didn't exactly know why I was depressed but offered encouragement, anyway -- Joseph-Director (my young blogger-friend who offered to listen), @kim , and all the rest (you know who you are). Oh, special thanks to Hazel Quinn (for checking on me now and then). Thanks, everyone!

Saturday, June 28, 2008


I'm going through a difficult time in my life and I don't deny that I'm finding it hard to believe in a lot of things right now. But, I take comfort in knowing that no matter what happens, there's always the love that never fades, never ends, and is so unconditional it's a love like no other. The love of God. The song ANIMA CHRISTI always makes me cry, but in a way it is very comforting and I am finding so much inspiration from it I can't help but post it here. I hope this song may also bring healing to others who are hurting right now. The love of God is always true and unconditional. Just because we can't see it, it doesn't mean it's not there. May we find strength in His love.

I found this video by "mhcaillesrn" at YouTube.

Monday, June 23, 2008

THE SAMPAGUITA CHRONICLES : The Jasmine Meets the Poppy

I wrote this a while back and I am re-posting it here to "freshen" it up somehow in my desire to turn it into a series of short stories. Well, I can dream, can't I? Ha ha ha.

About the Sampaguita: it is the national flower of my country, the Philippines, so I used it here to symbolize where I come from. The Sampaguita is a dainty, white, little flower that belongs to the Jasmine family. It's sometimes called the "Philippine Jasmine". It looks ordinary, but when it blooms, it fills the air with a fragrance so sweet it's captivating.

"The Jasmine Meets the Poppy"

written by Claire Louise in celebration of her friendship with Laura Lynn
Copyright ©2008 C. L. Sienes

"Some flowers grow best in the sun; others do well in the shade. God always puts us where we grow best and gives us good people to grow with". -Anonymous/from SMS

One fine day in November, Laura, the Golden Poppy was busy sunning herself on the deck of a balcony in one of the small, cozy apartment units in downtown San Diego, CA. The sun was shining gloriously and Laura, ever the sun-worshipper, couldn't help but bask in its warmth, her leaves sticking out from her sides like little arms stretching upwards to the heavens and her delicately beautiful golden petals opening in full bloom as if to meet the sun's kiss.

Oh, how she loved the sun! She thought, reaching for the book she had earlier taken out to the balcony with her and finding it, she lay back and began to catch up on her reading. What could be more relaxing than reading on a beautiful day like today? And having a day spent just for herself, on a day like today, what more could she ask for?

"Maybe some peace and quiet!" She muttered under her breath as a loud crash came directly on the wooden floor of her deck, startling her out of her reverie. Jerking upright, she moved to see what the crash was all about, her hazel eyes taking in the mess made of soil and what looked like remnants of a clay pot scattered about what was only moments ago a spotless wooden floor. Now, it looked as though a tornado had just passed through her balcony!

"Well," she sighed in dismay, "I guess some good things just never last." Placing a hand on each side of her waist, she raised her face skyward and closed her eyes to compose herself. Then, she moved to survey the mess, wondering what the green-and-white leafy thing that lay among the scattered soil and clay pot fragments was. It looked like a plant. A vine. Was it still breathing? She wondered, and just as she was about to bend over it to see if it was still alive, it stirred and out in the open came a dainty, little while flower dangling from a long, leafy stem that was currently suspended in mid-air and looked as if it came from the balcony directly above hers.

It was obviously another flower just like her. Except that she had never seen anything like it before and the "it" was now staring at her and wearing the exact expression Laura was wearing on her face---a mixture of pleasant surprise and bewilderment.

"Oh, hi!" The little while flower sheepishly smiled and the way it reached a hand to scratch its head in embarrassment looked so comical Laura's lips curled into a smile. "Sorry, I crashed..." it was saying and the voice that came out was small and carried a slight accent that was unfamiliar and told Laura that it wasn't from anywhere in San Diego or anywhere in the entire U.S. of A."...onto your deck like this," the little flower continued, its voice shaking nervously as did its tiny, fragile petals, Laura observed. "A crazy cat and a pesky mouse were doing the Tom and Jerry thing..."

The Tom and Jerry thing? Ah, the cat and mouse chase, Laura mused, suddenly feeling herself bubbling inside with laughter. "So you ended up doing the Tarzan thing," she giggled, gesturing at the way the tiny flower's long stem was still swaying back and forth in the air like a pendulum.

"Swinging from a vine, you mean?" The little flower's voice was cute and childlike. "Well, sort of. Except that my name isn't Tarzan and I'm a girl like you," she paused this way and that way, as if to show it had feminine features like Laura did.

"You're very funny."

"So, I've been told."

"Do you have a name?"

"Sure do." It finally stopped swinging from side to side in the air to Laura's relief. She was beginning to get dizzy from having tolook at her new-found friend as if she was watching a tennis match. "I'm Claire."

"And I'm Laura and I am so pleased to meet you," she said sincerely to the delight of the little flower named Claire.

"So am I," Claire murmured, taking the hand Laura extended for a warm handshake as if to seal their new-found friendship.

"So, what are you, Claire?" Laura casually leaned against the balcony railing, eyeing Claire with open interest. "I mean, I know you're a flower, but, what kind are you?"

"A Sampaguita."

"Pardon me?"

"Sam-pah-guee-tah," Claire dared Laura to repeat after her and actually found Laura's failed attempts to properly pronounce the word very amusing and it was kind of cute, to hear the word roll off Laura's tongue like some sort of tongue-twister. "Oh, never mind. I'm what they call a Philippine Jasmine. And you are?"

"The Golden Poppy of California." It seemed fitting, Claire thought, watching the sunlight stream down as if to embrace Laura and when Laura's golden petals bloomed toluxuriate in the sun's warmth, it was then that Claire realized she'd never seen anything quite like her. Laura was golden and beautiful. And she, Claire, felt plain and simple.

"Lost your tongue?" Laura's laughing voice broke through Claire's thoughts. "How'd you end up here all the way from the Philippines, Claire?"

How indeed? "I dunno. It's just that often, the 'Great Gardener' simply has plans for each one of us on this bed of earth we're in and maybe He wanted me to be here for a reason."

Laura wondered what that statement meant. Day and night, she pondered the thought, looking for answers but there seemed to be none. Little did she know that she didn't need to look far for the answers because the answer was going to find her--it did find her one fateful night.

She'd been out on the balcony that night, a solitary figure gazing up at the dark and starless evening sky. Even the moon was hiding, she sighed, feeling as dark and empty as the night skies. She had never felt so alone and so cold in her entire life as she did now, her petals closing as she shivered against the chilly night breeze. A slight movement from the corner of her eye and a faint rustling sound seemingly coming from above alerted her senses to another presence but it no longer startled her at all. She didn't need to turn her head to know who it was. She just knew. It was like the beautiful friendship that had grown over the years had enabled her to tell exactly when her Jasmine friend would come to see her. Or HOW. For who else but Claire would literally "drop" by to pay her a visit?

And drop Claire did from the balcony above. Like a thrill-seeker executing a death-defying bungee jump, Claire, the Jasmine vine dropped as far below as she could get before bouncing and coiling like a spring until she was directly at eye level with Laura.

"Nice dive," Laura murmured dryly.

"Think I'd make a great stunt double for Angelina Jolie?" Claire quipped, swinging wildly from one side to the other in a bid to get her friend's attention.

To no avail. Laura only kept staring into blank space. "You should try sky-diving," was all she said.

What could be wrong? Claire wondered. But she was no fool. She never missed the tinge of pain in her friend's voice and it was all she needed to know that something was terribly wrong somewhere and THAT something was hurting her friend so much. Maybe she ought to try harder to make her smile, she decided, "Hey, Goldie!" In time, she'd taken to fondly calling Laura that nickname."Look, no hands! No hands!" She swung crazily from side to side in one last, desperate attempt to get a reaction from the Golden Poppy she'd grown to think of not justas a friend but also a long-lost sister. It didn't work.

"Guess, I can't make you smile, huh?" She pressed further, this time peering into Laura's misty eyes and seeing the pain lurking in those hazel depths.

Laura finally looked at Claire. "Is that why you came? To make me smile?"

"Well, I was out on the balcony and the night wind whispered that a heart was breaking somewhere.."

That was all it took for the tears to come spilling down Laura's cheeks. "Oh, Claire.."

"Care to talk about it?"

Laura stared at her friend for a moment and sighed, "I feel so bad," she paused to breathe deeply, sorrow written all over her tear-stained face.


"Because I'm bad." Laura's head dropped into her hands. "At least, I think I am...because, I did something I shouldn't have."

"Like what?" Claire asked softly.

"Like wanting to be where I'm not supposed to be."

Claire glided over to where her friend stood & placed a comforting hand on Laura's shoulder. "And where might that be, hmmm?"

"Where the tulips are." Laura whispered brokenly.

"Ah." Claire remembered that not too long ago, a gorgeous tulip fell from the topmost balcony and landed on Laura's deck just as Laura was teaching Claire how to play poker.:) The tulip said it got separated from the others inside a box a man had delivered to one of the units in the apartment building. It was a Dutch Tulip and it fast became their friend, hers and Laura's. Except that the tulip had more in common with Laura, the Golden Poppy because Claire was a vine and was often busy attending to other matters she couldn't spend as much time with Laura no matter how much she wanted to. So it came to pass that the tulip and Laura hit it off so well as friends so that when the time came for the tulip to leave, Laura was deeply saddened.

"But, you never did go to where the tulips are."

"It would've been so wrong."

The 'Great Gardener' had made it clear, plain, and simple to all of the flowers He had nurtured: that no flower of His could leave the very bed of earth He'd each planted them into. Every flower knew that. Laura, the Golden Poppy & Claire, the Jasmine knew that. As did the tulip and all the other flowers in the great garden.

"Why are you torturing yourself this way?" The Jasmine asked the Golden Poppy. "Thinking that you must surely be the baddest flower ever on this bed of earth?"

"Because I am."

"No, you're not".

"Yes, I am."

Claire, the Jasmine shook her head to show that she didn't agree to that line of thinking at all. "Simply for wanting to be where thetulips are?" Claire asked quietly.

Laura dropped her gaze to the floor. "Okay, so I didn't go but still, the fact that I wanted to...well, that sounds wrong, too."

"You know, Goldie," Claire reached out a hand to brush a solitary tear that had fallen down Laura's cheek. "If you really were as bad as you think you are, you would have gone ahead to do as you very well pleased without stopping to think if it was wrong."


"Ssshhh," Claire placed a finger between Laura's lips to silence her. "You knew it wasn't right and that's why you didn't do it. That doesn't make you evil at all." Claire beamed at her friend and Laura felt the full impact of that smile, making Laura feel as if all the stars in heaven had just been lit up to fill the dark, gloomy skies with light. "Remember when I said it isn't always easy to do the right thing?"

"Of, course."

"You had chosen to do the right thing even when you knew it was going to hurt so much...and all in obedience to the 'Great Gardener'who knows that."

"Think He'll understand?"

Claire nodded with a smile. Overwhelmed with thankfulness and gratitude for the kind of friend and friendship she'd been blessed with, Laura wrapped her arms around Claire in a warm embrace. "Thank you for being my friend, Claire."

"Aack! Goldie, I can't breathe!"

"Ooops, sorry," Laura stepped back and eyed her little friend whose friendship had come to mean so much to her over the years.

"I might never know what it's like to be where the tulips are..."

"I know," Claire said. JUST AS I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE HAD EVERY GOAL I HAD LONG AGO BEEN FULFILLED. OR WHERE THOSE DREAMS WOULD HAVE TAKEN ME. BUT, NOW, I DON'T THINK I'D STILL WANT TO KNOW. NOT WHEN I'VE DISCOVERED WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT IN THIS LIFE....Claire thought to herself but instead said, "But, for all we know, the 'Great Gardener' may only have spared you from further hurt or even suffering...or worse if you had to live in wintry weather where only Dutch Tulips survive, not Poppies and Jasmines like you and me."

Just as tulips wouldn't be able to survive being baked by the heat of the sun out in the open, Laura realized. Now, everything made perfect sense. True, it may hurt to think she's leaving everything she thought defined HER but she knows now, more than ever, that it will not hurt this way for always. There'll still be better days. And maybe life may not be perfect and there'd be rain every now and then. Laura threw a sideways glance at her good friend, Claire, and found herself thinking that life would be anything but dull. Not with her Jasmine friend around.

"Hey, Claire!" She called to the little white flower. "Do you think you can teach me how you vines swing in mid-air?" She said laughingly.

Claire considered it for a moment. "Okay...but only if you let me beat you just once in a game of poker!"

Laura laughed. Claire laughed. And from then on, Laura, the Golden Poppy and Claire, the Sampaguita, saw each other through all kinds of weather. The way only true friends can.

---T H E --- E N D---

Saturday, June 21, 2008






( Yes, that's 11 year-old me during my graduation from Grade School. Three years later, Mama was diagnosed with ALS and had to spend 8 years on a wheelchair until her eventual death in 1992).

In remembrance of my late Mama's birthday today, the 21st of June, I am posting some of her old photographs here. My Mama and I never had so many chances to pose together for the camera, and while she did have other photographs taken during the later years of her life, I have chosen to post these photos here if only to remember her smiles and the beauty that she really was before her illness (ALS) took them all away along with her breath.

Wherever you are, Mama, I know you're still watching over me. I hope you don't mind my putting your photos here, but I thought it best to remember you in the pink of health than post photos showing you looking so skinny and pale as you sat on your wheelchair.

And, these are all I'll ever have of you now...along with the memories.

Happy Birthday, Mama!

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

It's Great To Be Back

It's been a while since I've updated this blog, so I thought I'd finally find time to do something and bring this blog back to life. For starters, this blog will have changes. Actually, when I first created this blog, it was supposed to follow a THEME and would mainly talk about things that move the heart into feeling. I guess, I haven't been able to do that. Well, that's about to change very soon. I'd been very busy with my applications here, there, and everywhere for the chance to finally work abroad in my field of Scientific discipline. Add to that the freelance writing/editing gigs I'd gotten into. I just finished an editing project for a Drum Therapist/Ventriloquist/Author and now, I've been offered a Technical Writing project. When will I ever have time to update my BLOGSPOT, then? As soon as I'm done with my new project, ha ha ha. It shouldn't take long. In the meantime, I mean for this blog to have a heart. It's about time:)

Saturday, February 2, 2008

The Healing Presence of a Shadow

I think I went a little crazy over Shakespeare's sonnets when I wrote this one back in college. My classmate and friend, Luci Grace(God rest her soul), showed this to our English Professor who then gladly provided the title for this(many thanks, Mr. Ed Fernandez).

That moment in time when clouds do take
away the golden rays that stretch beyond
to meet the outstretched hand quivering
shaking in the quest for warmth
that time of year most thoughts of Thee occur
long before Thou had come the cold arms
of emptiness embraced me
tightly that I was like a rose
unkissed by morning dew
Thou hast shown me the bright flowers
dancing beneath the sunny sky the music
of raindrops and the beauty of teardrops
Dearest one, Thy touch had saved the life of me
To care that much, Thy heart must be of gold.

---The Healing Presence of a Shadow
by C. Sienes 11/21/1989

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Foot Pain

Last week, my Significant Other complained about pain at the ball of his foot. It seemed that it had been bothering him for some time but he only told me about it when the pain intensified to the extent that he had to use crutches for a few hours just to walk around the room. For a while, we thought the problem might have been brought about by the new pair of shoes he got which he often used for taking long walks. The next few days had us brainstorming about what the problem could be and if something could be done about it. After considering several possible causes and finding the exact location of the pain, we arrived at the conclusion that it could be Metatarsalgia (foot pain affecting the balls of the foot usually the first, second, or third digit/toe and at times, affecting only the head of the big toe). This condition appears to be due to wearing constricting shoes and/or high-heeled shoes. Thankfully, it can be corrected so I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Now, we are in the process of choosing the right Orthotics( foot cushions or cushioned insoles designed to alleviate pain and/or correct deformity) for him. I kept nagging him about getting Orthotics and I am so glad that finally, my nagging has worked, LOL. I truly just cannot bear to see him in pain. Anyway, this is all for now. All this talk about foot pain seems to be making me pay particular attention to my own feet and wonder WHAT IF....? Sheesh. Ha ha ha.