<?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-6073681634572315109</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:28:52.880-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pacific Woman...</title><subtitle type='html'>Pondering my everyday experiences and how I fit in Life's bigger picture :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-4393403190507782948</id><published>2011-07-01T23:59:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:03:08.051-10:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months Later.... :D</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy writing.... it's just hard to find the time, but I have to make the time.  Make the time Siana!!! :)  Slowly but surely I am taking action and am so Happy about that.  Little by little I will get to where I am meant to be.  I just know it.  I will realize my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-4393403190507782948?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4393403190507782948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=4393403190507782948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4393403190507782948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4393403190507782948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2011/07/6-months-later-d.html' title='6 Months Later.... :D'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-3958695406142934021</id><published>2011-01-01T16:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:08:34.835-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year from Mo Street! LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v82AR2qI0ho?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a Wonderful Wonderful way to start off the new year!!! I love my neighbors LOL  I love the excitement I feel about this upcoming year and I want to continue this momentum with gusto!  I love my family.  I look forward to building better and stronger bonds in our relationships.  I am so grateful for all that I have and I know that as I learn and grow and strive to be better in goodness my life will only be more blessed.  Happy New Year Everyone!!! May our Heavenly Father continue to bless and help us along our path to Eternal Life with our loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-3958695406142934021?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3958695406142934021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=3958695406142934021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3958695406142934021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3958695406142934021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-from-mo-street-lol.html' title='Happy New Year from Mo Street! LOL'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v82AR2qI0ho/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-4337705371240720869</id><published>2010-10-24T14:38:00.010-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:15:26.884-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Service Sweet Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT2KxgddEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZS3YDtlwxRo/s1600/groupcarwash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT2KxgddEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZS3YDtlwxRo/s400/groupcarwash.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531816907266421826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT2Kv3JbwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fxlKQfk4l60/s1600/carwash+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT2Kv3JbwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fxlKQfk4l60/s400/carwash+7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531816906824707842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT2KI9WSaI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4dPkzNqO444/s1600/carwash+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT2KI9WSaI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4dPkzNqO444/s400/carwash+6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531816896381733282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT0MNEiSBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/g_Ek6dUtEr0/s1600/Cute+Silly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT0MNEiSBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/g_Ek6dUtEr0/s400/Cute+Silly.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531814732822104082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT0zYQrZwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uasM9FkGs1A/s400/carwash4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531815405840721666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT1Jcx3R6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ksMl3rI_5dM/s1600/carwash+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT1Jcx3R6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ksMl3rI_5dM/s400/carwash+3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531815785010775970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a beautiful day.  Our primary class got together and performed their car wash service project.  The child in charge picked out a couple of individual ward members whose homes we would go to to wash their cars on Saturday morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically we have six primary children in our Valiant 11 class.  As primary teachers we feel that lessons of service and giving are extremely important in these young peoples' lives.  It helps them to know what it means to serve, how they may go about serving, and cultivates a desire to serve others selflessly.  This year rather then having the students vote on what service project they wanted to do for the month and then planning it out for them, we took our service projects to another level.  Each child would pick a month, a Saturday within that month, choose a service project for our class to work on as a whole, and delegate refreshment and necessary equipment or material assignments for each individual class member.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday our class car wash service project was from 6:30 am to 7:30 am.  We went as a class to the selected individuals' homes and washed and dried their car.  It may seem that one hour is not much time to do a service project, and yes we were only able to reach the cars of two individuals, but it was the quality of the time that was spent.  One individual was extremely grateful and touched that the children had thought of her.  She provided water bottles, buttered Samoan bread, and pastries.  I was touched by that.  We came to serve her and she turned around and served us with much love and gratitude.  I sort of felt that we should have done more because she gave us so much, but the important lesson learned here (hopefully the primary children got it :D) is that no matter how much we serve, we can always do more (also the late President Hinckley's message to us as well :D).  And no matter how much we serve and try to give back, we are always blessed more so in return and are ever in debt to our Father in Heaven for His love, mercy, and kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved on to another individual's vehicle who is still in the hospital, washed and wiped down his truck.  After which we headed over to the home of the child in charge whose mother had prepared bacon and eggs, another child had provided fried pork sausage links, we brought a big bowl of rice, and another child provided two gallons of juice and styrofoam cups.  We sat down at our host family's table and had a beautiful breakfast.  It was a very successful service project and I enjoyed it immensely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our service project was coming to an end and my nephew and I went to drop off one of the children because he had a sport engagement he was participating in.   While outside I had ran into one of our ward members whose family was in the process of moving to their new home a few villages away.  This wonderful ward member and his family always opened their home to our service projects last year and they had a lot of heavy things to move using a U-Haul truck.  I told him he could have us for a couple of hours before my nephew had to leave to usher for the temple open house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went in to our host family's house to have breakfast, told my sister what was going on next door and she went with our nephew and two of our primary kids who are also related to us and were a big help to our moving ward members.  It was such a wonderful feeling to give back to a family who always gave to us; such a natural high I cannot describe!  And what was even more wonderful was that we felt of their true and sincere gratitude and it was very very humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful to my Heavenly Father for the opportunities that come my way to serve.  I know I miss so many of them with my pig headedness at times and my pride or maybe even because I create so much busy work for myself that I forget to take a moment and be aware of those in need around me, but when I am able to recognize someone else's need and be a tool for our Heavenly Father in assisting them on His behalf I cry inside with gratitude that I am able to do what I can do and impact someone else's life for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also eternally grateful to amazingly loving parents and grandparents who taught me this valuable lesson; that when I am in the service of my fellow beings, I am only in the service of my God.   May I always be open to the promptings of the Holy Ghost, listen to those promptings, and be of service for my Heavenly Father on His behalf to all those in need around me.&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/6073681634572315109-4337705371240720869?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4337705371240720869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=4337705371240720869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4337705371240720869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4337705371240720869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/service-sweet-service.html' title='Service Sweet Service'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TMT2KxgddEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZS3YDtlwxRo/s72-c/groupcarwash.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6082243118615971698</id><published>2010-10-16T21:13:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:35:44.577-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Joyful Day :D</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated the life of Bishop Ernest P. Reid.  What a wonderful, amazing, marvelous, loving, kind, and humble human being.  I enjoyed his funeral services immensely.  I loved listening to his immediate family, those who knew him best, tell us about the side of him few of us were blessed to witness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always be thankful to Bishop Reid for making me feel that I am a person of value and worth.  I know that I am of worth, but Bishop Reid made me believe in myself more and loved me unconditionally as a child of God.  He was a great father figure in our ward.  He always wanted the best for each of us and in his humble soft-spoken way he did his best for us and knit us closer as a ward family.  He was truly Christ-like and loved each of us ward members as special and unique individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made me feel that no obstacle was too big to overcome with the help of the Lord and always encouraged me by example to strive for Christ-like perfection in all that I do.  I miss him already.  He was such a pillar of strength in our ward, a great light in our midst, and knowing that he has left this earthly existence has made this life a bit gloomy and dim.  I know he would not want me or anyone else to feel this way.  He would want us to rejoice in his happiness and move forward with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for the difference Bishop Reid has made in my life.  I pray for the strength and determination to take what I have learned from him and use it to grow and be a better person; a more Christ-like person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6082243118615971698?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6082243118615971698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6082243118615971698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6082243118615971698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6082243118615971698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/peaceful-joyful-day-d.html' title='Peaceful Joyful Day :D'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7576814706809300406</id><published>2010-09-20T20:36:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:51:51.975-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Addiction! :D</title><content type='html'>I love my job... the only problem is that it is not my true passion or dream.  It is part of my dream and I really enjoy the empowerment I have to help and assist others, but at the end of the day it is not what I live for.  So why am I still there and not pursuing my true dream?  Because a great part of me LOVES to travel.  Once you travel for free it is really hard to resign and walk away from a job that gives you wings around the world.  I am still wondering how I can do it LOL and I am still there LOL  I also work with a number of really really wonderful people who care about others and do their best to be of service to those in need.  I know there are people like that in all walks of life, but that personality type seems very concentrated within the group of people I work with :D  I am just taking things one day at a time.  I am going on one more big trip and then I will focus on my true dream.  That seems to be what I always say... but this time I really mean it! LOL Really!!! LOL  I know I can always count on myself to crack myself up.  But seriously, it is hard to put my feet down and just do the walk.  I am currently working on doing just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7576814706809300406?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7576814706809300406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7576814706809300406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7576814706809300406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7576814706809300406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/traveling-addiction-d.html' title='Traveling Addiction! :D'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7341510412777746340</id><published>2010-09-18T17:24:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T17:44:57.018-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Emosi Damuni Damuni II</title><content type='html'>I went to a funeral service today and it was very beautiful.  I have known this man my whole life as I lived back and forth between American Samoa and Hawaii, but on the other hand I never really knew him.  I have always had and do have love in my heart for the Damuni family because my grandparents and parents love them.  Its the kind of love that is part me because I choose to love and the other part is like an inherited love because my family loves them.  Although I have love in my heart for him I never really knew Brother Damuni and I was afraid of him because he was very fierce in appearance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in the same ward, so this morning I went to help serve the morning refreshment.  I really enjoyed doing that.  I enjoyed sharing food which I feel also is a comfort to those who came to eat.  When all the food for the morning had been served,  I went into the chapel and waited for the service to start.  I really really enjoyed everything about the service.  It was about two hours long and I enjoyed it immensely.  When I heard Brother Damuni had passed I actually looked forward to participating in his service because I wanted to learn more about who he was.  It was very very nice and heartwarming to hear all that his family had to say in his honor and memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I was somewhat afraid of Brother Damuni when I was in my youth :D okay and into my adulthood :) I always have and still do admire him.  I admired the pride and self-respect he had for who he was and where he came from.  Even at a young age I felt his love for his people and his culture shine through all that he did.  He was Fijian in every breath that he took and I have always looked up to him for that.  I truly believe he was and still is a leader with great presence and strong leadership qualities and whats more is that I see those same qualities he has in his children and grandchildren.  What an awesome legacy to leave behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really truly grateful to have witnessed his farewell from this earth.  I admire the man even more and I look forward to his progeny perpetuating his legacy into the future and beyond. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7341510412777746340?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7341510412777746340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7341510412777746340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7341510412777746340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7341510412777746340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/emosi-damuni-damuni-ii.html' title='Emosi Damuni Damuni II'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6780288320049903153</id><published>2010-09-16T22:55:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:11:15.453-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Exhausted! :D</title><content type='html'>Woke up early and baked some cookies I had promised a coworker who helped me out yesterday.  I was kinda sad cause the cookies didn't come out how they usually do and I think its cause I didn't scrape off the excess baking power.  The oatmeal cranberry cookies actually came out like scones and I like scones LOL but I was aiming for chewy cookie.  I don't think I will bake tomorrow morning, but I am craving chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven with milk.  Total breakfast of Champions! LOL  I may still if I am dying for the flavor of deliciously warm milk chocolate baked to perfection in a rich cookie dough... oh yum! LOL I am so bad when it comes to baked goods.  I love it hot and fresh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, pulled a 12 hour day that feels more like 24! :)  Ahhh gone are the good ole days when I could stay awake for a week and not bat an eyelash! LOL  Now if I don't get at least five hours of sleep I am literally a zombie! A Zombie that is comatose! :D  After work I had that nice hour long drive back home...  :D  It was a nice drive, it always is even in the dark.  Got home and now I am vegetating in front of the computer before I go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I have been really good about eating salad all week long.  Yes the never ending battle of lifestyle change!  I am really proud that I have gotten up early and prepped my salad for work all week, but I think all this salad is giving me gas.  I could do without the gas but vegetables are what they are... gas inducers! :D  Yeah I am really tired now!  I better go get ready and hit the sack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6780288320049903153?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6780288320049903153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6780288320049903153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6780288320049903153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6780288320049903153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-exhausted-d.html' title='I&apos;m Exhausted! :D'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-9149924889581198124</id><published>2010-09-15T19:46:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:58:28.442-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Background and a Fresh start to blogging again :D</title><content type='html'>I'm not really a fan of the color green but for some reason I like the way it makes my favorite color blue look :) Blue looks great on green, as well as orange, and brown is not too bad; so because we painted the bathroom blue I painted my room a very nice pea green. The colors of my favorite pictures pop right off the wall LOL ;) So as I was looking for a new background color... I found this wonderful little bit of blue sky with white dreams whispering on a lazy summer breeze over graceful green grass dancing.  ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited to start blogging again FOR REAL KINE now. Thats what life is all about, little pit stops, but we get up and keep going because its all about the journey leading to our final destination and hopefully for me that is up in the sky deep in the vast beauty of the universe with loved ones surrounding me and angels singing praises to Lord. Yes I just woke up and am feeling very happy refreshed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to get on and just do it! Just blog a little and put it out there. Here is a video I did of a wonderfully talented young woman named Chantilly. She wrote and composed these songs. When I sat there recording her I felt of her immense talent. Not just the talent you see on the video, but also the latent talent waiting to burst forth. This was the first time I met her and she was very pleasant, accommodating, and oozing with confidence. I look forward to seeing her talent and spirit grow throughout the years. I hope you enjoy her awesome music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-9149924889581198124?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9149924889581198124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=9149924889581198124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/9149924889581198124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/9149924889581198124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-background-and-fresh-start-to_15.html' title='A New Background and a Fresh start to blogging again :D'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-851646493096815721</id><published>2010-09-15T19:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:45:24.525-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chantilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MC-VqegbB20?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MC-VqegbB20?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-851646493096815721?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/851646493096815721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=851646493096815721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/851646493096815721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/851646493096815721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/chantilly.html' title='Chantilly'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-5816657460423758681</id><published>2010-06-22T11:25:00.012-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:04:08.519-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TCEqoW0MWDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2lYBZnNOZTs/s1600/Patience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485712693921601586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TCEqoW0MWDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2lYBZnNOZTs/s400/Patience.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(photo by Leanne Hamilton)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish that patience was a virtue I possess :) but it is not. I am such an impatient person and I really don't like that about myself. I don't know why I cannot just let some things slide. Just let it slide! But I am not wired that way and when something gets on my nerves I express myself loudly! I truly believe that I need to let things slide more than I do. I know I am not "super impatient," but I am "plenty impatient"  and being impatient is a weakness in myself that I must turn into a strength. I know it is possible because being patient is a choice. It is just such a tough choice, but one very worth making. I guess that's why it is considered a virtue, because sometimes or maybe even "often" :) it definitely takes super human effort not to explode when things do not go as I envision they should. I am recommitting myself to being more patient in life period! I think this goal is one that takes a lot of time, thought, effort, and strength to develop as second nature and one that needs constant renewal. Here's to patience, from now to infinity and beyond!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-5816657460423758681?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5816657460423758681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=5816657460423758681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/5816657460423758681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/5816657460423758681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/06/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TCEqoW0MWDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2lYBZnNOZTs/s72-c/Patience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-3520826957030697333</id><published>2010-06-21T21:23:00.014-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:43:24.518-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Solstice! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TCBmJtOahQI/AAAAAAAAApk/esSdZgaDVmM/s1600/Summer+Solstice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485496663082173698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TCBmJtOahQI/AAAAAAAAApk/esSdZgaDVmM/s400/Summer+Solstice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to blog again for the longest, but its hard when your computer has crashed and there are other more pressing matters to attend to. I finally couldn't take it any more and thought, "Today is the day! :) June 21st, Summer Solstice." I don't know why, but I am always fascinated by events such as the Summer Solstice. It just sounds and feels so mysterious and at the same time so Shakespearian LOL. I really enjoy reading fantasy novels and summer solstice is magical in the world of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word solstice is derived from the Latin language (yes I looked it up LOL) and is a combination of two words sol + stice meaning sun and to stand still. Summer Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere of the earth marks the longest day and the shortest night of the year. The longest day and shortest night in the Southern Hemisphere falls on December 21 and is called the Winter Solstice. Early celebrations of these events often involved dancing and fires the night before to help increase the energy of the sun as it rose the next day and climbed to the top of the sky. I don't know why but the thought of all those mysterious and magical fires makes me want to go outside and build a camp fire, roast some marshmallows for smores, and insist that anyone with me please not tell any ghost stories! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TCBykbqiwZI/AAAAAAAAAps/38AJFcHYe4Y/s1600/Stonehenge+gathering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485510316364317074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TCBykbqiwZI/AAAAAAAAAps/38AJFcHYe4Y/s400/Stonehenge+gathering.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Solstice also reminds me of Stonehenge. The druids of the past marked the Summer Solstice as the "Wedding of Heaven and Earth." I saw some videos online. Thousands of people flock the night before to Stonehenge to greet the sunrise. This year there were approximately 20,000 people there. I thought it was pretty cool and thought "Yeah! I'd love to do that!" Then I saw a video and it just reminded me of images I've seen of Woodstock in the sixties, crowded and filthy. There was trash everywhere, people being very loud, and bodies of those trying to get some sleep strewn about. It was cool that they were all there at Stonehenge and why they were there, but I didn't see any bathrooms in sight and the thought of needing to use one with no bush coverage for miles is not very appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea for the Summer Solstice (as I enjoy it from the comforts of my home in Hawaii) and what I hope is the beginning of many more blog entries to come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-3520826957030697333?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3520826957030697333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=3520826957030697333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3520826957030697333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3520826957030697333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-solstice.html' title='Summer Solstice! :)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/TCBmJtOahQI/AAAAAAAAApk/esSdZgaDVmM/s72-c/Summer+Solstice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-2282120052169712519</id><published>2009-06-09T20:48:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:21:07.391-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Like My Grandma Would Say....."Ili le Pu!" ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Si9eO4KNq6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/beVY4N3dQNA/s1600-h/mckay+mural.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Si9eO4KNq6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/beVY4N3dQNA/s400/mckay+mural.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594892398472098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound the trumpets!  Send out the Alarm!  I walked two laps... Woohoooo!  Yipppeeeee! ;)  It is so out of the ordinary for me to do any form of exercise, that in my mind's eye I can totally see my grandma putting her hand to her lips in the motion of blowing a horn or a trumpet.  That is what "Ili le pu" means, to blow a horn or a trumpet signifying some great event LOLOL  It is usually said in jest or with playful sarcasm.  My grandma had a funny sense of humor, and that was one of her favorite lines :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually cannot believe I walked today.  I am glad I did.  It was two laps around the small circle at BYUH, but it felt like such a far distance to me.  I was just going to do one lap, but Coach K's pamphlet about walking in Laie says that I should at least start off with 10 minutes a day for the first week and gradually increase the length and amount of my activity.  I did not think it would take me 10 minutes to walk one lap, and I was right.  It took me ten minutes to walk two laps.  I'm happy with that.  I am actually just happy that I did something! "Toot Tooooot!" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-2282120052169712519?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2282120052169712519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=2282120052169712519' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2282120052169712519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2282120052169712519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-my-grandma-would-sayili-le-pu.html' title='Like My Grandma Would Say.....&quot;Ili le Pu!&quot; ;)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Si9eO4KNq6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/beVY4N3dQNA/s72-c/mckay+mural.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-5097090710151034259</id><published>2009-06-09T18:49:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:10:28.876-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a GREAT Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Si9AFc7OgmI/AAAAAAAAAos/x4wpz7soZII/s1600-h/saimasinas+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Si9AFc7OgmI/AAAAAAAAAos/x4wpz7soZII/s400/saimasinas+graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345561745120199266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my nephew :)  This is a picture that was sent to my phone the day he graduated from elementary :)  But this post is not about him or that day :)  This post is about today.  I had a GREAT day!  I tried to think back to figure out why it turned out so great.  The only reason I can think of is because I prayed :)  I know yeah!  Hallelujah!  I love the Lord.  I love my Heavenly Father.  Today I had my morning prayer and it felt wonderful and amazing!  I am not good at praying.  I have gratitude always in my heart, and I know that all I have is from Jesus Christ and my Heavenly Father, but I know they need me to express it sincerely with love and humility out loud :)  This morning I prayed, and throughout this day I have had such a great sense of peace and well being.  It was wonderful.  I have to challenge myself to keep it up.  I love being prayerful.  But I am not always.   I should say I am not mostly :)  I know the Lord knows me through and through, but I also know I still need to pray and humble myself before Him and my Heavenly Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-5097090710151034259?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5097090710151034259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=5097090710151034259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/5097090710151034259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/5097090710151034259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-great-day.html' title='What a GREAT Day!'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Si9AFc7OgmI/AAAAAAAAAos/x4wpz7soZII/s72-c/saimasinas+graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-2720751969944901306</id><published>2009-05-30T18:40:00.008-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:29:21.718-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahuku Graduation 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIsV1FZmKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1wD7jPqEygM/s1600-h/about+to+change+the+tassle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIsV1FZmKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1wD7jPqEygM/s400/about+to+change+the+tassle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341880861553432738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not planned on attending Kahuku High and Intermediate's graduation ceremony.  I was just planning to make it on time to give leis to our family and ward members.  I am glad I was able to witness the ceremony.  It was so refreshing to see young people excited and exuberant with anticipation for a new chapter in their lives.  The air was charged with so much "love energy" that I could not help but feel touched in my heart with joy and love for everyone there.  It was just amazing to see so many people from different walks in life all gathered together to celebrate these young people and their accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so awesome to hear cheers from groups here and there as graduates' names were called to accept each diploma.  It was beautiful.  Some people were so overjoyed that before the student's name could be properly announced air horns were going off.  I understand the joy and excitement, but it was kind of sad because we could not hear the name that was announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student really stood out for me.  He was one of the 14 valedictorians.  His last name is Roper.  He expressed himself very well, but at the end of his speech he acknowledged and gave thanks to our Savior Jesus Christ for helping him and supporting him throughout his life.  He acknowledged that it was through the love and support of his Savior that he is where he is today.  In this day and age where it is taboo to acknowledge church within state it was so wonderful to hear this young man's heart felt gratitude for his Savior.  I was so touched I had tears in my eyes.  I felt so uplifted and grateful for the strength, love, and gratitude this young man expressed to and for Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good evening.  I went to support others and left having received spiritual upliftment and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIuAx4RIZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9VIJOVT4qno/s1600-h/Ha%27i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIuAx4RIZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9VIJOVT4qno/s200/Ha%27i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341882698939048338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIuAZwnimI/AAAAAAAAAnU/i4UePfzStRg/s1600-h/fale.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIuAZwnimI/AAAAAAAAAnU/i4UePfzStRg/s200/fale.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341882692464511586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIt_C2dwoI/AAAAAAAAAm8/E61iaXQDM6o/s1600-h/annie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIvxKdiwDI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3W5E1dHbxM4/s200/ofi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341884629683191858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-2720751969944901306?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2720751969944901306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=2720751969944901306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2720751969944901306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2720751969944901306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/kahuku-graduation-2009.html' title='Kahuku Graduation 2009'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiIsV1FZmKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1wD7jPqEygM/s72-c/about+to+change+the+tassle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7514454642272961464</id><published>2009-05-29T20:17:00.041-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:16:00.160-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiGRVp6ISgI/AAAAAAAAAmk/h3SINV8fB2Y/s1600-h/Peace+on+earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiGRVp6ISgI/AAAAAAAAAmk/h3SINV8fB2Y/s320/Peace+on+earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341710434251065858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiGRaUiD4HI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZFPeGtyT75s/s1600-h/peacesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiGRaUiD4HI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZFPeGtyT75s/s320/peacesign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341710514412314738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had attended a peace benefit with dear family and friends.  At a single adult conference on May 1 I had been moved by Ema Billings's work for peace with Israeli and Palestinian children.  I felt I wanted to do something to help, so I volunteered to sell 11 tickets for a peace benefit she was helping to organize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven was the number of tickets she had on hand.  I had excitedly thought, "Sure, no problem!  Everyone will want to buy at least one ticket and support world peace!" (I totally felt like Miss America) LOLOL  I was sadly mistaken. LOLOL  She gave me the tickets on May 1, and by mid-May I had only sold four.  Three for my sister and me and one for my cousin Lil.  It was not that people did not want to help, but there was just too much going on in their lives at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefit was on May 21 so I thought to myself, "Who can I turn to for support and understanding.  Who would be interested in purchasing tickets for a peace benefit out in town?"   I stopped by my good friend and sister's house Debbie (&lt;a href="http://crashtestdummydiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crash Test Dummy Diaries&lt;/a&gt;) and told her about it.  She said it sounded good and would get back to me.  I thought, cool, hopefully she wants one :)  Later she bought two just to support me because she would not be able to make the concert.  I was so touched and thankful.  I called my brother Eteru and told him about it.  He bought two, one for him and one for his wife.  Again I felt so thankful.  I called my dear friend and sister Lisa and she bought one, and a good friend from work, Juliana, bought one.  By the time I was done I had sold a total of 10! :D  Yes I was beaming and bursting with gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to make it an evening together.   After the benefit, we would go to MAC 24-7 for dinner.  The benefit was good fun.  One of my most favorite if not the most favorite auntie in my life was performing with the Nani Laie Serenaders, my Auntie Tino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDZN-XqdeI/AAAAAAAAAkk/CzA_OcdoSD4/s1600-h/DSC04075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDZN-XqdeI/AAAAAAAAAkk/CzA_OcdoSD4/s400/DSC04075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341507992165184994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDZONFMiQI/AAAAAAAAAks/wa2_d3fiZUo/s1600-h/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDZONFMiQI/AAAAAAAAAks/wa2_d3fiZUo/s400/DSC04083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341507996114258178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Tino                                                                                                                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/   Nani Laie Serenaders! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other performances were very nice and a local man, Terry Moea'i, was the best emcee!  An Israeli peace practitioner, Elad Vazana, spoke about peace. Basically, we all have walls and wear masks.  When we strip these away and our true souls meet, we realize we can be friends and live in peace.  I really enjoyed those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDlPoCs4jI/AAAAAAAAAlU/tuYk6hOeSqo/s1600-h/Mask+on+with+text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDlPoCs4jI/AAAAAAAAAlU/tuYk6hOeSqo/s400/Mask+on+with+text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341521214670955058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDlPXUoo-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/YT49kuNBk3c/s1600-h/Mask+off+with+text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDlPXUoo-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/YT49kuNBk3c/s400/Mask+off+with+text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341521210182771682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made the benefit even more fun is that we won like half of the door prizes :)  Okay not half, more like one third :)  Each of us got to take something home.  It was pretty funny and cool.  The emcee was like.... no more prizes for the first row! :)  Oh yeah, we had good seats too! :)  What was really funny was that the emcee was the one drawing the numbers.  He is from Laie and everyone he was drawing seemed to be from Laie too :) It was hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the benefit, we went to eat at MAC 24-7.   I just have two words to say, "Never Again!"  The food was mediocre, but the service was what clinched the "Never Again!" pledge.  Very very poor poor service!  The company on the other hand was superb!  Despite the poor food and very bad service I enjoyed the time I got to spend with my dear family.  We hadn't seen each other since November 2007 before Eteru went out to Iraq.  At that time we had all met to have a farewell dinner for him, so it was really very nice to all meet up and share an evening together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDp96tV_xI/AAAAAAAAAmM/oK--RcJiyIc/s1600-h/Never+with+text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDp96tV_xI/AAAAAAAAAmM/oK--RcJiyIc/s200/Never+with+text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341526408002141970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDngl9Y0SI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LQSoikB3ivA/s1600-h/Stephanie+and+Eteru+with+text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDngl9Y0SI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LQSoikB3ivA/s200/Stephanie+and+Eteru+with+text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341523705192829218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDng1W-UfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QkZa1W6sbwU/s1600-h/Lisa+and+Eteru+with+text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDng1W-UfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QkZa1W6sbwU/s200/Lisa+and+Eteru+with+text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341523709326676466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDnhICmv1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/7G2jEEWcLFU/s1600-h/Family+with+text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiDnhICmv1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/7G2jEEWcLFU/s200/Family+with+text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341523714341519186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was long.  We got home at 1:30 am and we had to get up and ready for work at 5:30 am.  Phew!  That was hard to do, but so worth it!  I look forward to more opportunities in my life to promote Peace!  For Everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7514454642272961464?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7514454642272961464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7514454642272961464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7514454642272961464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7514454642272961464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/peace-in-middle-east.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SiGRVp6ISgI/AAAAAAAAAmk/h3SINV8fB2Y/s72-c/Peace+on+earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-4829454671985582278</id><published>2009-05-10T00:29:00.008-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:05:59.556-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Dinner Night :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax9TODnKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/geRqVBQ7WhI/s1600-h/Mothers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax9TODnKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/geRqVBQ7WhI/s400/Mothers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334146475356298402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax9nDi9yI/AAAAAAAAAkM/rGfnX4itEZQ/s1600-h/Mother%27s+day+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax9nDi9yI/AAAAAAAAAkM/rGfnX4itEZQ/s400/Mother%27s+day+party.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334146480680924962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two of our friends who are mothers.  L-R Frankie and Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful evening with my sister and friends.  We ate at the Polynesian Cultural Center Ambassador Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;It was deeeeeelicious! LOLOL    So many ono kine grinds and no where to put it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax-NMmIVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NNrAWF9uLc4/s1600-h/good+crab+grinds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax-NMmIVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NNrAWF9uLc4/s400/good+crab+grinds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334146490919428434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first plate followed by prime rib, mahimahi, macademia nut chicken, and some tasty desserts :)  While we were eating we decided to go and watch the new Star Trek movie.  It was really good and very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax-bw1XZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/P5flfn7FyG8/s1600-h/Live+Long+and+Prosper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax-bw1XZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/P5flfn7FyG8/s400/Live+Long+and+Prosper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334146494829518226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are striking a Spock pose :) to everyone... "Live long and prosper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-4829454671985582278?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4829454671985582278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=4829454671985582278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4829454671985582278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4829454671985582278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-dinner-night.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Dinner Night :)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/Sgax9TODnKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/geRqVBQ7WhI/s72-c/Mothers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-3554674523852039958</id><published>2009-05-08T17:01:00.010-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:21:04.712-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Poi Oh Poi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgT09qQfWDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/M-GumzJNtTI/s1600-h/Poi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgT09qQfWDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/M-GumzJNtTI/s200/Poi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333657198866159666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgT09Z5TF_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/1K_rU8rECTs/s1600-h/Poke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgT09Z5TF_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/1K_rU8rECTs/s200/Poke.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333657194473920498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgT09Cj1bLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/poOhI2gKfTQ/s1600-h/winnng+combo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgT09Cj1bLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/poOhI2gKfTQ/s200/winnng+combo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333657188209880242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, its not gray goop! or some old paste! :)  Its island goodness at its finest!  It is especially good with;&lt;br /&gt;lomilomi salmon, hot kalua pig, or a nice steaming laulau :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another reason why I love Hawaii! :)  Mmmmm Sooooo Good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-3554674523852039958?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3554674523852039958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=3554674523852039958' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3554674523852039958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3554674523852039958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/poi-oh-poi.html' title='Poi Oh Poi!'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgT09qQfWDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/M-GumzJNtTI/s72-c/Poi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7767131499528095224</id><published>2009-05-05T19:48:00.015-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:31:20.415-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Laie :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEmqMvjWXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oxBTUpumPWY/s1600-h/1+Olnly+in+Laie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEmqMvjWXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oxBTUpumPWY/s400/1+Olnly+in+Laie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332585940200413554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEm-Er1RAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KNocyS6yOrc/s1600-h/2+Only+in+Laie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEm-Er1RAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KNocyS6yOrc/s400/2+Only+in+Laie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332586281634710530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEnsXjV8HI/AAAAAAAAAic/wKowSjkXVws/s1600-h/3+Only+in+Laie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEnsXjV8HI/AAAAAAAAAic/wKowSjkXVws/s400/3+Only+in+Laie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332587076973359218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEnYqGVsCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Kf52_Y6545o/s1600-h/4+Only+in+Laie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEnYqGVsCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Kf52_Y6545o/s400/4+Only+in+Laie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332586738354597922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was sitting in my living room talking with my Uncle Nifo and the next thing I see are the hulls of the Iosepa racing across my windows.  It would have been such a cool indoor shot, but my camera was far away :(  I got up grabbed it and tore outside as fast as I could to snap these shots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else in the "western civilized" world does a vessel of this size and type pass nonchalantly through narrow little neighborhood streets?  :)  I totally love it.  I love being a part of this wonderful community where I never know from one day to another what marvelous miracle I am going to witness.  That is what the community of Laie is like; a place of wonder and miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  What is cool is that our street is "Moana" street.  In Samoa and throughout Polynesia, moana means ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moana in the Samoan language means blue.  It also means ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Samoan speaks of the ocean he or she says, "Moana tele" tele meaning vast and moana meaning ocean or water.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7767131499528095224?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7767131499528095224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7767131499528095224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7767131499528095224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7767131499528095224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-in-laie.html' title='Only in Laie :)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SgEmqMvjWXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oxBTUpumPWY/s72-c/1+Olnly+in+Laie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-4333051231174286704</id><published>2009-05-03T23:59:00.014-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:01:24.677-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cannot Believe I Am Forty!</title><content type='html'>It's like... where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if just the other day I was 21... okay maybe 27, and then... BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 40!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so jarring!  The impact of the realization is both physical and mental.  My body is now 40 (actually it is probably older than 40 due to health conditions and poor care) and my mind is in denial.  It is not as bad as I make it out to be. I know it is another chapter added to my life.  Being 40 is part of the journey.  It is not necessarily a welcome part, but a part of life's journey still the same, and I can either embrace it and move forward with joy or I can wallow in self pity and lose myself in denial.  If I lose myself in self pity and denial, then I may eventually lose track of time, possibly miss a decade of my life, and skip straight to my 50's.  I definitely do not want to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 40 is not a bad thing, its just that I am not the fabulous 40 I envisioned myself to be.  My personal vision is still possible and I am not giving up.  Each day I will strive to do something to improve myself.  I will not stay stuck in a rut and not progress.  I will prevail and succeed in my righteous endeavors.  With the Lord, any thing is possible.  I believe that.  The hope and faith I have in that belief helps me to move forward.  It enables me to continue to strive to do the work to be the best person I know I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-4333051231174286704?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4333051231174286704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=4333051231174286704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4333051231174286704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4333051231174286704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cannot-believe-i-am-forty_2173.html' title='I Cannot Believe I Am Forty!'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-657828152916206997</id><published>2009-04-01T09:52:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:18:00.392-10:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPlL_KkUJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/b-3PzQJLT88/s1600-h/Jester2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPlL_KkUJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/b-3PzQJLT88/s200/Jester2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847578951766162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPlLpGZCjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/kioMEpd4Gf0/s1600-h/3jester_btn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPlLpGZCjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/kioMEpd4Gf0/s200/3jester_btn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847573028670002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPlMBWVcQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qVo58eEqsRw/s1600-h/2110262-3-jester-joker-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPlMBWVcQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qVo58eEqsRw/s200/2110262-3-jester-joker-card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847579537993986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPnTsJN-zI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rFZbPV8ZKeA/s1600-h/Jester_Unamused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPnTsJN-zI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rFZbPV8ZKeA/s200/Jester_Unamused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319849910308043570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a good prankster.  I'm really not.  These last couple of days at work I have been hiding behind walls and startling coworkers as they walk by.  It has been hilarious, but I need to stop.  I don't want to give someone a heart attack, and I think I almost did the first time I tried it.  I don't know why, but it is so funny to see someones startled and shocked response.  Better yet if I can get a good scream out of them LOLOL Horrible huh?  I don't know why, but it makes me laugh... all in good fun of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at work I offered my training instructor lemon peel.  I have always been taught to be kind and giving :) which I am not always, but I like to share.  Anyways, she took a good sized piece and stuck it all in her mouth and had a real sour reaction.  I didn't think anything much of it cause she along with our class had been eating these sour candies, and I mean SUPER SOUR.  Sour on the outside, but if you can suck for a bit you get to the sweet candy.  Well, my poor instructor thought that was what would happen with the lemon peel.  She plopped in a good sized piece and began chewing right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really gracious about it.  Another coworker told her she was.  The other coworker said she would have spit it out the minute she realized how sour it was.  I feel bad because I hope she doesn't think I gave her something sour on purpose to give her discomfort.  I LOVE lemon peel.  I just wanted to share something with her that we enjoy here in the islands.  As I drove home I thought to myself, my poor instructor is never going to forget me, and not because I am a genius! ;) but because I introduced her to lovely lemon peel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my lemon peel sharing happened yesterday and not today, otherwise my instructor would have really believed it was some sort of prank.  What was funny was, upon hearing our instructor had just had a lemon peel experience, most of my coworkers would say... "Oh that's good for when you have a cold," or "That's good when you get sick," or "It's great in your tea."  It was being classified as an island remedy and although my teacher didn't say anything, I am pretty sure she won't stock up on any lemon peel when she leaves the islands. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-657828152916206997?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/657828152916206997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=657828152916206997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/657828152916206997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/657828152916206997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SdPlL_KkUJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/b-3PzQJLT88/s72-c/Jester2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-5356526911567616270</id><published>2009-03-15T23:43:00.037-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:26:46.393-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nanilaie.info/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/ScAVq46pSTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oW9NYaCuYb8/s400/wallace_ohana080304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanilaie.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo courtesy of Mike Foley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I along with a multitude of people throughout the islands and from different countries paid our last respects and bade a fond aloha to "Uncle Bill," William Kauaiwiulaokalani Wallace III.  He was and still is a very good uncle.  I say still is, because although he is gone in the flesh, his spirit lives on, and though I don't see him; I know he is there alive and well in the spirit world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take a moment to remember him.  He accomplished so much in his life.  He was a young 60 years of age when he passed away, but he had lived a very full and awe inspiring life.  He was a lawyer, judge, professor, kumu hula, and a very loving father.  If I know anything about Uncle Bill, it is that he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; his family, and although he has tons and tons of extended family, myself included ;) it is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; is related to him... for reals :)  He treated everyone as his family and everyone loved and respected him as such too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bill was one of my professors at BYUH.  One thing that stands out the most from what I learned from him, is that it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;very important&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOW WHO YOU ARE&lt;/span&gt;.  I was taught this from my parents, grandparents, church leaders, and friends.  It is something I was taught is important as I was growing up and I understand that it is important, and in one of Uncle Bill's classes I had had a true "Ah Hahhhhh," moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were reading through the book, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vaka: Saga of a Polynesian Canoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a very good book for anyone interested in a good read about the populating of the Polynesian islands).  Uncle Bill was generating a discussion of our reading assignment and rather than trying to explain what the author meant, he "did" it.  We were covering a section about the importance of genealogy.  Upon stopping and visiting an island populated with lethally fierce people, the main character was able to stay alive by greeting the islanders' with a chant of his genealogy.  The royal leaders or ali'i of the different island kingdoms maintained strong ties by intermarrying.  By chanting his genealogy, the main character renewed those bonds of family and was welcomed with open arms and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bill went on to chant his genealogy, five generations from the past to him in the present.  I totally felt "chicken skin," and not cause my chinese sign is the rooster :) LOLOL.  All the blocks of information I was taught growing up clicked right into place.  He then went on to display his skill as a kumu hula and demonstrated through dance.  I was totally amazed.  He was such a beautiful dancer and chanter.  He could have easily done that in his life and been renowned for it, but Uncle Bill chose education and the law and those of us who were his students have truly been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lesson was further instilled because he assigned each of us to do the same with our own genealogy.  We had to start from five generations back to us in the present and we had to get up and present it to the class.  I felt very proud being able to do that.  With each generation I recited I felt the mana of who I am, who I came from, and that they and I are one and the same.  It was a very powerful personal and wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember him for this and for the love of family that he always shared with me.  I know he is in a better place.  I know he and Auntie Niki are reunited again in love and joy.  We who are left behind are the ones suffering the loss of a great man and a good loving caring leader, while those in Heaven joyously welcome him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Uncle Bill!  Thank you for all that you have done for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alofaaga e le Mavae, Siana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-5356526911567616270?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5356526911567616270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=5356526911567616270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/5356526911567616270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/5356526911567616270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/uncle-bill_15.html' title='Uncle Bill'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/ScAVq46pSTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oW9NYaCuYb8/s72-c/wallace_ohana080304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-3646589441768758795</id><published>2009-03-08T18:04:00.013-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:34:59.817-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic is Within Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why does it take some of us forever and a day to realize that all we ever want to be in life is within our grasp?... We just have to believe and do the work... "I" need to believe and do the work.  I know, the hard part is doing the "work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two and a half months since I have really been online.  I was going through withdrawals, :) I needed to do my taxes, and so last week Saturday I signed up with Hele Wireless. :)  Now I am online, I have completed my 2008 taxes, and I am trying to get my online groove back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched "Kung Fu Panda."  I told myself I would never watch that show just cause I did not want to pay to watch anything Angelina Jolie is in  (so dumb but I hate what happened in that love triangle).  Well a friend and her daughter came by today with the dvd and the next thing you know I am watching it (at least I didn't have to pay to watch it :).  Anyways, it is a good animation movie, I did enjoy it, and I walked away with the message that, "Within each of us individually is the secret to unlocking the all encompassing power of the universe." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, and throughout this whole past year, I have been reading a lot of fantasy books.  I really enjoy books about magic and dragons, other worlds and other peoples, and I have come across some really good books.   One of my favorite authors is Raymond E. Feist.  His stories deal with a lot of magic where good is pitted against evil.  In one of my favorite books of his, "Prince of the Blood," he introduces an interesting character into his sagas, a wizened old man whose name is Nakor.  Nakor possesses a lot of wisdom and power and yet he is famous in Feist's books for saying, "There is no magic."  It is a recurring line throughout his books and I have always understood it to mean that the power for overcoming evil or getting the quest done is not left for some vague or nameless magic to do, but for each of us to do with the wits we have been blessed with and by the sweat of our own brows.  I have read and thought about that line so often that when a similar thought presents itself, that line, "There is no magic," comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I watched "Kung Fu Panda," and heard Panda Po's father tell him... "There is no secret recipe,"  I totally thought of Raymond E. Feist's line... "There is no magic."  In "Kung Fu Panda," the sacred dragon scroll containing the knowledge of the all encompassing power of the universe was a blank reflective scroll where the person reading it could see nothing but his or her own reflection, meaning the power of the universe is within each individual :) and works according to what we truly believe of ourselves.  There was no secret ingredient in Po's father's noodle soup but because people believed there was, it made them believe the noodle soup was more delicious.  In Feist's books, there are beings of power and magic, but the ones making the sacrifices and completing the important quests were regular everyday people like you and me, so in that sense there is no magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I truly believe, is that in life, all power comes from our Heavenly Father.  He is the magic, He is the secret ingredient, and with faith and belief in Him and our own belief and confidence within our individual selves to do what is right, and to do His will in righteousness, eternity is our oyster and anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magic is within me, and if I believe in the Lord, believe in myself and do the work, I can accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-3646589441768758795?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3646589441768758795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=3646589441768758795' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3646589441768758795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3646589441768758795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/magic-is-within-me.html' title='The Magic is Within Me.'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6062786349183579529</id><published>2008-12-23T05:54:00.011-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:44:17.686-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Weather and Travel Waivers Up the Wazoo!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how horrible the weather has been since last week Monday.  There is a travel waiver in effect for the midwest, then a waiver for the northeast,  and now a waiver for the west coast. Harsh winter storms are blowing in from everywhere and these travel waivers are constantly being extended as the bad weather worsens.  Its been so bad that we have been slammed with overtime to meet the travel needs of our customers.  I am thankful for overtime, but I feel so badly for these poor people stuck mid destination during the Christmas holiday season in this severe cold weather.  Many have been stuck for days upon days at airports throughout our country.  As bundled images of passengers huddled together at terminals flit across television news screens, I cannot help but feel tremendously grateful that I live in warm Hawaii with a job and a roof over my head.  I am heading off to work to assist more traveling people in need!  Pacific Woman to the rescue! LOLOL...  Lord, please give me the strength, empathy, and patience I need to be of service to them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6062786349183579529?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6062786349183579529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6062786349183579529' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6062786349183579529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6062786349183579529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-weather-and-travel-waivers-up-wazoo.html' title='Bad Weather and Travel Waivers Up the Wazoo!'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-605852920799744233</id><published>2008-12-20T00:20:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:58:55.265-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Infiltration HIFF 2003 (short film)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="527" height="416"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4gayPQqr0eIG66Uzl&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4gayPQqr0eIG66Uzl&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="527" height="416"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xzb5r_silentinfiltration_shortfilms"&gt;Silent_Infiltration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/sianajb"&gt;sianajb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening aerial and outer island shots were purchased stock footage courtesy of Pacific Focus.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every other shot is mine :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The music and chanting at the beginning are the Tovey family from Laie.  The woman chanting is Kura Tovey.  The Tovey family Dave, Kura, Peter and Jonathan were so cool and awesome to go out of their way to help me realize my vision.  I wanted the music to be representative of the Pacific so there are drum beats and chants from various Pacific cultures. It was recorded by a dear friend, Kekoa Ahuna.  Making this short was a LOT of FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short is about a Pacific islander spy who comes from a dysfunctional family.  Despite the hardships he faced growing up he becomes one of Hawaii's top spies.  Although successful, he is still unhappy.  While he is trying to figure things out, someone is trying to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a Pacific islander trying to figure out his life in a white world, but a Pacific islander living the human experience in a human world.  It's not about color but about similar struggles we all face and only when we are willing to slow down and take the time to ponder things out and make some sacrifices can we find true joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character's name is Sai after my brother who passed away.  His last name is Lent because only when we are "Sai Lent" and ponder things through can we find our way through the help of our Savior.  The main girl's name is Alamoni after my great grandmother who was named after the first missionary tract in Samoa.  Her name means "true path."  The short is meant to be serious and yet fun at the same time LOLOL  I hope you all enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-605852920799744233?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/605852920799744233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=605852920799744233' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/605852920799744233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/605852920799744233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/silent-infiltration-hiff-2003.html' title='Silent Infiltration HIFF 2003 (short film)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7878326233695075985</id><published>2008-12-19T23:46:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:00:29.537-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clean Sweet Smell of a Wood Burning Fire</title><content type='html'>About twenty minutes ago on my way home from work, as I passed Hauula Beach Park, I caught a good clean whiff of a wood burning fire.  I LOVE that smell!  A blur of memories flashed through my mind of girls camp, ward camp, kumbayah, and lovely yummy creamy sticky smores!  LOL  I just love it!  I don't know why I never make the time to go out super late at night and have me a wood burning fire at the beach! LOLOL  I have a similar experience when I smell the fire of freshly mown grass and dry dead leaves after a good yard clean-up.  Those memories are of family, cleaning, and of good times past with many people who are long gone.  As I was driving home I thought about the fire and the smoke.  I thought to myself how funny it is that the smoke of a wood burning fire should smell so clean and sweet and bring such wonderful memories to mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7878326233695075985?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7878326233695075985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7878326233695075985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7878326233695075985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7878326233695075985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-clean-smell-of-wood-burning-fire.html' title='The Clean Sweet Smell of a Wood Burning Fire'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6349133636029013262</id><published>2008-12-19T01:10:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:43:30.069-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does sharing food make it all the more delicious?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever started into a bag of candy, chips, or cookies, and felt guilty that you were not sharing it with some loved one?  Or maybe on your way home you stopped by for a value meal at some fast food drive thru and you felt guilty because you did not buy more for others at home?  And as you were eating these foods, did they not taste as good as you thought they would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, have you ever taken one small bag of candy, chips, or cookies, or some small value meal and shared it with like six or seven other people, and did that food not taste like the best you have ever had and wished you had more but you were glad that you shared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, food always taste better for me when its shared.  There is less of it LOL but for some reason the food is so much more delicious than if I had kept it to myself.  What is the difference?  It is the same food, but it seems like the act of sharing enhances it's flavor.  The same thing happens when I make food with love.  If I make something with all my heart it always seems to come out tasty, but if I just rush right through the recipe because I am pressed for time, it doesn't taste as good.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically remember my grandmother when I was little telling me I always had to give the best food and the best portions to others.  I could not eat alone I always had to have enough to share with everyone or not eat at all because that would be very rude.  I remember my mother using an apple as a specific example.  She said when I halved an apple to share with someone I had to give the other person the bigger and better half.  They taught me this by example so when I do anything less I feel so bad and the food definitely loses its savor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but doing right by food makes it taste so much more wonderful and it brings me great joy.  Food and Joy LOLOL  I'm still trying to figure out the correlation between the two other than the comfort I get when I eat something I crave.  Food within society in general is a touchy subject no matter what culture we are raised in.  I think it would make for an interesting topic of study within the Pacific because food is a very important way of expressing ourselves to one another. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6349133636029013262?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6349133636029013262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6349133636029013262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6349133636029013262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6349133636029013262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-does-sharing-food-make-it-all-more.html' title='Why does sharing food make it all the more delicious?'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-5701970052737722008</id><published>2008-12-18T02:37:00.009-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:14:39.107-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Wasn't Big Enough</title><content type='html'>In February of 2000 I was bit by the television production bug!  It was a big bug and it bit me really hard.  All my young life growing up I was always afraid of not finding my life's true passion.  After my youngest brother passed away in 1999 I decided that life is too short to play it safe on the sidelines.  I got out there and started to try different things hoping to find what I really love to do, and I did.  I started taking Olelo Community Television classes on camera, editing, and producing, and I was in HEAVEN!  I must say that I had one of the most amazing teachers I have ever had in my entire life, Tom Galli.  He is someone I would refer to as master or sinsei.  He was just so awesome and easy to learn from and willing to let me think outside the box.  He never withheld knowledge from me and even if he didn't know something he would say, "Theoretically that should be possible," and I knew he would help me to find a way to get the effect that I was trying to attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I am such a gung ho kind of person.  I always reach for the moon and as a brand new client of Olelo I did just that.  As my "First Works" project I wanted to do something spectacular and awesome.  At that time, that meant a wonderful music rap video shot throughout scenic spots on Oahu.  I along with my talent, my brother's best friend, worked countless hours on this project.  As a first works project it was AWESOME (if I do say so myself LOL).  I submitted it to the Ohina Film Festival that year and it was accepted.  The Honolulu Advetiser (or Star Bulletin?) had asked the Ohina Film Festival people for a producer to do a feature on while advertising the festival in the TGIF section of the paper and I was selected.  I remember that time so well, I was on cloud nine hundred and ninety-nine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That positive experience and countless others at that time sparked in me a desire for more, to do more.  I loved what I was doing and I didn't want to lose that feeling.  I was actually afraid each day that that feeling of wonder and awe I felt every time I worked on production would go away, but it never did, and it never has.  It was then that I had this dream, that one day I would have a movie play at the Dole Cannery Signature Theater and my name would appear in the beginning and at the end in the credits on the big screen.  At the time it seemed like a huge and unattainable dream, but I felt that if I believed in myself and did the work and of course prayed really hard to my Heavenly Father for his help, that any thing would be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward from August 2000 to October 2003.  I had gone through a lot to get to this point and with the help of many kind and loving people, especially my family, and especially my sister, I was able to complete a short film about a successful Pacific Islander spy from a dysfunctional home trying to find himself.  It made it into the Hawaii International Film Festival (HIFF) 2003 as one of the local shorts.  I was ecstatic.  I didn't realize until later that one of the screens my short would show on would be at theater 1 at the Dole Cannery Signature Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream actually had two parts.  The first of course, is that my film would play on the big screen at that particular theater.  The second part was that my movie poster would be advertised in a specific spot.  Now anyone who was a Dole Cannery Signature Theater lover back in early 2000 would know what awesome movie was coming soon every time he or she stepped out of one of the elevators and made his or her way to the ticket booth. Across the way and facing the elevators was a corner room lined with a glass wall.  Whenever there was some hot new movie coming soon the larger than life posters would be advertised on that wall's central panel of glass... yes that is where I wanted my short film movie poster displayed! LOL  And yes that is where it was displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was mounting my poster up on the center of that glass wall, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of self actualization.  I was in the moment of realizing one of my dreams and I was aware of it.  It felt so surreal.  I just cried.  Tears of joy.  I was amazed that I was actually doing something I had only dreamed about doing.  Albeit it wasn't some national blockbuster and not some full length feature film, but it was a film and it was mine and it was showing on the big screen at Dole Cannery Signature Theater with my movie poster mounted on the center of that glass wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say my dream wasn't big enough, I meant it.  I realized my first dream and then I didn't pursue it to the next level hard enough.  Maybe I just didn't dream a second part clear enough and I may have gotten lost on a tangent, but I am glad of where I have been and what I have done because it has made me a better person, and a better filmmaker.  I am ready now to dream a bigger dream.  And as this year winds down to a close, I am pondering and working on the details of just what that big dream is for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-5701970052737722008?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5701970052737722008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=5701970052737722008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/5701970052737722008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/5701970052737722008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dream-wasnt-big-enough.html' title='My Dream Wasn&apos;t Big Enough'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-3968701681871066815</id><published>2008-12-16T23:33:00.022-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:31:31.290-10:00</updated><title type='text'>From Funerals to Floods to Bare Butting Pillows :D</title><content type='html'>Its been a week since my last post.  Can we all say the words, "HECTIC, OVERWHELMING, PRESSURED, EXHAUSTING?"  Can we also say these words, "LOVE, SERVICE, JOY, FAMILY, HAPPINESS?"  There is opposition in all things and if we are patient, have faith in Christ, and endure to the end, all things work out for the best.  Sometimes its hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I know its there and if I just keep plugging along and believe in Christ, I know He will help me through these trials and in the end I will find peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last Tuesday I have been baking non-stop every day.  From rolls, to cinnamon rolls, to monkey bread, and then this morning pizza crust.  We were invited to a family dinner.  The economy has been so bad and I haven't been working a full 80 hours so I didn't have any money to buy something to take.  I hadn't baked bread in about 8 to 9 years but I had been thinking about it throughout November, so I decided to bake dinner rolls.  They were fresh from the oven and we had some real butter to go with them.  My cousins really enjoyed them.  I was so glad.  I decided, that I may not have much money, but I can bake so the next morning my sister and I made cinnamon rolls for the first time.  I had actually attempted cinnamon rolls a few years ago, but they were so huge my family called them cinnamon loaves :)  My uncle and his family also enjoyed the cinnamon rolls and it felt really good to be able to do something for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roll recipe for the cinnamon rolls was given to my sister by a wonderful sister in our ward who is such a wonderful baker.  She is such a super mom and is very inspiring to me.  Through her service of sharing that delicious and simple recipe with us we were able to do something within our means to contribute to my uncle and his family during a very hard and trying time in their lives, they had just lost their wife and mother, my aunty, so it felt good to do something for them.  Something from the heart with a lot of love.  It's funny how gifts of love are magnified.  The sister who shared the recipe shared it with love and blessed my life.  I shared it with love and I know with all my heart that what my sister and I have baked throughout this week was received with love and gratitude.  We also shared the recipe with two of our cousins and one of them baked cinnamon rolls today.  It feels so good to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Thursday was my Aunty's funeral.  It was the same day that all of Laie and the island of Oahu was flooded.  That morning the rain poured endlessly from the sky.  We had not heard whether or not the funeral was canceled.  We had decided to pray to our Heavenly Father for the protection of our home from the flood because we had to go to the funeral.  By 8:30 am we were on our way to the Hauula mauka chapel.  We got stuck in front of Hauula shopping center for about 2 1/2 hours because a bridge was washed out.  When we were finally allowed to cross , we got to the chapel were informed that the funeral was postponed until the next morning.  My poor uncle and cousins,  I cannot even imagine their stress for aunty.  I was also overwhelmed at the outpouring of love I felt at seeing relatives from throughout the island, Maui, and Utah who came to pay their respects to my uncle and his family.  No matter how bad the weather was they were there and it felt so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed a while at the chapel talking story with our relatives and then went home to see how our home was doing.  The Lord truly blessed us because although our house is ground level and deep in flood territory :) we were not flooded.  I didn't realize how bad the flood was until I had seen all the photos that others have posted where water was literally waist deep in many places and on Saturday when we drove to the chapel for my cousin's daughter's baptism there were soaked and muddied couches, carpets, and other household items litering peoples driveways in preparation for bulky item trash pick up.  It was horrible and I realized how truly truly blessed we are that our home was not flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning was my aunty's funeral services, it was beautiful.  My cousins had asked my sister and me to sing a couple of songs at the viewing.  I was petrified because I do not play the ukulele or piano.  We always sing with my mom and she plays :)  I now realize everyday how much I take for granted that my mom will always be there with all her talents.  I realize I definitely need to learn how to play something :)  Since Sunday before the service I had been practicing our songs on my ukulele.  My playing was okay (nuff said about that) LOL  and my cousins and uncle received it with much love and I was grateful because I am definitely no ukulele virtuoso! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The viewing started at 8:30 am and the services and meal ended at 2:30 pm.  Because the ground was still too saturated with water the burial was postponed until Monday morning at 10:30 am.  I felt so bad for my uncle and his family but they were very strong and the burial on Monday morning was beautiful short sweet and to the point.  After the funeral service on Friday I went home, rested for a bit, and then baked cinnamon rolls for our ward party that night at 6:30 pm.  The party was awesome, the food ono, and the entertainment lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning we baked cinnamon rolls for the baptism.  It was a good baptism. And then rested at home for a few minutes before we had to go to work.  We didn't get home till after midnight and I still had to make final preparations for my relief society lesson on Sunday.  Thank the Lord it went well and that afternoon when I got home I baked cinnamon rolls for those who helped me out with my lesson, and at 5:00 pm went to ward choir practice because we are singing next Sunday for the sacrament meeting Christmas program.  We are singing some really beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I tried my hand at monkey bread.  It was good, but I prefer cinnamon rolls.  We went to the burial service, rushed to Kailua to pay for a bill, and then I ended up calling in to work to get some time off because I was not feeling well.  We came home and another one of my cousins came over to pick up some boxes we had been holding for him since April.  He just got married and his wife is so cool.  We ended up talking story for about 5 hours.  Can you believe that?  It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our conversations was about how we used to fight with our siblings.  Keywords "used to fight" LOL.  We were talking about booger flicking when my cousin's wife brings up bare butting pillows.  I'm like, "What the heck is bare butting pillows?"  It turns out it is exactly what she said it is, someone putting his or her bare butt on your pillow.... GROSS!  I turned to another cousin who had come over earlier and asked her if she and her siblings ever flicked boogers at each other or bare butted pillows and she's like, "No, we just fight for real."  I'm like, "Wow, better not mess with your brothers!" LOLOL Then again, bare butting pillows takes the cake (or should I say... cinnamon roll? LOL).  I am definitely not messing with THOSE brothers either! LOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-3968701681871066815?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3968701681871066815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=3968701681871066815' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3968701681871066815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3968701681871066815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-funerals-to-floods-to-bare-butting.html' title='From Funerals to Floods to Bare Butting Pillows :D'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-1715937966221711475</id><published>2008-12-09T01:18:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:52:04.163-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dill Pickle Flavored Sunflower Seeds (146)</title><content type='html'>Yes they were on sale! LOL  I actually love sunflower seeds, and when I saw these on sale I thought to myself, "How bad can they be?"  Baaaad! LOLOL But I am not one to waste money, so I am eating them anyway, and yes I wait till I am really hungry for a snack LOL.  The seeds themselves are very plump, nicely roasted, and tasty, but the seasoning on the outside shell of the seeds is not all that great.  I suppose it somewhat tastes like pickles.  The bag it comes in is the color of pickles LOL (I know... what was I thinking?  LOLOL).  I just really don't care for the flavoring.  I didn't realize sunflower seeds came flavored, when I read the back of the bag there are also chili lime, smoky barbeque, and spicy flavors too.  I think from now on I will just stick to the regular old salt roasted kind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/ST5bv4-m_oI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Bi3WiBHkNpg/s1600-h/DSC02396b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/ST5bv4-m_oI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Bi3WiBHkNpg/s400/DSC02396b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277756691631767170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-1715937966221711475?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1715937966221711475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=1715937966221711475' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/1715937966221711475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/1715937966221711475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/dill-pickle-flavored-sunflower-seeds.html' title='Dill Pickle Flavored Sunflower Seeds (146)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/ST5bv4-m_oI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Bi3WiBHkNpg/s72-c/DSC02396b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7186803132122077541</id><published>2008-12-07T23:19:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:08:53.353-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Realistic (148 &amp; 147)</title><content type='html'>I know... being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;realistic&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a lot of&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) but it gets me right to the point and I am not one to fuss and muss.   During this holiday season its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to be about what I did or did not eat or when.  Holiday celebrations are going on every where, and I am going to be a part of it.  I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be a part of it.  I am an involved person.  I like to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;interact&lt;/span&gt; with others around me and that means being an active partaker LOL  I don't need to add any unnecessary pressure to myself.  I do need to be more careful and aware of my daily decisions.  I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;work harder&lt;/span&gt;.  Time waits for no one and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;my time&lt;/span&gt; is quickly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;running out&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our single adult &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;service project&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;.  We went Christmas caroling and handed out gift baskets to select individuals throughout our stake.  It &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; feels great to do good deeds.  It is such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natural high&lt;/span&gt; and it makes me want to strive to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;better person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STzvWUeRM8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/kaQsqfN_E-M/s1600-h/DSC02337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STzvWUeRM8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/kaQsqfN_E-M/s400/DSC02337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277356030103204802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joyful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STzvW76qWFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_AUunMJo8K4/s1600-h/DSC02346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STzvW76qWFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_AUunMJo8K4/s400/DSC02346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277356040691275858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7186803132122077541?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7186803132122077541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7186803132122077541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7186803132122077541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7186803132122077541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-realistic-148-147.html' title='Being Realistic (148 &amp; 147)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STzvWUeRM8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/kaQsqfN_E-M/s72-c/DSC02337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6460681412956117888</id><published>2008-12-05T22:28:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:33:12.919-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Focusing on the Positive  (149)</title><content type='html'>Today I had a really relaxing day, which I am thankful for.  I did weigh myself and found that I gained 6 lbs back, but on a positive note I did not gain back the full 12 lbs I had lost...  Yea!!!  Yes that was enough to stop me from eating after 7:30 pm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6460681412956117888?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6460681412956117888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6460681412956117888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6460681412956117888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6460681412956117888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-focusing-on-positive-149.html' title='Still Focusing on the Positive  (149)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-1382227146947862483</id><published>2008-12-04T23:21:00.022-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:34:24.312-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Focusing on the Positive  (150)</title><content type='html'>Pops funeral service was beautiful.  Vika's father (Vika is a friend and coworker) played beautiful piano music at the viewing for at least two hours straight. We arrived at the viewing at 10 am and he was already playing and played till 12 noon.  I call that love and respect.  It set a beautiful tone and added to the wonderful spirit of the viewing, and Pops is definitely worth it.  It was really nice to hear the thoughts that everyone shared of Pops.  He was a man who strove for excellence and perfection in all that he did.  He always gave everything he did 200 % effort and focus.  He never settled for anything less.  He loved the finer things in life, and he worked hard to attain them.  He loves our Heavenly Father and he loves his family.  The burial service ended at 2:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the services we had lunch and shopped for baskets for our single adult service project this Saturday December 6, 2008.  We are caroling and handing out fruit baskets.  It felt good to complete that task and mentally check it off of our list of to dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our shopping done, we headed home at about 4 pm.  We shopped at Tamuras for necessities :) (food for our dog), went home, got ready, and at 6 pm attended Kahuku High School's production of The Sound of Music.  The parents, high school students, and younger children involved in the play all did a marvelous job.  The acting, singing, and props were great, and the whole play took at least three hours (I won't say any more about that LOL cause I'm being positive LOL).  Suffice to say that my okole (Hawaiian word for buttocks) was so sore and my back was aching, but it was worth it cause we showed our support to members our ward and community and those moments are important in life too.  After the play we left the high school at about 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on picking up hours at work tomorrow, but I think I need a rest.  These last three weeks have been so busy.  It has definitely been a good busy, a busy that needed doing :) but I will be happy to relax tomorrow. :)  Signing off while thinking positively! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-1382227146947862483?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1382227146947862483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=1382227146947862483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/1382227146947862483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/1382227146947862483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/focusing-on-positive-150.html' title='Focusing on the Positive  (150)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6870807965505173447</id><published>2008-12-03T23:59:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:24:42.288-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Siana and I am an Emotional Eater... :(     (151)</title><content type='html'>At 7:00 am this morning I received a call from my cousin, one of my aunties has passed away. I am just flabbergasted. It seems like people are passing away way too soon! One right after another and these are not strangers, these people are family friends and people within the community. Earlier this afternoon my sister went to a wake of a dear family friend. He died of old age and we are attending his funeral tomorrow. We just attended a funeral this past Saturday of one of our cousins, and now my other cousins and Uncle are planning the funeral of our auntie. It just feels so unreal. Time is going by too fast and I am too slow to change and do what I need to do to live a healthier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate breakfast, lunch, and I also had a snack prepared for dinner, but after work I was STARVING! I just had to eat a jumbo jack and chicken sandwich. I came home and had some sunflower seeds. I was thinking to myself during the ending part of my shift and all the way home, "Why am I starving? I've eaten less before and been more than satisfied." I was wondering if it was because I might be feeling so emotional about everything that is going on, then I got home and read Liz's last comment. I have always thought I was an emotional eater, and today I actually felt like one. It doesn't help either that it is the Christmas holidays. I am going to really be wrestling with myself for the next few days.... Big Time! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6870807965505173447?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6870807965505173447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6870807965505173447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6870807965505173447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6870807965505173447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='My Name is Siana and I am an Emotional Eater... :(     (151)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-3401585388259337025</id><published>2008-12-02T23:37:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:56:52.959-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Downward Spiral (152)</title><content type='html'>Today started out really good.  I got up, made my oatmeal, I even ate a good dinner, but when my sister came home at 9 pm with a plate of cake (I knew I should not eat), I put the cake in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed (the whole plate of cake).  I don't know whats wrong with me.  I ate it knowing full well I shouldn't, but I still did.  It's like I am compelling myself to fail.  So sad!  I don't know why, but I defeat myself all time.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-3401585388259337025?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3401585388259337025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=3401585388259337025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3401585388259337025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3401585388259337025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/downward-spiral-152.html' title='Downward Spiral (152)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-4649625695886052626</id><published>2008-12-01T22:46:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:54:43.411-10:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day Closer to My Goal :D  (153)</title><content type='html'>Got up at 3:30 am, quickly got ready for work, and rushed out the door.  Yes, I did not prepare again! Ugh!  I did okay, but I was hungry, so when a friend came by and offered butter and chocolate mochi... I capitulated! LOL  I laugh but really I am crying inside :(  I stopped eating at 7:30 pm but forgot like at 9:00 pm and had eaten two handfuls of buttered popcorn.  I just got home from work minutes ago, and I still feel like I am doing okay.  I resisted a delicious roll of Rolo's yummy chocolate covered caramels... Ohhh how I wish I could have eaten those :) but I didn't :)  And right outside my bedroom fudge brownies and pumpkin mochi lie in wait! Ughhh! LOL  I am resisting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-4649625695886052626?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4649625695886052626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=4649625695886052626' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4649625695886052626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4649625695886052626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-more-day-closer-to-my-goal-d-154.html' title='One More Day Closer to My Goal :D  (153)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7896820409976465310</id><published>2008-11-30T22:42:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:48:47.568-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Falling Behind (154)</title><content type='html'>I was weak today.  I ate till 8:30 pm and had a piece of cake.  The cake was not even worth it.  I think what got me started was that I was baking for visiting teaching.  I had to taste it to be sure it was edible.  It was my first time making this banana bread recipe and that lead to eating later which included that small piece of cake :D (yes, small piece LOL so rationalizing this).  I'm not completely off the wagon.   I am righting myself before this gets any worse (crossing legs, arms, eyes, and fingers I am able to right myself LOL). *Big Sigh* Hope we all have a great week... sure hate to see what that scale has in store for me on Friday... Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7896820409976465310?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7896820409976465310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7896820409976465310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7896820409976465310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7896820409976465310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-falling-behind-154.html' title='I&apos;m Falling Behind (154)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7875697456851030943</id><published>2008-11-29T23:06:00.019-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:02:12.144-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory be to God on High  (155)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STJiAhqd2TI/AAAAAAAAAeI/CrqzZOFvonY/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STJiAhqd2TI/AAAAAAAAAeI/CrqzZOFvonY/s400/DSC01495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274385874780281138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my cousin and her husband said good-bye to their 3 year old son.  I cannot even imagine the pain of having your own child pass away before you, but my cousin and her husband are so strong and the funeral services were very beautiful.  It was so wonderful to hear the testimonies shared today that Jesus Christ lives, and that through his Atonement, our good works and faith in Him, our families can be together forever.  It was so awesome to see the love and support showered upon this beautiful young family not only from their immediate and extended families, but also from community and ward members too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STJl1tY36xI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7XMpMnubk7E/s1600-h/DSC01473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STJl1tY36xI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7XMpMnubk7E/s320/DSC01473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274390086995667730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STJl17UOFYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6qn9XnNxWiA/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STJl17UOFYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6qn9XnNxWiA/s320/DSC01488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274390090734245250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the burial site the rain poured during the blessing of the grave site, but no matter, everyone there was filled with love for this young boy and his family.  There were so many people there, family and friends, paying their respect and sharing their love with this lovely family.  I could feel Heavenly Father's spirit there blessing those in attendance with comfort and peace.  No one seemed to want to leave the burial site, it was as if people were trying to prolong their good-byes with young Rayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same at the luncheon after the burial.  There was beautiful music shared by Rayden's Uncles and cousins, the food was delicious and served with a lot of love and happiness, and even after the food was served, and the tables and chairs put away, so many people remained behind unwilling to say good-bye to one another.  There was such a beautiful feeling of love and support and it touched my soul and filled me with such great joy.  I really had a very beautiful comforting peaceful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to what happened physically :D  I did have a few pieces of cake (I was starving!) and I was so parched after walking around and taking pictures (which I did with much Happiness and Joy LOL), that I had a super sized diet soft drink.  I was really craving for some of that refreshing carbonated fizz.  :)  I did stop eating by 7:30 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7875697456851030943?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7875697456851030943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7875697456851030943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7875697456851030943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7875697456851030943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/glory-be-to-god-on-high-155.html' title='Glory be to God on High  (155)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/STJiAhqd2TI/AAAAAAAAAeI/CrqzZOFvonY/s72-c/DSC01495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-2566596404961575585</id><published>2008-11-28T21:41:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:51:00.078-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Late is not Great LOL  (156)</title><content type='html'>I got up late for work today so it was out the door without anything prepared to eat for breakfast or lunch (not recommended).  Good thing I grabbed a plate my aunt had me bring home from our Thanksgiving dinner and a bunch of ripe bananas and that held me until I was able to get home this evening and have a good dinner.  I ate till 8 pm tonight but I am full and satisfied :) LOLOL  I had some hard lichee candy at work to get me by (yes I am so bad! LOL but still working at being better!).  In the islands the celebrations don't end until the holidays do :) Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then New Years LOLOL  I'm happy though with my progress so today was just okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-2566596404961575585?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2566596404961575585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=2566596404961575585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2566596404961575585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2566596404961575585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-late-is-not-great-lol-156.html' title='Being Late is not Great LOL  (156)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-123482948727236569</id><published>2008-11-27T23:56:00.015-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:24:51.330-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful for My Aiga :D  (157)</title><content type='html'>I called my parents and brother to wish them all a "Happy Thanksgiving," it was nice to hear their voices and to talk with them on the phone (thank the Lord for technology!).  And for the first time in my life I actually watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought I was going to have a quiet to myself  Thanksgiving this year, but I was wrong.  Earlier in the week&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I had received a call from my cousin Tui who lives in Waianae, inviting me over for a family gathering.  I hadn't seen many of my family on my dad's side in over a decade.  Others I met there I hadn't seen in at least two decades.  It was a real treat to renew family bonds with them and to be introduced to the younger generation cousins.  The Thanksgiving celebration was even more special because two aunties who are elders of the family almost passed away this past September.  It was a blessing to be able to celebrate this day of gratitude with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much joy in my heart for the opportunity I had to be with my dad's family.  My parents are in American Samoa, my brother and his family are in Utah, and my sister had to work.  It was a blessing to bond with family members who I rarely if ever see.  We played games, were serenaded by Uncle Tuiava and cousin Felise, and had the best Samoan food and the most scrumptious desserts, hey, it was Thanksgiving! :D  I am now back to my routine I have been working at.  I did stop eating at 7:30 pm :D but I drank a lot of juice, I was so thirsty! LOLOL  And did I mention there was wonderful tasty food? Heh heh heh...  It was a feast and all of it shared with lots and lots of LOVE!  I know that Love was the special ingredient that put the celebration ratings over the top! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my wonderful family and some of the great food we got to chow.  I didn't even get to eat everything that was there... there was just too much food and no moah enuf room!  :P  Phew! :)  Hope you all had as happy and wonderful a Thanksgiving as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS_PbLH5GQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uyLcvVTTrls/s1600-h/Aunty+Fuata%27i+and+Uncle+Tuiava.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS_PbLH5GQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uyLcvVTTrls/s200/Aunty+Fuata%27i+and+Uncle+Tuiava.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273661754423449858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS_PcMNv6HI/AAAAAAAAAbo/K_cZut6nR2o/s1600-h/Aunty+Lika.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS_PcMNv6HI/AAAAAAAAAbo/K_cZut6nR2o/s200/Aunty+Lika.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273661771896318066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS_PcoNcO2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ca3MLzPN61c/s1600-h/Aunty+Rosaline+and+Uncle+Ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS_TLX5rv7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/-4bIPeKxtPs/s200/Oka.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273665881022119858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS_NQIx2mXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6M6Wu1g4ACM/s1600-h/Aunty+Rosaline+and+Uncle+Ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-123482948727236569?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/123482948727236569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=123482948727236569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/123482948727236569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/123482948727236569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-thankful-for-my-aiga-d-157.html' title='I am Thankful for My Aiga :D  (157)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS_PbLH5GQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uyLcvVTTrls/s72-c/Aunty+Fuata%27i+and+Uncle+Tuiava.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-4817710606309679063</id><published>2008-11-27T00:13:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:26:22.737-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Successful Day (158)</title><content type='html'>I was so anxious to weigh myself today because of the Thanksgiving holidays.  I wasn't sure if the clinic where I weigh myself would be open on Friday so I decided to weigh in today just in case ( I couldn't wait until Dec 1 ).   I am so excited that I did.  I lost 6 more pounds!  Today is the tenth day and I have lost a total of 12 pounds.  I know weighing in can be "iffy," but just seeing those numbers really boosts my spirit and makes being hungry in the evenings worth it. :D  I am going to work really hard at not overeating tomorrow :)  Today was another good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-4817710606309679063?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4817710606309679063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=4817710606309679063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4817710606309679063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4817710606309679063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-successful-day-158.html' title='Another Successful Day (158)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-4725173344472550213</id><published>2008-11-26T08:13:00.013-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:08:09.929-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Fun I got off of Liz's blog :D</title><content type='html'>My very own flickr mosaic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS2UM92FhwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/pwArBX1QH10/s1600-h/siana+mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS2UM92FhwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/pwArBX1QH10/s400/siana+mosaic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273033689201477378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Concept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/search/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(choose four columns and three rows, also choose individual URL's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11. One word to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://foreverkaili.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;, for this fun activity. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-4725173344472550213?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4725173344472550213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=4725173344472550213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4725173344472550213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4725173344472550213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-fun-i-got-off-of-lizs-blog-d_26.html' title='Something Fun I got off of Liz&apos;s blog :D'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SS2UM92FhwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/pwArBX1QH10/s72-c/siana+mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-731839005480872083</id><published>2008-11-25T15:41:00.010-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:10:55.119-10:00</updated><title type='text'>An All Consuming Struggle LOL ... (159)</title><content type='html'>When I decided I wanted to be fabulous at 40, I did not want my blogging to be all about weight loss.  Unfortunately, when it comes down to writing, that is all that has been on my mind :D  The battle of... "To Eat? or, Not To Eat?" those are the questions. LOL  To be honest, the cravings have not lessened, but my will power and resolve not to eat after 7:30 pm has grown stronger.  Last night, again I was struggling with the cravings.  Bad habits are so hard to break.  You know you have it bad when roasted, chocolate covered, and barbecued "June bugs" from Maine have you drooling LOL (Yes I was watching Bizarre Foods LOL), but I believe that as I continue to resist and not break that rule of not eating after 7:30 pm, I will nurture and develop a very good, strong, and desireable habit :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still going strong :) and I do need to work at drinking more water and less milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-731839005480872083?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/731839005480872083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=731839005480872083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/731839005480872083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/731839005480872083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-consuming-struggle-lol-159.html' title='An All Consuming Struggle LOL ... (159)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-73350057618273997</id><published>2008-11-24T22:43:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:44:30.838-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistance... Chihoo!  (160)</title><content type='html'>Forward. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-73350057618273997?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/73350057618273997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=73350057618273997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/73350057618273997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/73350057618273997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/resistance-chihoo-160.html' title='Resistance... Chihoo!  (160)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6527090924044498610</id><published>2008-11-23T23:16:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:20:18.378-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Resisting! :)  (161)</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to document my progress :D  I'm not doing too bad.  I'm still resisting.  Still not eating past 7:30 pm.  I just turned down rice crispy treats, oreo cookies, and blow pops.  I am though having a glass of chocolate milk :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6527090924044498610?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6527090924044498610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6527090924044498610' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6527090924044498610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6527090924044498610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-still-resisting-161.html' title='I&apos;m Still Resisting! :)  (161)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6976816455622468793</id><published>2008-11-23T01:22:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:30:09.233-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Going Strong :)  (162)</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day with no candy or sweets and no eating after 7:30 pm.  I even cooked shoyu chicken (I make a mean shoyu chicken) and rice late into the evening and I was able to resist.  I'm proud about that.  It helped, of course, that I had eaten earlier and was filled.  I am happy with today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6976816455622468793?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6976816455622468793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6976816455622468793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6976816455622468793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6976816455622468793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-going-strong-162.html' title='Still Going Strong :)  (162)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7890499491483360581</id><published>2008-11-22T01:37:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:31:35.346-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!  Good News!  (163)</title><content type='html'>Getting off work late is SUPER exhausting!  I am so pooped!  But I wanted to get on and share my good news for today.  I actually weighed myself last Friday before I committed to being super fabulous at 40.  I went in to weigh myself today before work and I have lost 6 pounds! :D  I totally felt super excited and that all my suffering this past week was worth it! :)  Anyways... Thanks everyone for your support and good advice.  I appreciate it.  I hope I do as good on Dec 1 when I go weigh in again.  Except for a handful of individually wrapped hard lichee candy, I am still keeping my commitments.  Resisting something sweet is so difficult!  All in all today definitely was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7890499491483360581?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7890499491483360581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7890499491483360581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7890499491483360581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7890499491483360581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/woohoo-good-news-163.html' title='Woohoo!  Good News!  (163)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-2700429286160712189</id><published>2008-11-20T22:08:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:14:35.433-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Lizzie :)  (164)</title><content type='html'>Today has been such an emotional day.  For once in I don't know how long LOL I actually followed through with a friend and we lunched together as planned.  It took us a few months :) since we had originally said, "We should go out to lunch sometime," on June 30, 2008 :D (I remember cause it was enrichment night and Liz was one of our guest speakers), and I am glad we actually did it.  We met up at Chili's in Mililani at about 12:30 pm and we didn't leave until 4:10 pm and yes we both talked the whole time!  Or maybe I did most of the talking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz Kaili is just one of those people you meet in your life that you feel you can trust and be open with.  I have always felt at home with her and as our friendship has grown I have been able to share my thoughts with her openly.  I know she is not perfect, and has her own personal issues to deal with in her life as we all do, but she is always willing to reach out and be supportive of and listen to others.  We had a good lunch.  Neither of us ordered dessert cause we were both so full, and we both drank water so that was pretty good too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our awesome lunch I went to pick up my sister from work only to find that she had left a few hours earlier with a close friend whose father had just passed away.  I rushed over to Tripler Army Medical Center and caught them just as they were leaving.  I got to meet our friend's niece and gave her a ride to our friend's home.  On our way out of the hospital parking lot we decided, my friend's niece and I, that the family needed a nice treat, a pick-me-upper to enjoy together in memory of "Pops."  We chose to buy vanilla ice-cream, chocolate fudge cake, and some "Liliha Bakery Chantilly Cocoa Puffs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today was not such a good day.  I didn't feel pressure to eat the cocoa puffs (I had 2 :( ) but socially, dare I say even culturally, I felt I needed to eat not only cause I was tempted and I knew it would taste good LOL, but also to appreciate the gesture.  I don't know if that makes any sense or not but I feel that is a lot of what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bad, but I actually wasn't too bad (rationalizing LOL).  Though my meal was a bit rich (meaning high in fat and calories) I didn't eat all of my lunch, I did eat two cocoa puffs, ate until 8 pm, and had a tall glass of lemonade and milk (very tall LOL...*Sigh*).  I will never give up, never surrender!  I am still in this fight to the end!  I weigh myself tomorrow..Yikes! .... (Don't worry, I am too shy to share it on my blog LOLOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-2700429286160712189?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2700429286160712189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=2700429286160712189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2700429286160712189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2700429286160712189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/lunch-with-lizzie-164.html' title='Lunch with Lizzie :)  (164)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-4329008455588207458</id><published>2008-11-20T01:24:00.008-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:51:42.376-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Savoring a Tall Glass of Cold Milk  :P  (165)</title><content type='html'>Got home at midnight and just sat back savoring a nice tall glass of cold milk while contemplating my day. :D  It was a good day.  I am still resisting LOLOL and I don't think its going to get any easier, but I am working at it.  During the ride home I was feeling very ravenous.  I don't know why it is, but after work I just want to grind big time.  I think it is just part of my old pattern of eating cause that's what I would do, come home and either stop along the way and eat fast food, or get home and have a big meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best to put those "grind times" behind me.  Today is actually the third day I got up and prepared my meal before work.  Usually I'll stop and buy something for lunch which would lead to buying a lot of other unnecessary stuff (junks LOL).  Now, I am just trying to stay away from eating things made any place else but home, unless its some kind of event or a meal out with a friend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say blogging my thoughts really helps me to keep focused.  When I feel like giving in I think about the little progress I have made and I don't want to take any steps back.  I just want to be strong and move forward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-4329008455588207458?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4329008455588207458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=4329008455588207458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4329008455588207458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/4329008455588207458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/savoring-tall-glass-of-cold-milk-p-165.html' title='Savoring a Tall Glass of Cold Milk  :P  (165)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6167427234186192270</id><published>2008-11-18T20:17:00.011-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:59:38.394-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Census Bureau Testing... (166)</title><content type='html'>Yea!!!  I made it to the 1:00 pm test session :) you know... the one at 10:00 am was just too early for me. It didn't help that I had to do laundry.  When my laundry was done I rushed down to Hauula Kam Hwy chapel smelling fresh and clean and made it just as the facilitator was starting the application process.  The test wasn't so bad, but I haven't taken a test in eons and I felt a little pressured. :)  I did okay and will wait to see if I get called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facilitator is actually the manager of the census here in Hawaii and he was pretty cool.  He told us that all across the island there has been small turn outs to the testing sessions, so when coming to Hauula he decided to forgo the maybe 2 or 3 test assistants that usually accompany the facilitator.  It was a big mistake because he had a big turn out here on our side.  Poor guy had to pass everything out, gather them back in, and then pass more sheets out again.  There was a lot to go over and I totally felt for him cause he had to jump from table to table and there were quite a few of us and lots more earlier and after our group.  I was actually surprised at the turn out, there were lots of friends and community members from Laie and Kahuku in attendance as well.  It's a funny thought to think of the census force being comprised of the latter day saints of Hawaii (Laie, Kahuku, and Hauula) :) going house to house counting the people of our state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The application process and testing actually took about two hours.  It took a while because there was only one man checking and verifying everyones identification, otherwise it would have been a quicker process.  I am glad I was able to get off of work to try out for the census jobs.  Depending on what the job is a person can make anywhere between $15 - $18.50 and its only temporary for anywhere between 1 to 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another day has passed and I have been able to stay away from sweets and junk food.  I cannot remember what time I stopped eating yesterday evening.  It was probably around 8 pm.  I am, however, committing myself today to not eat past 7:30 pm daily, except for special gatherings ;)  I feel good about myself.  Two good days and more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6167427234186192270?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6167427234186192270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6167427234186192270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6167427234186192270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6167427234186192270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/census-bureau-testing-166.html' title='Census Bureau Testing... (166)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-7972085689405556469</id><published>2008-11-18T03:39:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:52:53.558-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns...  (167)</title><content type='html'>I didn't get out of work until midnight.  When we got out Puni had a message on her phone that one of our closest friend's father was admitted to the hospital (it doesn't look like he is going to make it) and she really needed some company.  It was good to visit with her.  We left her home at 1:30 am and didn't get home till 2:40 am.  I checked my email and had to be sure to respond to a couple of emails that could not wait.  I checked onto to facebook to take care of my virtual fish and flowers :D  And now I am here writing on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:45 am and I have a test I want to take for the Census Bureau tomorrow morning at 10 am at the makai Hauula Chapel, and after that I am off to work from 1 pm to 9:30 pm, but I wanted to be sure to list something I did today, one thing that helps me to meet my goal of being Super Fabulous at 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I abstained from eating chocolate, chips, and junk.  I drank water and although I am wanting to gorge myself at this moment with food because this late at night I get major munchies, I am refraining.  I will eat tomorrow morning (in about 3 hrs) when I get up. :D  One day at a time.  I am too brain tired to say more.  Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-7972085689405556469?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7972085689405556469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=7972085689405556469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7972085689405556469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/7972085689405556469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/yawns-167.html' title='Yawns...  (167)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-2429412081072362031</id><published>2008-11-16T23:08:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:10:50.394-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fabulous at 40 :D    (168)</title><content type='html'>The point is, I'm not super fabulous, I'm almost forty, and I want to be. I want to be physically super fabulous. Spiritually, I am a work in progress, and am happy to an extent with who I am because I know I can always improve, through Jesus Christ, I can win spiritually. Physically, I am just about hopeless. I say just about because I really do have hope in Christ that I can be super fabulous :D ("Yes I Can!") I just don't know how I am going to get to that stage in my life where I am satisfied with my fabulousness ;) but I am willing to experiment and work it, and with the help of Christ, I can do it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be "Super Fabulous?" Hmmm... let me bust out my Doctrine and Covenants Section 89. :) I want to have health in my navel and marrow to my bones. I want to find wisdom and great treasures of knowledge, even hidden treasures. I want to run and not be weary. I want to walk and not faint. Having these promised blessings if I follow the Word of Wisdom is part of being super fabulous, the other part is feeling and believing for myself that I am, this is the hardest part. I have grown up overweight and psychologically this is how I have always seen myself and continue to see myself. I have to work really hard at changing my self image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a blog cue from my friend Ipo. I don't want my blog to be a weightloss blog. And I am not so brave as she is to write down my actual body measurements, but starting today I will do something, at least one thing each day to improve my health and self image. I cannot believe that in exactly 168 days I will be 40. I don't feel 40, but I will be and I really want to enjoy that day. I want to celebrate who I am... the real me, and do something fun and adventuresome. I will too, but I want to be able to fully enjoy the moment. I want to be able to do things that at the moment I can't. So starting today I am counting down to my 4oth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.  I am going to need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-2429412081072362031?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2429412081072362031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=2429412081072362031' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2429412081072362031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2429412081072362031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-fabulous-at-40-d-168.html' title='Super Fabulous at 40 :D    (168)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-3441264320765807620</id><published>2008-11-16T18:58:00.014-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:00:10.481-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>1. Link this post to the person who tagged you: &lt;a href="http://missingtheislands.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog (SEE!)&lt;br /&gt;3. List 6 random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so this is what being tagged feels like :) .... blank! LOLOL  I'm drawing a total blank here, cause I'm not one who freely shares of myself especially publicly.  On top of that, I only know of like four other bloggers and Ipo and Rita are two of them so I'm short like four people to tag.  But being the wonderful brave and courageous soul that I am, :D I will press forward and persevere.  I will go against the four odds and just invite... I mean tag :D two others :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What to say, what to say about myself? I'm repeating myself so that I can take up some blog space here :D Seriously though, I was born in 1969 and according to the Chinese Zodiak I am born under the sign of the Rooster.  When I first read that, I thought to myself... rooster?  I am such a scaredy cat so it fit :) but what I was really truly hoping for was the powerful and most lucky sign of... the dragon or... the tiger :D (Rarrr!)... not the rooster! (Bahgock!)  And if I was to be born under the sign of a smaller animal, why not the cute bunny? ;) Shhh!  Don't tell my sister! (She's a bunny and being a rooster I will never live this comment down! :D )  At least I wasn't born under the sign of the "dirty" rat! :)  Shhh! Don't tell my brother! He might feel bad! :(  Nah, I'm sure being born under that sign has it's perks (yeah right! :D ) Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I don't believe in stuff being written in the stars and zodiak mumbo jumbo, I just think its fun to read about once in a while and what I find is that although I don't believe in it, some of the attributes of one born under the sign of the Rooster (Yes, capital R for the Rooster here!) are very similar to me.  One of which is that Roosters are very "observant" people.  I mention this because whenever I watch a movie in a theater or on television or even as I watch commercials I will always find the Rooster in the background! LOLOL SERIOUSLY!  I know I kill my sister with these observations, but Roosters are EVERYWHERE! :D  If you ever notice, and without my brilliant powers of observation I think it will be hard ;) , but on movie sets and commercials there is usually always a Rooster statue somewhere in the background.  We have DVR so I will literally rewind the movie or commercial and off handedly ask my sister... "Puni, did you see that?" and she's like, "What?" So she will focus with me on the replay and I will say, "What's that in the background?" Heh heh heh. ;)  And then she see's that awesome wonderful shape and knows... who the master of the bunny is! LOLOL "Silly rabbit!"  Tricks are for Roosters! :)  It's all in fun.  We have a Rooster vs. rabbit rivalry onscreen and you guessed it... the Rooster is winning! LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm amazed.  I really didn't think I would have much to say about myself, but somehow its all pouring out of me.   LOLOL  Let me see... My passion in life is making movies.  I havent made one yet, but I have done television programs on our local community television channels.  I actually worked for community television for about four years before resigning and changing jobs.  I love production and my goal in life is to make at least one awesome movie.  I can do it!  Yes I can! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I resigned from my community television job that I loved to pursue another passion of mine which is linked to the first :D yes... I am very passionate! LOLOL  I now work in the travel industry as a reservations agent for a major airline.  Maybe you have talked to me?  When making travel arrangements for your family or business?  And yes I was that super agent that assisted your every need with a wonderful smile in my voice :D  Yup yup yup!  That is me!  Super Agent! ;)  Getting back to my other passion :) ... I love to travel.  I wanted to see the world with my own two eyes.  I didn't want someone else to define it for me.  I know people don't do that on purpose, but every image we see whether it is in books, magazines, television, or on the movie screen, is someone elses perspective.  I know I won't get to see the whole of the earth on my own, but the more of it I see the better and I think as a filmmaker that is important.  It makes my own images authentic to who I am and what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  So serious yeah? :D  That is another Rooster characteristic of mine.  I actually like being serious.  I can laugh and joke, but when I need to be, I can be serious.  The serious side of me helps me to be focused and zoom in on my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am grateful.  I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who sent his only begotten son, Jesus Christ, to atone for my sins.  I am thankful to my elder brother Jesus for his atonement so that I can someday return home to our Father.  I am thankful for the Holy Ghost who ever guides and directs me to do what is right.  And I am so thankful for my wonderful family here on earth, who love support cherish and protect me in all that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that I thought I would have trouble listing 6 random things about myself. :)  I actually enjoyed this little exercise!  I now choose ;) to tag LOLOL... Liz and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I went to tell Liz she is tagged and I ran into Leslie.  Leslie you are tagged too! LOLOL  Yee Haw!  I am beating the odds already and its only been seconds since I posted this!  I feel GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tag Debbie!  Yea Debbie!  I forgot I knew you as a blogger because I was unable to follow your blog.  (it's only been a few minutes and the odds are now stacked in my favor! ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-3441264320765807620?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3441264320765807620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=3441264320765807620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3441264320765807620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/3441264320765807620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-2815072983385001452</id><published>2008-11-15T21:41:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:55:06.374-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is a cop when you need one? :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SR_QI20cPUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hOi4qAxFFNE/s1600-h/450px-Honolulu_Police_Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SR_QI20cPUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hOi4qAxFFNE/s400/450px-Honolulu_Police_Car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269158939619769666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of nights ago my sister and I were driving home from work and talking about how our evening had gone.  As we passed Haiku Rd I saw a cop waiting on traffic as if he would be following in our direction.   We stopped at the red light right after the Temple Valley intersection and seconds later we were rear ended.  Our conversation stopped mid sentence and I looked up to see that the light was still red.  My sister and I looked at each other like, "Oh my gosh!  I can't believe we just got hit!"  I'm thinking, "I hope that cop I saw is nearby," and I was also hoping nothing was wrong with the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing else to do we both jumped out of the car to find that we were rear ended by that same police car I had seen on Haiku Rd.... bad brakes.  The officer had gone back to his car for paper to give us his information.  I saw a license plate lying on the road and reached down to pick it up and the officer is like... "Oh, uh, that's mine."  He proceeds to ask if anything is wrong with our car, and of course I hem and haw and point out a couple of "small kine" scratches :D  then he asks if either one of us is hurt and I'm like reaching for my neck like I had been whip lashed :D  I thought it was really funny that we had been rear ended by a police officer, and I was just trying to joke with the officer to make him feel at ease.  I also thought it was funny that he didn't give himself a ticket :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we were fine, able to drive off on our own, and outwardly the vehicle is fine too.  We still need to take it in for servicing and at that time we can see if anything was really thrown out of whack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-2815072983385001452?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2815072983385001452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=2815072983385001452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2815072983385001452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2815072983385001452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-is-cop-when-you-need-one-d.html' title='Where is a cop when you need one? :D'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SR_QI20cPUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hOi4qAxFFNE/s72-c/450px-Honolulu_Police_Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-2620857812565865873</id><published>2008-10-31T23:12:00.056-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:16:31.786-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloweenie!!! :)</title><content type='html'>Just got home from work and had a good time enjoying my coworkers' Halloween spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is one of my most favorite holidays. Although it is not an officially observed holiday, it still ranks up there with the big ones... Christmas, New Years, Thanksgiving, and the 4th of July. It is such a fun time, where for one day, each of us is an actor or actress. We get to dress up and explore some part of who we are whether it be our feminine, masculine, comedic, or dramatic side. We get to pretend for a few hours to be someone other than our normal selves and not only do we believe it, but our family, friends, and coworkers, for a moment suspend their beliefs and believe it too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not explore any other side of me this Halloween :) but many of my coworkers did and I fully enjoyed their wonderful Halloween spirit. 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SQ0iVnLXlyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/97PT4sRxcBQ/s200/Tracy+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263901294155241250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-2620857812565865873?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2620857812565865873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=2620857812565865873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2620857812565865873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2620857812565865873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloweenie.html' title='Happy Halloweenie!!! :)'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SQz4164PU0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/4lo5fJTctSs/s72-c/Danyel+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-352721782425175134</id><published>2008-09-13T16:54:00.020-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:11:12.397-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Americans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A good friend of mine once told me of an experience she had while tutoring a Chinese student English at the University of Hawaii Manoa.  They were both students and one night after a tutoring session she gave him a ride home.  She was very hungry and so on their way home she went through a fast food drive thru.  She proceeded to give her order to the outside mic and all the while the Chinese student seemed confused as to what she was doing.  She asked him if he wanted something to eat, and because he looked perturbed, she went on to make the motions of eating food and asked him again if he wanted something to eat; he vehemently declined shaking his head.  My friend drove forward to the cashier's window, paid for her meal, and as the worker was handing her her food she heard the Chinese student loudly exclaim, "lazy Americans!"  She quickly flicked her head in surprise, looked directly at him, and he in turn fumbled in alarm as if he didn't mean to say what he just did out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my friend shared her story with me, we laughed and laughed.  We still laugh when we mention it to each other.  I enjoyed the story and laugh so much that I shared it with my sister, and we both laughed and laughed. Today we still laugh at the thought of that poor Chinese student being new to the American culture, and how we as a people must have looked to his fresh humble eyes; driving through the drive thru instead of walking in, talking to a box outside, and pulling up to a window where all you have to do is open your wallet and exchange money for your food, all of that happening without you having to set one foot outside of your car.  He was so surprised at the whole process, not to mention he was probably very disgusted too :) and before he could hold himself back, the new English words he had been learning escaped his lips in the heated disapproving words of, "lazy Americans!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whenever some new convenience is introduced into our society, or we choose to do something because it is the easier route rather than worrying about doing all the work ourselves, like catering rather than cooking our own food for an event, my sister and I always give each other the eye, laugh out loud, and remind each other that we are, "lazy Americans!" :) We say this to each other in a good way of course.  It is a funny reminder that we should always be grateful for what we have.  We would never pass up the convenience of something just to prove we are not lazy, that is like someone purposely using an outhouse down the road instead of an indoor toilet in his or her own home.  Please. :)  As Americans we are truly a blessed people.  We have so much and some times we forget that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention this story because today I did my very first home improvement project. :)  I found a free bookshelf on craigslist.com right down the road at Hauula.  I called the number and it was still available so I went to pick it up.  I was and still am very excited because I was just thinking about getting a bookshelf and here one was for free.  I went to the store today to buy sand paper and some spray paint to color it white.  When my sister heard I was buying spray paint she just looked at me, smiled, and said, "lazy Americans!"  I just laughed at her and did not care because it would be easier to spray the paint rather than brush it on... or so I thought. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two spray cans later... I still need more to complete the job.  I should have just bought a gallon can of paint, then I would still have some left over after two or three coats. :(   I did choose spray paint because I thought it would be easier, but it is turning out to be more expensive than if I had just brushed it on.  And to be honest, I also chose spray paint because I thought it would enable me to get into the tiny tight little corners and go on smoother.  I have found that if you are not careful and spray too close to the wood your paint will drip and leave an uneven finish :(  Not only that, but now that I have sprayed most of it white, all the many imperfections of an old, cracked, and distressed :) bookshelf are coming to the fore. :)  Things I never noticed before are now quite obvious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love my bookshelf.  I am thinking about sanding down the dried drips and finishing the painting of it.  I may even buy a gallon of white paint because it does not look like a third spray can of paint will be enough either. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... live and learn right? :)  Heh heh heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6073681634572315109-352721782425175134?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/352721782425175134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=352721782425175134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/352721782425175134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/352721782425175134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy-american.html' title='Lazy Americans...'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-8549086974286050663</id><published>2008-08-30T23:17:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:35:05.022-10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was my dad's last day at work.  He is officially retired.  We went out to dinner tonight to celebrate.  We ate at Buzz's Steak House.  They have the best salad bar and their seafood and steak combo was delicious.  There was so much food between the salad bar and the main meal that we decided to skip dessert.  On our way home we stopped by a friend's home to visit her and her elderly father... "Pops."  It was a good visit.  We talked story, sang some songs, and had some real good laughs.  We left with a good spirit and made our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for my dad.  Now he can do what he wants when he wants how he wants.  I am sure the impact of it all has yet to hit him. :)  He has always been very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conscientious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; about his job and now he doesn't have to worry about that any more. He has had such an overwhelming week; first he finds out his mother has passed away, he is now fully retired, and he still has to deal with traveling to and participating in grandma's upcoming funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this upcoming week, my dad will be well on his way in writing a new chapter in his book of life.  Life is so full of exciting and interesting things to participate in.  I know he will have a wonderful time exploring different things in life that he might have always thought about trying but never had the time to do.  I am so thankful to my dad for all that he has done for me and for our family as a whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-8549086974286050663?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8549086974286050663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=8549086974286050663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/8549086974286050663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/8549086974286050663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter...'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-8201204305272516378</id><published>2008-08-29T22:52:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:06:31.173-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Out New Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so excited about trying out Ebay, actually selling things :)  I like browsing through ebay and I have actually purchased some books and fun things there and I thought it would be great to try my hand at selling.  The thought of selling and possibly making a little profit is exciting.  I look forward with much anticipation to seeing how the products I choose to sell fare in the ebay market.  What sells and what doesn't.  It is a challenge that I definitely look forward to.&lt;br /&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/6073681634572315109-8201204305272516378?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8201204305272516378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=8201204305272516378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/8201204305272516378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/8201204305272516378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/trying-new-things.html' title='Trying Out New Things...'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-2977167213575426064</id><published>2008-08-28T21:34:00.017-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:41:28.525-10:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Aug 2008, My Grandma Keke Passed Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SLe4M1CT9wI/AAAAAAAAACg/hZPC5z0rQcM/s1600-h/Grandma+Keke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SLe4M1CT9wI/AAAAAAAAACg/hZPC5z0rQcM/s200/Grandma+Keke.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239859222003578626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Grandma Keke is my father's mother.  She passed away this past Monday morning.  I am thankful to her because through her I was born upon this earth.  I am thankful to her for my father.  I am thankful to my Heavenly Father that my grandmother's time came and she was able to leave this earth in peace.  I sit and wonder who of our family was there to meet her when she crossed over into the spirit world.  I wonder if my brother Saimasina was there, or maybe even my grandfather who died about 22 years before her.  I know Grandma Keke had a daughter who died young, Aunty Suzy, maybe she was there too and Uncle Etuale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SLe5GSlQX5I/AAAAAAAAACw/0t5ZPR1OBLA/s1600-h/Puni+Me+and+Grandma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SLe5GSlQX5I/AAAAAAAAACw/0t5ZPR1OBLA/s200/Puni+Me+and+Grandma.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239860209187315602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; was never close to my grandmother.  I was mostly raised with my mother's family.  I never really got to know who my Grandma Keke really was as a person.  I did know things about her.  She was a staunch Catholic.  I know that when she was able, she loved to go to the maketi in Fagatogo and play bingo. She really loved that! :)  I dare say she was a professional bingo player :)  She always kept her home and yard spotless and the landscape around the house was always filled with all kinds of beautiful plants.  She was a superstitious woman.  I remember one evening when it was dark and I started to sweep out the living room; she immediately stopped me, took the salu away, and told me that I was sweeping away all the riches in my life and that I would be poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  Hmmmmmmmm... No comment there :)  I knew things about her, but never ever had a heart to heart talk with her about the things she thought about and why.  I am sad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SLe4gc965hI/AAAAAAAAACo/qLIAAW_oDjI/s1600-h/Mom+dad+saimasina+ukulele.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SLe4gc965hI/AAAAAAAAACo/qLIAAW_oDjI/s200/Mom+dad+saimasina+ukulele.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239859559140091410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Altho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;gh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my Grandma Keke and I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;re not close, I am thankful that my family and I had a chanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; to visit with grandm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;his past July 2008.  I am thankful we had the chance to say our goodbyes, especially for my father.  I know it meant a lot for him.  I saw it in his face and the way he i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nteracted with her.  It was a good warm visit and the best moments we had were serenading her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;with beautiful Samoan music. I know she enjoyed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This coming week is her funeral.  I am sad that I will not be able to go.  It is just too expensive to fly back again and I cannot afford to miss any more work.  I am though extremely grateful to my Heavenly Father that my last moments with her were while she was alive and I am thankful to know that she is now at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6073681634572315109-2977167213575426064?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2977167213575426064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=2977167213575426064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2977167213575426064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/2977167213575426064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/26-aug-2008-my-grandma-keke-passed-away.html' title='25 Aug 2008, My Grandma Keke Passed Away'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SLe4M1CT9wI/AAAAAAAAACg/hZPC5z0rQcM/s72-c/Grandma+Keke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073681634572315109.post-6416335674412788164</id><published>2008-08-27T23:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:07:54.269-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm a blogger! :)  I feel excited and yet hesitant to put myself out there and share.  Technology is such a wonderful blessing.  We have access to all kinds of information and services right at our fingertips.  I love it!  Any time I need information I am so thankful for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.  We also have access to one another.  We have numerous opportunities to meet and share with others and that in itself is super exciting.  I've created this blog to reach out and connect with others.  Hopefully I will be able to find and make lasting friendships despite geographical barriers. :)  I look forward to meeting others willing and open to new bonds of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6073681634572315109-6416335674412788164?l=pacificwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6416335674412788164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6073681634572315109&amp;postID=6416335674412788164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6416335674412788164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073681634572315109/posts/default/6416335674412788164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacificwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Siana Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865071807304438542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9wTL40b_nOo/SsLfgRY0RZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/6U5AntTLp6g/S220/Sai+%26+Aunty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
