tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26511792875158157022024-03-19T05:23:08.989-07:00dawning on meApril Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-80961004060729135052010-07-06T06:48:00.000-07:002010-07-06T06:51:27.180-07:00time for changei'm moving to <a href="http://behindasahi.wordpress.com">wordpress</a>! :)<br /><br />see you there!April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-28131330499605991282009-06-09T03:35:00.000-07:002009-06-09T03:39:33.027-07:00It's been 7 years!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_KjEYOfn-37kW13zmeLzCi9XWI2TKcYxAesSq94hUiU4jtBvmOPc0CB0gBQNYzDhfWOGqeoN5Mk5j-8i_0QfPMD8fJaONjBYEVKIhlMmpUXM1OXluU91FkDJFRJwNNXKNlg6KBIR1Qw/s1600-h/hanil-dunx-and-dawn-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345275332474455010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_KjEYOfn-37kW13zmeLzCi9XWI2TKcYxAesSq94hUiU4jtBvmOPc0CB0gBQNYzDhfWOGqeoN5Mk5j-8i_0QfPMD8fJaONjBYEVKIhlMmpUXM1OXluU91FkDJFRJwNNXKNlg6KBIR1Qw/s400/hanil-dunx-and-dawn-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span class="insertedphoto"></span>MAY 2009 marks the 7th year of my love affair with Duncan. hahaha ;p </p><br /><br /><p>Seven years, and I still get giddy gaga over him. And just recently, I heard he's performing in ASAP's Sessionistas every Sunday. The news is so last year, I know. Wala kasi akong tv. So ngayon ko lang nalaman. hehe</p><br /><br /><p>So ayon... YES DUNX, I'D STILL SAY YES. hahaha</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/voLCz46sjuA&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/voLCz46sjuA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-17175655671329182932009-05-07T03:32:00.000-07:002009-05-07T04:15:30.785-07:00I am for Volleyball Part 2<div align="justify">Shakey's recently held a summer volleyball camp in the ADMU Gym. These kids are fortunate enough to be able to enrol in such an activity and even more fortunate to be taught and trained by no less than the best volleyball players of country. (Think, MJ Balse, Suzanne Roces, Sang Laguilles, Sasa Devanadera, Lou Ann Latigay to name a few.)<br /><br />I personally would like to give credit and kudos to the people involved in bringing volleyball into the maintstream sports in the Philippines. (: (You brought in so many converts! haha) You are doing a great job! Step by step, little by little, you are closing in to the birth of a Pro Volleyball League. I am looking forward to that.<br /><br /><br /><iframe style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 298px" src="http://www.inquirer.net/view/2515" frameborder="0" scrolling="no">This page requires a higher version browser</iframe><br /><br /><br />********************************<br /><br />On the other note, the 6th Season of the Shakey's V-league is about to end its elimination round, having UST at the top with a 4-1 standing. Well, all avid followers thought that UST will breeze out without losing a game after outlasting San Sebastian, the last conference's champs, in the opener. I thought so too. But Ateneo surprised everyone when they won against UST in five sets. That made me bet, this is still anybody's game. FEU, coming in strong with a 3-1 standing after being defeated by UST is in second place, with San Sebastian and Adamson.<br /><br />Current Standing:<br /><br />UST: 4-1<br />FEU: 3-1<br />ADAMSON: 3-1<br />SSC-R: 3-1<br />ATENEO: 2-2<br />ST BENILDE: 2-3<br />LYCEUM: 1-5<br />UP: 0-4 </div>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-78624517698805523742009-05-04T09:24:00.000-07:002009-05-04T21:04:33.129-07:00R.A.N.D.O.M.Today's weird. It's a Monday night but the streets of Dumaguete are unusually filled with people walking in small groups and talking in Ilonggo. Hmmmm... Makes me wonder... <em>Ano kayang meron? Ilonggo invasion? </em><br /><br />***********<br /><br />I went to the ticketing office of Cebu Pacific this afternoon to make reservations for a ticket to Davao (yipee! i'm going home!). I had to to laugh because they had this clearly written on the MAY page of the table calendar :<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"Behind every great man, is an affordable travel plan. "</em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left">Watchutink? Makes sense? Or just selling their stuff? ;p</div><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">***********</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><em>May ginawa akong sobrang nakakahiya!</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">I tried out a new game in Facebook called Restaurant City. It's a game where you own a resto and you have to trade ingredients with the neighboring restos to complete a dish. It's a game wherein you have to visit your friends' restos and find out what ingredients you can trade with. So, in the middle of my neighborhood tour, I came across a resto named dave. I entered the resto and wrote a message to dave, automatically assuming he was Dave, or David from high school : "Dave! meron ka rin pala nito? haha Daan lang ako, di pa kasi ako marunong. :)" I exited the building and continued on to playing the game. Moments later, as I keep passing by, the resto named dave had a picture which did not looked like Dave, my high school classamte. Turns out, he's another Dave. <em>Ung DAVE na crush ko nung 6th grade! OMG! </em>Very embarassing 'coz I think he really doesn't know me. Or maybe he does? (wishful thinking! haha) The only interaction we had was during our 6th grade Christmas Party when my friend threw a prank on me and had him (Dave) to give her Christmas present to me in front of the class, knowing I have a big crush on him. If Dave remebers that, <em>gulay! Mas nakakahiya!</em> I wish he'll never open his Restaurant City account again!</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">The funny thing about this incident: I feel like I'm a teenager again! Oh, giddy rush of puppy love! haha</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">PS: <em>Nag rewind ako and i realized all the guys i had a crush on had curly hair, thick eye brows, dark complexion and they sure can dance! Really, is this some kind of a pattern? haha</em></div>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-71103433082102436722009-05-03T06:06:00.000-07:002009-05-03T18:36:50.791-07:00Goodbye, APRIL.<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />Ups, downs, turns and slides, like a rollercoaster. It's not about to end. The ride has just begun!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Bohol</span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkzs_SUTP0j-teuvbVrTZFiEN8SGWKI1HVrzbjbx3mcGjq2vSIXjmGVNcAIUwM8uXqspPCpUrxiSyhWPXkLMD3Ce0KCnADWKKuCGk_wIT6v_pBvWv2lPaz2Y8DnUNBz-CvFLRPNGi-i8/s1600-h/P3239671.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585731172153762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkzs_SUTP0j-teuvbVrTZFiEN8SGWKI1HVrzbjbx3mcGjq2vSIXjmGVNcAIUwM8uXqspPCpUrxiSyhWPXkLMD3Ce0KCnADWKKuCGk_wIT6v_pBvWv2lPaz2Y8DnUNBz-CvFLRPNGi-i8/s400/P3239671.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Manila</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbr4mdpQBZJf8wM1Fpfwvv5odKVnZ0QWf1kX0ww_hBjn6N2iO7jwQ-WFztWE_tgSWluSoIFGIHJjMezn4cRtD1xUvHDFhyphenhyphendXJbEGTNrcjbmcbJrM65-XEqDJa5g4BVitphIJSe9fjYJ80/s1600-h/P4079900+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586367911094402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbr4mdpQBZJf8wM1Fpfwvv5odKVnZ0QWf1kX0ww_hBjn6N2iO7jwQ-WFztWE_tgSWluSoIFGIHJjMezn4cRtD1xUvHDFhyphenhyphendXJbEGTNrcjbmcbJrM65-XEqDJa5g4BVitphIJSe9fjYJ80/s400/P4079900+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Mt. Talinis</span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-P3m7jNwNgMCQ1R4qmYVgtkOHoZHxvf3QmfyJ4mD3HPxwnTFRdg-Wo4AH2AubHdMA9ga1KjQWrVQS3OQqzmjV85WGR4-EzTViUvCMNHmYiyE9gKBe-G_gItopVYYfofGU9ttCRimof5o/s1600-h/P4100083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331587283157330178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-P3m7jNwNgMCQ1R4qmYVgtkOHoZHxvf3QmfyJ4mD3HPxwnTFRdg-Wo4AH2AubHdMA9ga1KjQWrVQS3OQqzmjV85WGR4-EzTViUvCMNHmYiyE9gKBe-G_gItopVYYfofGU9ttCRimof5o/s400/P4100083.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Casaroro Falls</span> </div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLniyWQ0VY7SpugOUgZWr2x9RU11rg8xygiKRbvJFmBQvirlLTDfsvRE4pwjVAbXnuRimJevvNOHMBOdVbekgAGoPVLzbgeQV0BS0R-23UPR7q3ezACUJkqUUSVpBsb_oeHvdzIFZ-XUw/s1600-h/P4110149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591525327506834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLniyWQ0VY7SpugOUgZWr2x9RU11rg8xygiKRbvJFmBQvirlLTDfsvRE4pwjVAbXnuRimJevvNOHMBOdVbekgAGoPVLzbgeQV0BS0R-23UPR7q3ezACUJkqUUSVpBsb_oeHvdzIFZ-XUw/s400/P4110149.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Bacolod</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WDZXWL9y5WBtj9DJiGAEJuCCeNkCnhoP6cPLJab0vClVoY4yENP6DMee8GeLtT7hrw3hFfCfrk2hu2lPhJl78g1VeoZqg4k2MtEX_vvNDohkKfmvzoOnAgq5HbgAsx0QMIXkpAvnwSc/s1600-h/P4190310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588880439995170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WDZXWL9y5WBtj9DJiGAEJuCCeNkCnhoP6cPLJab0vClVoY4yENP6DMee8GeLtT7hrw3hFfCfrk2hu2lPhJl78g1VeoZqg4k2MtEX_vvNDohkKfmvzoOnAgq5HbgAsx0QMIXkpAvnwSc/s400/P4190310.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">21st @ Dumaguete</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN51C-VDTtu3I-LOACRFMBhoAw5PV9Ax3j6rQFzk5Hc0MpFQZAdpojTt5eizoUhO_dUOJ-ZiegHVSajg1Bm3QkKgBSKzecfP-y2GbHxo5-tjyxGYSlU2ZEE-nJuCKKR52mPl_t6Bhq-IM/s1600-h/P4200340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331589346328265138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN51C-VDTtu3I-LOACRFMBhoAw5PV9Ax3j6rQFzk5Hc0MpFQZAdpojTt5eizoUhO_dUOJ-ZiegHVSajg1Bm3QkKgBSKzecfP-y2GbHxo5-tjyxGYSlU2ZEE-nJuCKKR52mPl_t6Bhq-IM/s400/P4200340.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">Funds are sinking LOW now. haha Save up! Save up for another rollercoaster month! :)</p>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-76790412163539359972009-04-17T08:08:00.000-07:002009-04-17T09:27:35.616-07:00Be Right Back!<div>I am smelling Chicken Inasal already... Namit gid! nyahaha</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFQTlSAz7epnMi2A6YlmNN6GC9XHliA3nNCs72rfPc0k_h-QhP1dW93lGmMpZt7qH30MGYfzV3TqYNqPcxL7xiIepsJJVXtUxH0_ygWIqV7smOAx6WV2sMsgDizf0K2RAF_CStWgYUBg/s1600-h/P1199078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325697385446615810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFQTlSAz7epnMi2A6YlmNN6GC9XHliA3nNCs72rfPc0k_h-QhP1dW93lGmMpZt7qH30MGYfzV3TqYNqPcxL7xiIepsJJVXtUxH0_ygWIqV7smOAx6WV2sMsgDizf0K2RAF_CStWgYUBg/s400/P1199078.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Happy Birthday me, in BACOLOD! woooooot!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-81060325559095663722009-03-31T21:08:00.000-07:002009-03-31T21:43:24.332-07:00Protozoan SummerRight this very moment, I wish I was a protozoa, happily swimming in the murkish waters of the pond, if just to beat the painfully scorching heat of Dumaguete summer. I remember one time in Microbiology Lab, we examined pond water samples and observed tiny, little microorganisms squirming and beating around like kids playing in the beach. They were fun to see under the microscope; they looked so happy and carefree, bathed in cool water and mud-like, nutrient-rich substrate, like as if nothing else mattered.<br /><br />See, this is what the summer heat is doing to me, making me wish I was a measly, hyperactive protozoa in a bath tub of cold water with a built-in sandwich vending machine.<br /><br /><em>Happy summer!</em><br /><em></em>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-31291996506782620082009-03-08T05:53:00.000-07:002009-03-08T05:55:09.603-07:00DLSU wins.It was like deja vu of Game 3 of UAAP Season 70 when Adamson served long on FEU's match point, only now that it was FEU who served long on DLSU's match point in the fourth set.<br /><br />I have to say, the finals for UAAP Season 71 Women's Volleyball was a good match-up since this is the last season for Manilla Santos and Rachel Anne Daquis, captain of La Salle and FEU, respectively. And as I imply, Captain Manilla Santos of DLSU led her team to the top and finished the last game of her collegiate career with the UAAP crown in her hand.<br /><br />And as a confessed FEU fan, <em>'di ko matanggap</em>. hahaApril Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-5757493024898079412009-02-10T06:21:00.000-08:002009-02-10T06:22:01.755-08:00Dealing with LossesHow does one deal when...<br /><br />You’re a child and lost Amanda, the doll you did everything with?<br />Or when you tripped and lost grip of your chocolate ice cream?<br />Or when you’re a budding achiever and did not graduate at the top of your class?<br />Or when you’re a ballerina and you had your legs broken?<br />Or when you’re a lawyer and lost your first major case that could have made a name for you?<br />Or when you’re a man and lost your sight?<br />Or when you lost a family member to cancer?<br />Or when you had your heart broken for reasons that only you are to be blamed?<br />Or when you lost a scholarship that could have gotten you through college?<br />Or when you’ve been through hell and lost the genuineness of your laugh?<br />Or when you’re a mother and lost your first-born child?<br />Or when you wake up in the morning and you lost your drive to get up and pursue your plans?<br />Or when your favourite cup of coffee lost its distinct taste?<br />Or when you lost all your files a day prior to a big project defense?<br />Or when you’re driving along an expressway and lost your brakes?<br />Or when you lost your faith in things you used to strongly believe in?<br />Or worse, when you realize you are losing your zest for life?<br /><br />Loss is inevitable, it’s a given fact. But tell me, how do you deal with it when it’s there, happening and slapping you in the face, and in unfortunate instances, all at the same time? You might answer me to just accept it, but how? Yes, loss is of varying degrees and can be dealt with in different ways. But again, how? Move on? But what if I don’t want to? What if I still can’t? I need to make a decision, either to drown in misery or forget it. Then, what? What will happen next? Will dwelling on it eventually tire me and let me move on? Or will it be the other way around? Or will hoping that time will rewind and have a chance to undo everything be a more comfortable resort?April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-86522577202959249212009-02-08T20:15:00.000-08:002009-02-08T20:17:57.918-08:00Random 25from Facebook<br />Got tagged by Moi, Kat, Trish and Ate Cha. This sounds fun, so here it goes.<br /><br />Rules:Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.<br /><br /><br />1) I am scoliotic. I wore body braces for almost three years.<br /><br />2) I have appreciation for the arts, specially performing arts. i make sure i watch every show in our auditorium.<br /><br />3) and speaking of the arts, I have passion for dancing. i took ballet, hip-hop, jazz, and tap classes. I'm planning to take up flamenco and belly dancing when i have the time. wooh!<br /><br />4) I cook spaghetti but before i cook the pasta, i can't help but eat a few of the raw pasta 'sticks'. haha<br /><br />5) Red ants make me cry. One time, they pestered my laptop, i cried the whole night<br /><br />.6) Kitkat is my favorite.<br /><br />7) History and Geography are my most most favorite- est subjects of all time! I won 1st place in a HEKASI quiz bee when i was in 6th grade. Highschool classmates used to call me "soc-sci girl".<br /><br />8) And because i love geography, i have a fetish for maps and globes. I love anything with a map on it. (I bought a globe for myself. and when i ask my friends for pasalubong, a map of their place will do.)<br /><br />9) I made a classmate laugh real hard when i told him i want a penguin for a pet and make the freezer as its home. :p<br /><br />10) I was an exchange student to Japan in 2007. I want to go back and stay longer.<br /><br />11) I used to know how to speak and write a little japanese, but somehow i already forgot. no practice. booo.<br /><br />12) I am a biology major. But one tragic day, in the middle of my literature class (while i was in Japan), i totally forgot what DNA stood for. It took me a while to actually write down what DNA meant. Deoxyribonucleic acid. There you go.<br /><br />13) When i was younger, my parents let me joined the santacruzan in our village. I was not reyna elena. My sash said, "reyna rosa mystica". O, db?? Mystic. haha<br /><br />14) I almost drowned when we went snorkling in Apo Island.<br /><br />15) I am afraid of dogs.<br /><br />16) Southborder still makes me smile like an idiot when i hear their songs. I am a BIG fan.<br /><br />17) Mom once told me my name wasn't supposed to be April Dawn. They initially planned to give me the name PRINCESS RAPUNZEL. (?????) Thank goodness they didn't.<br /><br />18) How i wish I can get a license and drive.<br /><br />19) My curls are natural. People in the salon always ask me when and where i got my curls. But i used to have super straight hair, though. It just curled as i grew older.<br /><br />20) In 3rd grade, I was a member of spice girls. I was Posh Spice. :p<br /><br />21) Volleyball! I am for volleyball! Too bad i am too short for the game. but i'll be glad to be a libero.<br /><br />22) Maybe your wondering, i'm just 4 feet , 11 inches tall. small and proud. :p<br /><br />23) It takes me 10 snoozes before i really get up from bed.<br /><br />24) I am saving up for a trip to ilocos. It would be nice to go there on my own, with my own money.<br /><br />25) People call me dawnaidi. I call myself dawnaidi. dawn + junaidi = dawnaidi. yeee...April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-61840875647972260292009-02-04T08:18:00.000-08:002009-02-04T09:31:51.033-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHo17h4RuGKpVcPTfrJX5MgV6Jhej9oa1Vk2yM4qdO6MjkAbeIKFGT7RQnXFY4yahEPTy41ad6r_fxRWkz_hvmBwBLS46_Ifruop32woDCij7Kc0mWWskhyphenhyphenmDZpOcb9f5WO9IlvucVpg/s1600-h/DSCF3284.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298977716642553394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHo17h4RuGKpVcPTfrJX5MgV6Jhej9oa1Vk2yM4qdO6MjkAbeIKFGT7RQnXFY4yahEPTy41ad6r_fxRWkz_hvmBwBLS46_Ifruop32woDCij7Kc0mWWskhyphenhyphenmDZpOcb9f5WO9IlvucVpg/s400/DSCF3284.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Browsing through the old files from Marianne's lappy, I found this... </div><div><br />(from a year ago at the Yokohama Train Station, Yokohama, Japan)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Blame me for wearing that. No, blame Marianne for letting me wear that! I swear I don't remember! Have a good laugh, Mar! hahaha Happy shopping!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://dawnaidi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYhb7woKCIsAAHs70h41"></a>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-72060074346962443222009-02-04T05:31:00.000-08:002009-02-04T07:55:51.216-08:00Inday<blockquote><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"><blockquote><p align="left"> </p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"></span></blockquote><p align="left">Something for the non-visayan speakers... hehe</p><p align="left"><br />(taken from <a href="http://su.edu.ph/features/abscbnfeature41.htm">http://su.edu.ph/features/abscbnfeature41.htm</a>)</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"></span> </p></blockquote><p align="left"></span><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"><strong>Inday is not always a maid</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><em>By Liling Magtolis Briones<br />From ABS-CBN Interactive<br />June 16, 2008</em></span></p></blockquote><hr align="left" width="550"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>THE BUSINESS OF GOVERNANCE </strong></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><em><img height="64" src="http://su.edu.ph/jpg/lmb.jpg" width="51" align="left" border="1" /><span style="color:#666666;">Yes, there are Indays who are maids. But there are also Indays who are leaders in<br />their professions as academics, politicians, businesswomen, artists and theologians.<br />One fine day an Inday can even be president of this country.<br /><br /><br /></span></em></span><hr align="left" width="550"><br /><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Yes, there are Indays who are maids. But there are also Indays who are leaders in their professions as academics, politicians, businesswomen, artists and theologians. One fine day an Inday can even be president of this country. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Last week, an article came out, reporting that Inday is finally going to school. This was the news item about a program to allow housemaids to go to school. Obviously it was written by a non-Visayan who thinks the synonym for housemaid is Inday.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Once and for all, the word Inday does not mean housemaid insofar as Visayans are concerned. It has several gradations of meaning. First, it is an endearment for a Visayan girl, whether from Cebu, Negros, Iloilo or Mindanao. In Visayan families, girls are always called Inday. Oftentimes they are called Inday all their lives.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Inday is a tender word which means, precious, dear, loved one. My Ilocano-Pampango husband calls me Inday even as I am old and graying. Certainly, he does not treat me like a maid. My brothers have always called me Inday even if I am not their maid. Parents call their girl children Inday because they are loved, whether they live in a hovel or mansion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">When it is expressed with the proper intonation and inflection, Inday is the loveliest sound any girl can possibly listen to.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">This explains why Visayan girls who work as maids automatically answer "Inday" when they are asked about their names. They are only saying that in their homes, they are tenderly loved. Because many poor Visayan girls work as maids, the term Inday is often understood as referring to maids. Even maids who are not Visayan end up being called Inday!.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Second, it is a term to describe friendship and affection. Thus, Visayan girls who are close friends tend to call each other "Day" in the same manner that Visayan boys call their close friends "Bay" or friend.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Third, Inday is a term used to indicate respect. When a Visayan addresses a woman he does not know, he calls her Inday. Its like saying Miss or Madam. When a man wants to introduce himself to a girl, he prefaces his spiel with " Inday…."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Finally, the word Inday implies veneration or honor. A woman of high standing in a Visayan community is addressed as Inday. Thus Mayors, hacienderas, barangay captains and heads of religious organizations are called Inday. The wife of the late Pres. Carlos P. Garcia was called Inday Garcia.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">It is time for Indays, wherever they are, to clarify once and for all what the word means. They should not allow one of the most beautiful words in the Visayan language to deteriorate into a generic word meaning maid. I dread the time when Visayan women will be embarrassed and ashamed because they are called Inday by their parents, siblings, friends, and community members.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">This is not to say that it is shameful to be a maid. It is a very respectable calling. Maids abroad can earn more than a university professor in the Philippines. It is just that the term Inday does not mean maid, that's all.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Yes, there are Indays who are maids. But there are also Indays who are leaders in their professions as academics, politicians, businesswomen, artists and theologians.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">One fine day an Inday can even be president of this country.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-68433362166096653512009-01-20T05:30:00.000-08:002009-01-20T05:44:38.327-08:00To Lee Su-Min<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHkRb9W9_BFNTwdaRWyscuEHOH5Phw-oHGwP82eZdyocufDpuZWn5DlzTfa2ZUZiNy2jHBODJV7zGhMX1orzBHnFuATwOO2j2ka_6oXqiKvaabUjIuYBKogyESYhUUrFEzM2YTJ4dePA/s1600-h/P1222414.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293369198031174786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHkRb9W9_BFNTwdaRWyscuEHOH5Phw-oHGwP82eZdyocufDpuZWn5DlzTfa2ZUZiNy2jHBODJV7zGhMX1orzBHnFuATwOO2j2ka_6oXqiKvaabUjIuYBKogyESYhUUrFEzM2YTJ4dePA/s400/P1222414.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbmcnl-jnICO3zFBV2B4nBOUK6DbZxkVuIEKhU8nR50adBa2hUd-QSVL04V5XM3s04Rm8oIRHcBlZ12U__t8w8zAJmb8pijAyJwATACbMjVVunFGKVXlzEBVPgmf52nXLTUFj7Py0FMo/s1600-h/P1222414.JPG"></a></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><p>Shocking as it was to know you left so soon,</p><p>I am blessed to have known you. </p><p>'Til we meet again, Izumi-chan...</p>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-57303588771387143662008-12-09T17:27:00.000-08:002008-12-09T17:42:09.058-08:00FRIDAY, I'M IN LOOOOOVE!come friday, i'll be the happiest person in world! *kilig kilig* woohoo! :)April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-83610631433601558362008-12-08T07:29:00.000-08:002008-12-08T07:32:58.081-08:00rock hard rock<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">hey, it's been more than a year...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277442343821641666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobAjR0vFtRiXOS27T_UjnvDGLwdmt5ak4bkTgNfzQsGMC3YeHEb7c9i_4slbI3Xyxf5An_OANyeSeBMhVfr11UHFZ9PpbEn2_3mj_ShcM8g3a-8_aae3apeblTVdJ09NDs7rjplZuBqk/s400/DSCF0048.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Cheers to the VANITY SISTERS! Missin' the good ol' times!<br /></p><div align="center"></div>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-76031370304115137372008-11-19T05:14:00.000-08:002008-11-19T06:46:19.659-08:00on disappearingMy Sociology professor once asked us, " To what thing do you compare yourself with?". And to it, I replied, a chameleon. I just want to get lost among the trees, rotate my eyes in all directions and take a good look at everything that's been going on. <em>Pahinga muna, kumbaga. Reality check. </em>See, things have been very fast. In a snap, i changed my address, i had my hair cut too short, i failed a subject (f*ckin' physics. No, screw the teacher!), i called everybody i can in manila and davao for NMAT forms, i've turned into a gudang girl, i called my teammate a volleyball bitch, and recently, due to a suffocating deadline (like a tight rope tied around your neck), i told my prof that i'll prove that <em>Aspergillus niger </em>and <em>Aspergillus fumigatus </em>can absorb heavy metals in contaminated soil and water with no assurance that i can really do so. I just want to stick to that wall in the Science Complex, dissolve into its rustic colors and be invisible or better yet, be one of those bottled specimens soaked in stinky formalin, like that poor little chick i purposely killed for my Systematics class (I had no choice). I really haven't mastered the skill to cope with too much stress, to deal with high expectations, that I can't help but stop in mid-air, and wait for my system to either fly back up or just anticipate a nose-dive and crash hard back to the ground.<br /><br />I need ice cream. I need coffee. Nah, i'm just tired. Help me, Lord.April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-54617370333052949082008-10-04T20:55:00.000-07:002008-10-04T21:34:47.008-07:00RAINBOW<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj35piaLA6ACg6SMG_YakHqL2lnBK8SX92wIuvvYKRQPUQarLMPKw_JTOUCA-OVbiGPE70B4uGNDdToQKtw5KUyNlJ8rtvJGjI9KRaBwo27cWr_PNQkBc0n3Or0Q_CrTX2T0AUpBS_PU0/s1600-h/PA036631.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253522735892498114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj35piaLA6ACg6SMG_YakHqL2lnBK8SX92wIuvvYKRQPUQarLMPKw_JTOUCA-OVbiGPE70B4uGNDdToQKtw5KUyNlJ8rtvJGjI9KRaBwo27cWr_PNQkBc0n3Or0Q_CrTX2T0AUpBS_PU0/s400/PA036631.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Silliman Amphitheater Grounds</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">-----------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hey, it's been a while since I last saw a rainbow. God promised a rainbow after the rain and i believe He really will. <em>Kaya ko 'to.</em><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7wxfp6i1iv3undfHgUnShser425C-jB7QVZX2A-zWTDuMHANOo70OPNoDipuFOaev_bXOfLCORbeLh2U0sr7PlmmASkz5lw9Ql08tYBMCSY25DJ3gDMLvZrpOMyREi0FvACEEG2pW_I/s1600-h/PA036631.JPG"></a></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-74272104104630984452008-09-22T18:20:00.000-07:002008-10-01T19:28:14.763-07:00T_TTORQUE - as my Physics professor would define it, is a force that causes the rotation of a body.<br /><br /><br /><br />As of the moment, PHYSICS is my TORQUE. I'm turning 360... around... roundabout...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Everything's falling.. falling... falling... failing... failing... failing...<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdO0liZGN_pn5OEO2pqywjLI7p5H3lBlB15ID_jr7F2pXKcSJ_KwL7fi017U_7IcZTyxkxhEJqSHnKepmXzqPiZp5TJt-aCm_k3FvnC4uaqTQ6Sb24lglOgAcojhWwrf9wsG2-hASD7so/s1600-h/falling+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376069848937186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdO0liZGN_pn5OEO2pqywjLI7p5H3lBlB15ID_jr7F2pXKcSJ_KwL7fi017U_7IcZTyxkxhEJqSHnKepmXzqPiZp5TJt-aCm_k3FvnC4uaqTQ6Sb24lglOgAcojhWwrf9wsG2-hASD7so/s400/falling+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">By </span><a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020wBMORI6.wAkJOjzbkF/SIG=11shh17bs/EXP=1223000449/**http%3A//www.flickr.com/photos/sarajudith/" target="_top"><span style="color:#000000;">Sara Judith</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> on </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/" target="_top"><span style="color:#000000;">Flickr</span></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>HELP!</strong></div>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-5875224324209656082008-09-18T20:20:00.001-07:002008-09-18T20:54:58.483-07:00goodbye frisbee daysWe admit it, we are hooked. Avenue for stress release. Regular exercise. Bonding time. Whatever we call it. It just really feels weird not playing frisbee in between classes, after classes and even on days without class. So, imagine us when dear frisbee broke...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247568816331649394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jVON4BFzBaX9Fm6BbQALh9d4rRmnR7aN5W7nBKJCUqZRKypBiwPv4N0tOgG0gBSdc20MQmEwpJLlK-Hfxmsn57Cf2NN8MFjvfdfvUlQCKWnUjiPkAkMUlF3VKid1FYCFOgB7FamSOEA/s320/P9165827.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p align="center">US on frisbee days</p><p align="center">(Not minding our sudden discoloration: from brown to darker brown!)<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizr9RmDgpxI4jSaXCKlcWOW-WtbtYd_0uu80758Uk-BYHQXOeemBOUpX8a4CQTmg2HaomRXLTdFDETK8zMx9ZHHlii6eMAJbSjt9Voq5mAdkC3PV5TLlMcFkE1798Iok7h8g8YZa0cyyk/s1600-h/P9065350.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247570782332158402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizr9RmDgpxI4jSaXCKlcWOW-WtbtYd_0uu80758Uk-BYHQXOeemBOUpX8a4CQTmg2HaomRXLTdFDETK8zMx9ZHHlii6eMAJbSjt9Voq5mAdkC3PV5TLlMcFkE1798Iok7h8g8YZa0cyyk/s200/P9065350.JPG" width="200" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYDM1kgXU2g4h93K0mhKc7Do8c4ScAkjh7D9PkxD9U0_tLMJoz_SaXuccH78ei3vmB8QBHI6Ar5c6kuhfXsZ3b0gycxRIEHrm23l8TIeKz_cpZAtlbLxpDZ3WKmml89P4Vzm8hFS4sGw/s1600-h/P9065364.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247572385014572226" style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYDM1kgXU2g4h93K0mhKc7Do8c4ScAkjh7D9PkxD9U0_tLMJoz_SaXuccH78ei3vmB8QBHI6Ar5c6kuhfXsZ3b0gycxRIEHrm23l8TIeKz_cpZAtlbLxpDZ3WKmml89P4Vzm8hFS4sGw/s200/P9065364.JPG" width="200" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjfKu9Sriz3Uek3jG1FkPoHZ8kgwZ6TLpaF1Otn4LboM44HlQehX2r1DuMwtH_XNJz735fmGVNDEMHmoFOcoq69EZH2o0Zt5jwvhDhTCcC3j6xCkh7BjjdobWQ7b6K4U8IJqeFbIFHDY/s1600-h/P8204630.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573057323988706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjfKu9Sriz3Uek3jG1FkPoHZ8kgwZ6TLpaF1Otn4LboM44HlQehX2r1DuMwtH_XNJz735fmGVNDEMHmoFOcoq69EZH2o0Zt5jwvhDhTCcC3j6xCkh7BjjdobWQ7b6K4U8IJqeFbIFHDY/s200/P8204630.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5T_Zcupxooc0EzScoR7AJDryaC48XftPJBFEqDMqZvsPy3u8qHhz207_I0iT4ALpLe43stXz3hyphenhyphenu-gUeE3ZWPZRm8X9LTTebKhk0uXkLjsJntHCF3TpHqWSQ9uGg7zY_qK2GSZm4yVJA/s1600-h/P8204610.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573340659190962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5T_Zcupxooc0EzScoR7AJDryaC48XftPJBFEqDMqZvsPy3u8qHhz207_I0iT4ALpLe43stXz3hyphenhyphenu-gUeE3ZWPZRm8X9LTTebKhk0uXkLjsJntHCF3TpHqWSQ9uGg7zY_qK2GSZm4yVJA/s200/P8204610.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">US when the frisbee days were gone</p><p align="center">(watching the pros on the other side, wishing for a new disc)</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247569365323902482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzK5pXgG9GfPIuJ2X4atxDqLSJkRZ9NQXzVlbCkKydUn1JhcQz_tcJeVQo0MVdx8M8pjR-EQb2m5J50tLYZZaxNrhn90CX1a5pN3oHDiwXFIZYAcrnBSqjvEBGjnG6nIcqmUJ2LeaC0vw/s400/P9165830.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We miss the adrenalin rush. We miss the natural high. We need a new frisbee. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">End of story.</span></p>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-28959118461015853562008-08-16T13:09:00.000-07:002008-08-15T22:09:41.693-07:00so how am i?this me now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234202841627748258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzi8yOzJvOffM7cb5J_y8078U4wzUhyphenhyphenmR92ql1ml8zcYAv4R2bQIeT8DjfTHU68iPSDK8sixSzdLUP3ZKABq9DqFWcUF2NU8i-XhTf8pExjCgRY1a9XowVcdIHqsk8qELcuuN828EjUBA/s320/P5153360.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>... like this cup of oatmeal in the middle of the night, placed in a microwave of pressure and heat, and in just a snap, it blows out a mess.</p><br /><br /><p>Well, it's been a whirlwind of things since i came back and started serious university life again. A few weeks into my majors, I already had my share of <em>hidoi</em> teachers asking me "what happened to you?" and<strong> telling me i've gone haywire and stupid all over</strong>. I failed one major prelim exam. I made a mess out of my reports. Whatever. There's this new set of friends (aka classmates), who I thought I'll have a hard time laughing with; turns out, <strong>they laugh as hard as i do.</strong> Thanks to them, I have a new venue for stress release. <strong>(FRISBEE!!!!)</strong> I'm back in the dorm where I have a new room with new smallies (who are still very unsure with what they want to major in, Oh God help them!) to look over for. <strong>Three months and i have given up a lot of things just to get back on track on the academic road. But until now, i still can't see why the heck i gave them up. </strong>I took Japanese classes to bring my Japanese tongue back. I just lost them over the summer. Oh, by the way. I now have a brother in campus, which is a good thing, actually. Someone's looking out for me. I have an ATM anytime.</p><p>All in all, i'm half dead, half alive. STILL A MESS.</p>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-69232818096167611432008-06-08T22:54:00.000-07:002008-06-08T23:11:25.767-07:00hapi hapi<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209760037089134914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBnNdlwh5gr4yw5Q0B3gZmLHhzL1qDocmHhMU6Cwq-EZ5PFZwnNlSP3Gt2WDVePAT2kb3xz7EhGnfb30WKkySy2_uKHXAlT9qqzfwKYQ_tneBVg_Kp-FZObVtsCYV4fXtQ1hg4VziluQ/s320/mag-uyab.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p> </p><p align="center">Happy Fours.. :)</p>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-3030462428954328622008-06-02T15:34:00.000-07:002008-06-02T00:35:00.190-07:00volleyball back-to-back<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Ok, i feel like the biggest loser for being at the right place but at the wrong time. You see, i'm a <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">hardcore</span></strong> volleyball fan and being in Japan and staying for a year is something other fanatics would kill for. Yeah, i was there when the Italy, Brazil and USA dominated the World Cup 2007 and got the first three tickets to the Olympics, but it was not enough. It was just the start of the volleyball season. I had to come back home and to cut the story short, i missed the most important matches prior to the Olympics and will miss the ever popular FIVB World Grand Prix 2008, of which the finals will be staged in my dear old YOKOHAMA. bad. bad. bad. If only I had the option to stay a little bit longer.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207162772278520130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7W-I9doZ30CGjONjYpiWoCYWkvVY8OdGpTmPbW3pLDu4I3X6an-aqD1D-lHKlPn16meaR4OA_mwn3OOp720khAd6go_DEIDWdsUNw42pxJkn2xrJIpB-B_ah0olcS7oXckT4IeDjoII0/s400/Img_GetImage2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">look at what i've missed</p><p align="center">(WOQT: Japan vs. Poland)</p><p align="center"></p><p align="left">Japan hosted the FIVB Women's Volleyball World Olympic Qualifying Tournament last May17-25 in Tokyo. And yes, my predictions were right. Though I wanted team Japan to top the competition, finishing with Serbia and Poland on the same ground and getting that much-coveted ticket to Beijing is good enough for me. haha It went like this. Japan demolished Poland, Poland sweeped Serbia but Serbia blocked Japan to tie their standings at 1-1. So much rivalry, so much pride. After all, these teams are ranked 7th (Serbia), 8th (Japan) and 9th (Poland) in the world. Together with Kazakhstan as the tournament's best Asian team next to Japan, they complete the volleyball list for the Beijing Olympics. </p><br /><p><br /><br />Here's the complete list (from fivb.org):<br /><br />Women's Olympic Games 2008<br />Qualified Teams<br /><br />1. China (host country)<br />2. Italy (1st World Cup)<br />3. Brazil (2nd World Cup)<br />4. U.S.A. (3rd World Cup)<br />5. Algeria - Africa<br />6. Kazakhstan - Asia *<br />7. Russia - Europe<br />8. Cuba - Norceca<br />9. Venezuela - South America<br />10. Poland (1st World Olympic Qualification) *<br />11. Serbia (2nd World Olympic Qualification) *<br />12. Japan (3rd World Olympic Qualification) *<br /><br />* The Asian Continental Qualification Tournaments were played combined with the World Olympic Qualification Tournaments in Japan<br />COQT = Continental Olympic Qualification TournamentWOQT = World Olympic Qualification Tournament<br /><br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Let's go local.<br /><br />When the world had its eye on Japan, I had mine on local collegiate volleyball. The 1st conference of the 5th season of the Shakey's V-league had kept me glued on the boob tube every afternoon. So now, i know the new faces of Philippine volleyball. Wink!</p><br /><p>Right after UAAP Season 70, I have to admit, I became an FEU convert. (Go Shaira! Go Chel! Go Abanto!) haha But a big surprise at the opening of the Shakey's V-league left everyone in doubt, FEU sported a technically new team with more than half of its champion team out for the conference. Out of the seven, including their libero, only three were left; Gonzalez, Morada and libero Taganas. I really didn't expect them to place and true enough, they didn't. But I have to commend their efforts and fighting spirit. Young as they were as a team, they managed to pull off several 5-setters with the more experienced teams (e.g. Lyceum and Ateneo) and actually won games for themselves. <em>Hintayin nating huminog ang FEU</em>, they'll be a deadly team to watch out for.</p><br /><p><em>Obvious bang FEU fan ako</em>? haha Anyway, fast forward. After I dropped my hopes for FEU, I was for San Sebastian all the way. I cheered for the Visayan teams (USJR and USLS), but, no, I'm a Lady Stag for this conference. Even more, when they announced that their former Thai import, Jaroensri Bualee will be back to play for them. Plus, I'm in awe of their quicker, Rysabelle Devanadera and their libero, MJ Pepito. They were my team to beat, I even gambled with my brother who was for Adamson, 'coz we both expected an Adamson-San Sebastian final clash way before the final four was decided. But lo-and-behold, something happened on the way to the finals. Underdog Lyceum of the Philippines stopped Adamson and Ateneo bested San Sebastian to force a double knock-out game. It was suddenly Adamson vs. San Sebastian / Lyceum vs. Ateneo. And true to their winning form, Adamson and Ateneo kissed the championship court leaving San Sebastian and Lyceum fight for 3rd. In the end, Adamson wanted it badly more than Ateneo, and won Game 1 and 2 of the best-of-3 finals match. As for my Lady Stags, they went home with the 3rd Place trophy after 2 duels with Lyceum.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207183169078208850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebErWN_rCPgSzErn-PdT8UpgGKHLPeGXdyheNhyfvn4gpJMTNNWpcnpAM9MCt3mCKKnHMUmVv10RpPoaf3AbEjhTZcqNeSWPw_dlT2leEvc-edIkClpIiseM0Nmudzb5v_zADLstQ8jg/s400/normal_IMG_5849.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Adamson Lady Falcons, Shakey's V-League 5th Season Champions<br /></p><p></p><br /><p>List of Awardees (from v-league.ph):<br />Best Scorer:13 BOTO, Beverly - Lyceum of the Philippines University<br />Best Attacker:7 JAROENSRI, Bualee (G) - San Sebastian College<br />Best Blocker:8 SORIANO, Ma. Rosario - Ateneo de Manila University<br />Best Server:7 BENTING, Angela - Adamson University<br />Best Digger:6 GATA, Lizlee Ann - Adamson University<br />Best Setter:5 SERAFICA, Janet - Adamson University<br />Best Receiver:5 PEPITO, Mary Jane - San Sebastian College<br />Most Improved Player:8 SORIANO, Ma. Rosario - Ateneo de Manila University<br />Most Valuable Player:11 BAUTISTA, Neriza (G) - Adamson University<br />Most Valuable Player For Finals:11 BAUTISTA, Neriza (G) - Adamson University<br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p>One season down, more to come! Hello Olympics! :) See yah there!</p><br /><p></p>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-17764566574519565872008-05-25T02:30:00.000-07:002008-05-24T11:34:22.868-07:00exclamation point!<div align="center">"... Everybody all for one! The real summer has just begun! Let's rock and roll and just let go to the rhythm of the drums!.." </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204006968800362962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJLCFPxG5Qg1A-Pl5s9VqEjANsHH1J1T4rjxmSWjU2-Uu0bWIF9zT6UAcGFJGgtHxfC15pCGHUklzPkRtmt3oyJ7OOT7tTb7DYcJHrtF0MmE8m-LxRXIFIggRBhOISFluGb_CRLYlPkk/s320/highschool+musical+2+014.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">teens class</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011422681449010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcnuE3InMLaPsJsu0KnJh-l1_HMbKC4Ix7E9ud-WPTp63HVI4GV-TG3nkfDUTS4CvvirtR5ZNN1CB1hsJlQ0fo-ddGCl7fGiQ_rUZTsgOIv6FEHrzYzYn8EL0wPT6nUsyylFJQQw4WZg/s320/highschool+musical+2+051.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">ballet class</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204007900808266210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjv0DYtK-tgtwdjCBtFKCsqzO5_QSB-aodB2XCNQK99Q4MWXWM01mMwZJON9bReOKxNV818kUNSfLMvC-1UVTtO4rU52TWGr6zUjgOZXmVb1Q-m0hhD3pcknvCiqOOVTIqeR2maZbJSgc/s320/highschool+musical+2+058.jpg" border="0" /> kuya ran, jeremy, kim, marlou, harvey, kuya kevin, kuya japs</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Well, my summer vacay just ended, right on the stage of the Grand CAP Auditorium. 'coz in a few hours, i'll be tugging my big luggage around, board a plane back to Dumsville (Dumaguete) to start school again.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFTtyW_UdpBPB0K4EbWctzL1CFk7SOas9Nw_xvdlFByC5_w7kppoHOujoBxbwk_fNlVGI6kw_CoL5Mij_KLJmPrrcI7UTjdzV3nmd0BLpmN8BsxWldjYlQcX1Ujm0iwNo6b1p90NLcE4/s1600-h/highschool+musical+2+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204008807046365682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFTtyW_UdpBPB0K4EbWctzL1CFk7SOas9Nw_xvdlFByC5_w7kppoHOujoBxbwk_fNlVGI6kw_CoL5Mij_KLJmPrrcI7UTjdzV3nmd0BLpmN8BsxWldjYlQcX1Ujm0iwNo6b1p90NLcE4/s320/highschool+musical+2+035.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">teacher eds, teacher ritz</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7X8vjjw8IHckQEv9bQoYFCpZ7C1TuBE8mII0-QI_3iN4pn28CCvB9Ts8M9bKeYzH9y1FkzS50G6n1t-qQ3yirob0K0SFHRLT_sg-YRJBx-E9Bud7TvuBPfujly1PU-sse3-InpMrZF4/s1600-h/highschool+musical+2+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204009215068258818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7X8vjjw8IHckQEv9bQoYFCpZ7C1TuBE8mII0-QI_3iN4pn28CCvB9Ts8M9bKeYzH9y1FkzS50G6n1t-qQ3yirob0K0SFHRLT_sg-YRJBx-E9Bud7TvuBPfujly1PU-sse3-InpMrZF4/s320/highschool+musical+2+059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />teacher ces </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Thank you, LCB-PAC and all the participants for the <strong>fantabulous </strong>recital we just had! (and to the lightsmen, who made us feel like superstars with the spotlight!) Two months of training, from morning 'til night was sometimes unbearable but thank you to all our teachers, who patiently and unceasingly motivated us to "point your toes! pull up! smile! warm-up properly!" and squeezed out every little ounce of dance, and discipline we had in our systems. Thank you, too, to all the people i had classes with and had the chance to dance with. I was up for the challenge to dance beside a company member. haha And our break time was a lot less boring with you guys around. And of course, thank you most especially, to our parents for letting us dance, despite the price. haha joking!</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKcN_VXhUBXLATAFIBzXDXsashr8R9iJu8_FOSG8qWxfeppztIRQ0uSMzE6PYSwaTmbv4H8fL1yrb8o8_dpq4mpISA9eFABptv1hyTCB4LQvG61gH8q9MJ0lDjGXNXN-FaKzdPxftTRuk/s1600-h/highschool+musical+2+056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204010181435900434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKcN_VXhUBXLATAFIBzXDXsashr8R9iJu8_FOSG8qWxfeppztIRQ0uSMzE6PYSwaTmbv4H8fL1yrb8o8_dpq4mpISA9eFABptv1hyTCB4LQvG61gH8q9MJ0lDjGXNXN-FaKzdPxftTRuk/s320/highschool+musical+2+056.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />mel, pen, mai, cindy and me<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204010744076616226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6uLfcPbiR3IPC-JQbxUvZ1Hxcxb2VjHQLF7OMjQJnhfNsJCEakJcdEyPtbp6D_4Z2VTOsj2rWwNR2lt5ewuvrivmguZQj9QOMRT4I0Y2hIyyO6GoRE9kBjWuFG4U3vVa4qDfVQ6opGA/s320/highschool+musical+2+064.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">mae, kate, anne and me<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="left">New friends, learning a new dance (I now know how to tap dance!) and a reunion with my first love, ended my summer. Now it's time to face dear old Silliman again. See you soon.</div>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-68251456088797344902008-05-21T23:48:00.000-07:002008-05-21T09:04:23.946-07:00flashbackssaw his ballerina sister at dance practice today...<br /><br />flashback... he was a dance demigod...<br /><br />flashback... he was a good friend...<br /><br />flashback... [*gushes*] but really, he was just my <em>kuya</em>... haha<br /><br />smile... smile... ok now, goofy SMILE! :p<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>3 days to my dance recital! woohoo!</strong></span>April Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-75068331056700781662008-05-18T23:30:00.000-07:002008-05-18T10:16:02.768-07:00fairy godmother<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rmRO2ourjTPXiSI_PTBt7J83Tyjh77s5y8jDtaJ6jonfyR82mPOzvh9ISHLSdfsBWjzW37hbLNc5fCUn_TBB014ngVmN0OFIg_gHi39TGvIlj24PPVVAYMLDj0v6QBWOVguKRQ5U3P0/s1600-h/P5183389.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201766684529850514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rmRO2ourjTPXiSI_PTBt7J83Tyjh77s5y8jDtaJ6jonfyR82mPOzvh9ISHLSdfsBWjzW37hbLNc5fCUn_TBB014ngVmN0OFIg_gHi39TGvIlj24PPVVAYMLDj0v6QBWOVguKRQ5U3P0/s320/P5183389.JPG" border="0" /></a> As a child, i looked up to my godparents as rich and succesful individuals who can afford to shower me with gifts to open during Christmas eve and on my birthday. (I hated those who didn't remember me. haha) I never really met all of them, some i just came to know because their presents were regular fixtures under our Christmas tree and some, because I never found their gifts under the tree.<br /><br />But now, it's the other way around.<br /><br />Meet Christian James, my very first <em>inaanak</em>, who just got baptized this morning. And meet Dawn, the first-time <em>ninang</em> (godmother). I'm now officially a godmother and i suddenly feel like a grown-up. Being given the responsibility to be a guardian, a guide and an example to this little angel is a little overwhelming knowing that someday, he'll look up to me the way i looked up to my godparents. I hope I can be just that and that someday, i'll be his favorite <em>ninang.</em><br /><br />But of course, kids will be kids. They'll judge who the best <em>ninang</em> is according to how big and how often the godparents send them gifts. As I am not financially-capable of doing that just yet, i already had mom to take of it. atleast for now. hahaApril Dawn Moso Taylaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732noreply@blogger.com0