<?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-2651179287515815702</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:22:28.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dawning on me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-8096100406072913505</id><published>2010-07-06T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:51:27.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time for change</title><content type='html'>i'm moving to &lt;a href="http://behindasahi.wordpress.com"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-8096100406072913505?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8096100406072913505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=8096100406072913505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8096100406072913505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8096100406072913505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-for-change.html' title='time for change'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-2813133049960599128</id><published>2009-06-09T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T03:39:33.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 7 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Si47mCrMQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/LCNI41SOtqg/s1600-h/hanil-dunx-and-dawn-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345275332474455010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Si47mCrMQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/LCNI41SOtqg/s400/hanil-dunx-and-dawn-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MAY 2009 marks the 7th year of my love affair with Duncan. hahaha ;p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So ayon... YES DUNX, I'D STILL SAY YES. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/voLCz46sjuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/voLCz46sjuA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2651179287515815702-2813133049960599128?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2813133049960599128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=2813133049960599128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/2813133049960599128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/2813133049960599128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-7-years.html' title='It&apos;s been 7 years!'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Si47mCrMQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/LCNI41SOtqg/s72-c/hanil-dunx-and-dawn-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-1717565567132918293</id><published>2009-05-07T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:15:30.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am for Volleyball Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 298px" src="http://www.inquirer.net/view/2515" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;This page requires a higher version browser&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Standing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UST: 4-1&lt;br /&gt;FEU: 3-1&lt;br /&gt;ADAMSON: 3-1&lt;br /&gt;SSC-R: 3-1&lt;br /&gt;ATENEO: 2-2&lt;br /&gt;ST BENILDE: 2-3&lt;br /&gt;LYCEUM: 1-5&lt;br /&gt;UP: 0-4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-1717565567132918293?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1717565567132918293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=1717565567132918293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/1717565567132918293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/1717565567132918293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-for-volleyball-part-2.html' title='I am for Volleyball Part 2'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7862451769880552374</id><published>2009-05-04T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:04:33.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.A.N.D.O.M.</title><content type='html'>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... &lt;em&gt;Ano kayang meron? Ilonggo invasion? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Behind every great man, is an affordable travel plan. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watchutink? Makes sense? Or just selling their stuff? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May ginawa akong sobrang nakakahiya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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. &lt;em&gt;Ung DAVE na crush ko nung 6th grade! OMG! &lt;/em&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;gulay! Mas nakakahiya!&lt;/em&gt; I wish he'll never open his Restaurant City account again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The funny thing about this incident: I feel like I'm a teenager again! Oh, giddy rush of puppy love! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: &lt;em&gt;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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7862451769880552374?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7862451769880552374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7862451769880552374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7862451769880552374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7862451769880552374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='R.A.N.D.O.M.'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7110343308210243672</id><published>2009-05-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:36:50.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, APRIL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups, downs, turns and slides, like a rollercoaster. It's not about to end. The ride has just begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2Y-XwOuaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UVLz0_M_0cU/s1600-h/P3239671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585731172153762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2Y-XwOuaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UVLz0_M_0cU/s400/P3239671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2Zjbyn6II/AAAAAAAAAc8/u1DMadTC7sc/s1600-h/P4079900+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586367911094402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2Zjbyn6II/AAAAAAAAAc8/u1DMadTC7sc/s400/P4079900+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mt. Talinis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2aYtWVKQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kw38mWJb3qY/s1600-h/P4100083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331587283157330178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2aYtWVKQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kw38mWJb3qY/s400/P4100083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Casaroro Falls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2ePoqhDZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pt6jAq-7wLE/s1600-h/P4110149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591525327506834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2ePoqhDZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pt6jAq-7wLE/s400/P4110149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bacolod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2b1rsMayI/AAAAAAAAAdM/smLdf-hY9T0/s1600-h/P4190310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588880439995170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2b1rsMayI/AAAAAAAAAdM/smLdf-hY9T0/s400/P4190310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21st @ Dumaguete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2cQzQnQbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/O6-SCTzWyrI/s1600-h/P4200340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331589346328265138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2cQzQnQbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/O6-SCTzWyrI/s400/P4200340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Funds are sinking LOW now. haha Save up! Save up for another rollercoaster month! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7110343308210243672?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7110343308210243672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7110343308210243672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7110343308210243672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7110343308210243672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-april.html' title='Goodbye, APRIL.'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/Sf2Y-XwOuaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UVLz0_M_0cU/s72-c/P3239671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7679041216353935997</id><published>2009-04-17T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:27:35.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Right Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am smelling Chicken Inasal already... Namit gid! nyahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SeitjijFqwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_QnBz4b8bQo/s1600-h/P1199078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325697385446615810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SeitjijFqwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_QnBz4b8bQo/s400/P1199078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Happy Birthday me, in BACOLOD! woooooot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2651179287515815702-7679041216353935997?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7679041216353935997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7679041216353935997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7679041216353935997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7679041216353935997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-right-back.html' title='Be Right Back!'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SeitjijFqwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_QnBz4b8bQo/s72-c/P1199078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-8106032555909566372</id><published>2009-03-31T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:43:24.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protozoan Summer</title><content type='html'>Right 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy summer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-8106032555909566372?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8106032555909566372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=8106032555909566372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8106032555909566372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8106032555909566372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/protozoan-summer.html' title='Protozoan Summer'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-3129199650678262008</id><published>2009-03-08T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:55:09.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DLSU wins.</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a confessed FEU fan, &lt;em&gt;'di ko matanggap&lt;/em&gt;. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-3129199650678262008?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3129199650678262008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=3129199650678262008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3129199650678262008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3129199650678262008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/dlsu-wins.html' title='DLSU wins.'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-575749302489807941</id><published>2009-02-10T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:22:01.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Losses</title><content type='html'>How does one deal when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a child and lost Amanda, the doll you did everything with?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you tripped and lost grip of your chocolate ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you’re a budding achiever and did not graduate at the top of your class?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you’re a ballerina and you had your legs broken?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you’re a lawyer and lost your first major case that could have made a name for you?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you’re a man and lost your sight?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you lost a family member to cancer?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you had your heart broken for reasons that only you are to be blamed?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you lost a scholarship that could have gotten you through college?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you’ve been through hell and lost the genuineness of your laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you’re a mother and lost your first-born child?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you wake up in the morning and you lost your drive to get up and pursue your plans?&lt;br /&gt;Or when your favourite cup of coffee lost its distinct taste?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you lost all your files a day prior to a big project defense?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you’re driving along an expressway and lost your brakes?&lt;br /&gt;Or when you lost your faith in things you used to strongly believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Or worse, when you realize you are losing your zest for life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-575749302489807941?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/575749302489807941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=575749302489807941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/575749302489807941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/575749302489807941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/dealing-with-losses.html' title='Dealing with Losses'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-8652257720295924921</id><published>2009-02-08T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:17:57.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random 25</title><content type='html'>from Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Got tagged by Moi, Kat, Trish and Ate Cha. This sounds fun, so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am scoliotic. I wore body braces for almost three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have appreciation for the arts, specially performing arts. i make sure i watch every show in our auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I cook spaghetti but before i cook the pasta, i can't help but eat a few of the raw pasta 'sticks'. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Red ants make me cry. One time, they pestered my laptop, i cried the whole night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.6) Kitkat is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I was an exchange student to Japan in 2007. I want to go back and stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I used to know how to speak and write a little japanese, but somehow i already forgot. no practice. booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I almost drowned when we went snorkling in Apo Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I am afraid of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Southborder still makes me smile like an idiot when i hear their songs. I am a BIG fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) How i wish I can get a license and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) In 3rd grade, I was a member of spice girls. I was Posh Spice. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Volleyball! I am for volleyball! Too bad i am too short for the game. but i'll be glad to be a libero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Maybe your wondering, i'm just 4 feet , 11 inches tall. small and proud. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) It takes me 10 snoozes before i really get up from bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I am saving up for a trip to ilocos. It would be nice to go there on my own, with my own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) People call me dawnaidi. I call myself dawnaidi. dawn + junaidi = dawnaidi. yeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-8652257720295924921?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8652257720295924921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=8652257720295924921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8652257720295924921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8652257720295924921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-25.html' title='Random 25'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-6184087564797226029</id><published>2009-02-04T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:31:51.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SYnAKHkwnjI/AAAAAAAAAck/pJmnRFQlfkI/s1600-h/DSCF3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298977716642553394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SYnAKHkwnjI/AAAAAAAAAck/pJmnRFQlfkI/s400/DSCF3284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Browsing through the old files from Marianne's lappy, I found this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from a year ago at the Yokohama Train Station, Yokohama, Japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawnaidi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYhb7woKCIsAAHs70h41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-6184087564797226029?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6184087564797226029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=6184087564797226029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6184087564797226029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6184087564797226029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/browsing-through-old-files-from.html' title=''/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SYnAKHkwnjI/AAAAAAAAAck/pJmnRFQlfkI/s72-c/DSCF3284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7206007434696244322</id><published>2009-02-04T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:55:51.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inday</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Something for the non-visayan speakers... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from &lt;a href="http://su.edu.ph/features/abscbnfeature41.htm"&gt;http://su.edu.ph/features/abscbnfeature41.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday is not always a maid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Liling Magtolis Briones&lt;br /&gt;From ABS-CBN Interactive&lt;br /&gt;June 16, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="550"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BUSINESS OF GOVERNANCE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img height="64" src="http://su.edu.ph/jpg/lmb.jpg" width="51" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, there are Indays who are maids. But there are also Indays who are leaders in&lt;br /&gt;their professions as academics, politicians, businesswomen, artists and theologians.&lt;br /&gt;One fine day an Inday can even be president of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;When it is expressed with the proper intonation and inflection, Inday is the loveliest sound any girl can possibly listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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…."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;One fine day an Inday can even be president of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7206007434696244322?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7206007434696244322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7206007434696244322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7206007434696244322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7206007434696244322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/07/inday.html' title='Inday'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-6843336216609665351</id><published>2009-01-20T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T05:44:38.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Lee Su-Min</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SXXTPXmkfII/AAAAAAAAAcY/rohy11C7dJ4/s1600-h/P1222414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293369198031174786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SXXTPXmkfII/AAAAAAAAAcY/rohy11C7dJ4/s400/P1222414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SXXS5gNPYFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mWRK33HyPkI/s1600-h/P1222414.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shocking as it was to know you left so soon,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am blessed to have known you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Til we meet again, Izumi-chan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-6843336216609665351?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6843336216609665351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=6843336216609665351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6843336216609665351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6843336216609665351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-lee-su-min.html' title='To Lee Su-Min'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SXXTPXmkfII/AAAAAAAAAcY/rohy11C7dJ4/s72-c/P1222414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-5730358877138714366</id><published>2008-12-09T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:42:09.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY, I'M IN LOOOOOVE!</title><content type='html'>come friday, i'll be the happiest person in world! *kilig kilig* woohoo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-5730358877138714366?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5730358877138714366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=5730358877138714366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5730358877138714366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5730358877138714366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-im-in-lovoooove.html' title='FRIDAY, I&apos;M IN LOOOOOVE!'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-8361063143360155836</id><published>2008-12-08T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:32:58.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock hard rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey, it's been more than a year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277442343821641666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/ST092cIYB8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/kcUHjOVraEM/s400/DSCF0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheers to the VANITY SISTERS! Missin' the good ol' times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-8361063143360155836?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8361063143360155836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=8361063143360155836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8361063143360155836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8361063143360155836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-hard-rock.html' title='rock hard rock'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/ST092cIYB8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/kcUHjOVraEM/s72-c/DSCF0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7603137030411513737</id><published>2008-11-19T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:46:19.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on disappearing</title><content type='html'>My 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. &lt;em&gt;Pahinga muna, kumbaga. Reality check. &lt;/em&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;Aspergillus niger &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Aspergillus fumigatus &lt;/em&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need ice cream. I need coffee. Nah, i'm just tired. Help me, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7603137030411513737?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7603137030411513737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7603137030411513737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7603137030411513737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7603137030411513737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-disappearing.html' title='on disappearing'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-5461737033305294908</id><published>2008-10-04T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:34:47.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAINBOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SOhDGAxPhsI/AAAAAAAAATs/VyxNrVDrecg/s1600-h/PA036631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253522735892498114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SOhDGAxPhsI/AAAAAAAAATs/VyxNrVDrecg/s400/PA036631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silliman Amphitheater Grounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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. &lt;em&gt;Kaya ko 'to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SOg7X18ZTbI/AAAAAAAAATk/c_PkF6G2QBI/s1600-h/PA036631.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-5461737033305294908?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5461737033305294908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=5461737033305294908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5461737033305294908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5461737033305294908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/usual-friday-scene-at-silliman.html' title='RAINBOW'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SOhDGAxPhsI/AAAAAAAAATs/VyxNrVDrecg/s72-c/PA036631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7427210410463098445</id><published>2008-09-22T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:28:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>TORQUE - as my Physics professor would define it, is a force that causes the rotation of a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of the moment, PHYSICS is my TORQUE. I'm turning 360... around... roundabout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's falling.. falling... falling... failing... failing... failing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SOQwNQ4bsuI/AAAAAAAAATc/84YWo6fni78/s1600-h/falling+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376069848937186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SOQwNQ4bsuI/AAAAAAAAATc/84YWo6fni78/s400/falling+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020wBMORI6.wAkJOjzbkF/SIG=11shh17bs/EXP=1223000449/**http%3A//www.flickr.com/photos/sarajudith/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sara Judith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7427210410463098445?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7427210410463098445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7427210410463098445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7427210410463098445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7427210410463098445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/09/torque.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SOQwNQ4bsuI/AAAAAAAAATc/84YWo6fni78/s72-c/falling+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-587522432420965608</id><published>2008-09-18T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:54:58.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye frisbee days</title><content type='html'>We 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247568816331649394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMcCR_dcXI/AAAAAAAAASk/1v4ZUxA9J3c/s320/P9165827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US on frisbee days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Not minding our sudden discoloration: from brown to darker brown!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMd0t6ggcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2rFLAl-0zLw/s1600-h/P9065350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247570782332158402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMd0t6ggcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2rFLAl-0zLw/s200/P9065350.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMfSAXxZMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-12N9QovFJI/s1600-h/P9065364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247572385014572226" style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMfSAXxZMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-12N9QovFJI/s200/P9065364.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMf5I609uI/AAAAAAAAATE/aWvPhpXZ-r4/s1600-h/P8204630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573057323988706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMf5I609uI/AAAAAAAAATE/aWvPhpXZ-r4/s200/P8204630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMgJobNDLI/AAAAAAAAATM/noU5Dj7TpFA/s1600-h/P8204610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573340659190962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMgJobNDLI/AAAAAAAAATM/noU5Dj7TpFA/s200/P8204610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US when the frisbee days were gone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(watching the pros on the other side, wishing for a new disc)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247569365323902482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMciPJabhI/AAAAAAAAASs/FxsFZdKOHWY/s400/P9165830.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We miss the adrenalin rush. We miss the natural high. We need a new frisbee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;End of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-587522432420965608?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/587522432420965608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=587522432420965608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/587522432420965608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/587522432420965608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-frisbee-days.html' title='goodbye frisbee days'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SNMcCR_dcXI/AAAAAAAAASk/1v4ZUxA9J3c/s72-c/P9165827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-2895911846101585356</id><published>2008-08-16T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:09:41.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so how am i?</title><content type='html'>this me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234202841627748258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SKOfwKGP56I/AAAAAAAAARs/AFyTnnpEfK8/s320/P5153360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;... 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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;hidoi&lt;/em&gt; teachers asking me "what happened to you?" and&lt;strong&gt; telling me i've gone haywire and stupid all over&lt;/strong&gt;. 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, &lt;strong&gt;they laugh as hard as i do.&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks to them, I have a new venue for stress release. &lt;strong&gt;(FRISBEE!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt; 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. &lt;strong&gt;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. &lt;/strong&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, i'm half dead, half alive. STILL A MESS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-2895911846101585356?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2895911846101585356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=2895911846101585356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/2895911846101585356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/2895911846101585356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-how-am-i.html' title='so how am i?'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SKOfwKGP56I/AAAAAAAAARs/AFyTnnpEfK8/s72-c/P5153360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-6923281809616761143</id><published>2008-06-08T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:11:25.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hapi hapi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209760037089134914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SEzJJre5SUI/AAAAAAAAARk/-BN-Dzq_fms/s320/mag-uyab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Fours.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-6923281809616761143?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6923281809616761143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=6923281809616761143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6923281809616761143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6923281809616761143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/06/hapi-hapi.html' title='hapi hapi'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SEzJJre5SUI/AAAAAAAAARk/-BN-Dzq_fms/s72-c/mag-uyab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-303046242895432862</id><published>2008-06-02T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:35:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>volleyball back-to-back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, i feel like the biggest loser for being at the right place but at the wrong time. You see, i'm a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hardcore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207162772278520130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SEOO8-FMqUI/AAAAAAAAARU/H1Zyyn5PSIc/s400/Img_GetImage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;look at what i've missed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(WOQT: Japan vs. Poland)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the complete list (from fivb.org):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's Olympic Games 2008&lt;br /&gt;Qualified Teams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. China (host country)&lt;br /&gt;2. Italy (1st World Cup)&lt;br /&gt;3. Brazil (2nd World Cup)&lt;br /&gt;4. U.S.A. (3rd World Cup)&lt;br /&gt;5. Algeria - Africa&lt;br /&gt;6. Kazakhstan - Asia *&lt;br /&gt;7. Russia - Europe&lt;br /&gt;8. Cuba - Norceca&lt;br /&gt;9. Venezuela - South America&lt;br /&gt;10. Poland (1st World Olympic Qualification) *&lt;br /&gt;11. Serbia (2nd World Olympic Qualification) *&lt;br /&gt;12. Japan (3rd World Olympic Qualification) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Asian Continental Qualification Tournaments were played combined with the World Olympic Qualification Tournaments in Japan&lt;br /&gt;COQT = Continental Olympic Qualification TournamentWOQT = World Olympic Qualification Tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;em&gt;Hintayin nating huminog ang FEU&lt;/em&gt;, they'll be a deadly team to watch out for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obvious bang FEU fan ako&lt;/em&gt;? 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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207183169078208850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SEOhgOFMqVI/AAAAAAAAARc/L7xiDlLT4w0/s400/normal_IMG_5849.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Adamson Lady Falcons, Shakey's V-League 5th Season Champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;List of Awardees (from v-league.ph):&lt;br /&gt;Best Scorer:13 BOTO, Beverly - Lyceum of the Philippines University&lt;br /&gt;Best Attacker:7 JAROENSRI, Bualee (G) - San Sebastian College&lt;br /&gt;Best Blocker:8 SORIANO, Ma. Rosario - Ateneo de Manila University&lt;br /&gt;Best Server:7 BENTING, Angela - Adamson University&lt;br /&gt;Best Digger:6 GATA, Lizlee Ann - Adamson University&lt;br /&gt;Best Setter:5 SERAFICA, Janet - Adamson University&lt;br /&gt;Best Receiver:5 PEPITO, Mary Jane - San Sebastian College&lt;br /&gt;Most Improved Player:8 SORIANO, Ma. Rosario - Ateneo de Manila University&lt;br /&gt;Most Valuable Player:11 BAUTISTA, Neriza (G) - Adamson University&lt;br /&gt;Most Valuable Player For Finals:11 BAUTISTA, Neriza (G) - Adamson University&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One season down, more to come! Hello Olympics! :) See yah there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-303046242895432862?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/303046242895432862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=303046242895432862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/303046242895432862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/303046242895432862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/06/volleyball-back-to-back.html' title='volleyball back-to-back'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SEOO8-FMqUI/AAAAAAAAARU/H1Zyyn5PSIc/s72-c/Img_GetImage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-1776456657451956587</id><published>2008-05-25T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:34:22.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exclamation point!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... 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!.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204006968800362962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhYxCAAwdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Fb9aYR6IiYE/s320/highschool+musical+2+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teens class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011422681449010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhc0SAAwjI/AAAAAAAAARM/maEY3uaYoC8/s320/highschool+musical+2+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ballet class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204007900808266210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhZnSAAweI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qNVxI9-UUfI/s320/highschool+musical+2+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; kuya ran, jeremy, kim, marlou, harvey, kuya kevin, kuya japs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhacCAAwfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-D_XHHH9ISk/s1600-h/highschool+musical+2+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204008807046365682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhacCAAwfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-D_XHHH9ISk/s320/highschool+musical+2+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teacher eds, teacher ritz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhazyAAwgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8ouSHMsykaQ/s1600-h/highschool+musical+2+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204009215068258818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhazyAAwgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8ouSHMsykaQ/s320/highschool+musical+2+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher ces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you, LCB-PAC and all the participants for the &lt;strong&gt;fantabulous &lt;/strong&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhbsCAAwhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ujfweEc60G4/s1600-h/highschool+musical+2+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204010181435900434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhbsCAAwhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ujfweEc60G4/s320/highschool+musical+2+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel, pen, mai, cindy and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204010744076616226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhcMyAAwiI/AAAAAAAAARE/2--wuz4WDU0/s320/highschool+musical+2+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;mae, kate, anne and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-1776456657451956587?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1776456657451956587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=1776456657451956587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/1776456657451956587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/1776456657451956587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/05/exclamation-point.html' title='exclamation point!'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDhYxCAAwdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Fb9aYR6IiYE/s72-c/highschool+musical+2+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-6825145608879734490</id><published>2008-05-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:04:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks</title><content type='html'>saw his ballerina sister at dance practice today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashback... he was a dance demigod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashback... he was a good friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashback... [*gushes*] but really, he was just my &lt;em&gt;kuya&lt;/em&gt;... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile... smile... ok now, goofy SMILE! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 days to my dance recital! woohoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-6825145608879734490?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6825145608879734490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=6825145608879734490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6825145608879734490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6825145608879734490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-dance-was-his-last-dance.html' title='flashbacks'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7506833105670078166</id><published>2008-05-18T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:16:02.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairy godmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDBjPUvc-JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hTltm5OmzNc/s1600-h/P5183389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201766684529850514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDBjPUvc-JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hTltm5OmzNc/s320/P5183389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Christian James, my very first &lt;em&gt;inaanak&lt;/em&gt;, who just got baptized this morning. And meet Dawn, the first-time &lt;em&gt;ninang&lt;/em&gt; (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 &lt;em&gt;ninang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, kids will be kids. They'll judge who the best &lt;em&gt;ninang&lt;/em&gt; 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. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7506833105670078166?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7506833105670078166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7506833105670078166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7506833105670078166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7506833105670078166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairy-godmother.html' title='fairy godmother'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SDBjPUvc-JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hTltm5OmzNc/s72-c/P5183389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-1066128247776926861</id><published>2008-04-29T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:57:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy april</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 graduations, 3 birthdays and reunion of all sorts here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;definitely the busiest summer month. happy happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBaxb0uWpgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p73MOFV-7Ls/s1600-h/P4043160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194534311786096130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBaxb0uWpgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p73MOFV-7Ls/s200/P4043160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBaxn0uWphI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4PFG7X6TnoE/s1600-h/P4043163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194534517944526354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBaxn0uWphI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4PFG7X6TnoE/s200/P4043163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yac's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; graduation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194535514376939042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBayh0uWpiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/McXDu4-P6Os/s320/P4053203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kuya's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; graduation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194536467859678770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBazZUuWpjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uNbB_GqWOLM/s320/P4063217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ice cream-&lt;/span&gt;themed grad party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194541849453700738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa4SkuWpoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8Zl-stn2hpc/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday pa!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa1lkuWpmI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3bBWL69ehSc/s1600-h/100_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194538877336331874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa1lkuWpmI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3bBWL69ehSc/s200/100_1673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa1tkuWpnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tLEz1-SelrQ/s1600-h/blowing%20the%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194539014775285362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa1tkuWpnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tLEz1-SelrQ/s200/blowing%252520the%252520cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;twenteen!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa6pEuWppI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3ZBw7XsHAyc/s1600-h/P4273308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194544435024012946" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa6pEuWppI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3ZBw7XsHAyc/s200/P4273308.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa62kuWpqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yrpJVSFXcEk/s1600-h/P4273354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194544666952246946" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa62kuWpqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yrpJVSFXcEk/s200/P4273354.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa8BUuWprI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Tm2TM-XugZM/s1600-h/P4273332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194545951147468466" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="132" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa8BUuWprI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Tm2TM-XugZM/s200/P4273332.JPG" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa8ikuWpsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4kWgGX4Ptqo/s1600-h/P4273327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194546522378118850" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBa8ikuWpsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4kWgGX4Ptqo/s200/P4273327.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paradise family outing/ lola's bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBbAi0uWptI/AAAAAAAAAPc/h_Cg8K2J6SE/s1600-h/100_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194550924719597266" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="132" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBbAi0uWptI/AAAAAAAAAPc/h_Cg8K2J6SE/s200/100_1640.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBbA-UuWpuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hNN7LBJ6OMM/s1600-h/P4030223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194551397165999842" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBbA-UuWpuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hNN7LBJ6OMM/s200/P4030223.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBbBikuWpvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GJZMUqw7RJA/s1600-h/P4030238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194552019936257778" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBbBikuWpvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GJZMUqw7RJA/s200/P4030238.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBbCJUuWpwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xf-a5Jw4BE8/s1600-h/P4030221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194552685656188674" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBbCJUuWpwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xf-a5Jw4BE8/s200/P4030221.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pisay mini reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;looking forward to many crazy fun fun days for the rest of the summer! mata ne!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-1066128247776926861?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1066128247776926861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=1066128247776926861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/1066128247776926861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/1066128247776926861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-april.html' title='happy april'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBaxb0uWpgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p73MOFV-7Ls/s72-c/P4043160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-5343920747882469840</id><published>2008-04-27T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:04:13.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bisdaks in the volleyball limelight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBR4J0uWpbI/AAAAAAAAANM/u7XMPBJbfwQ/s1600-h/2008-03-19-nestea-beach-volley-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193908380432246194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBR4J0uWpbI/AAAAAAAAANM/u7XMPBJbfwQ/s400/2008-03-19-nestea-beach-volley-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My eyes were glued and watched the whole day through the live webcast of Nestea (nestea.com.ph) and it's official; BISDAKS (bisayang dako) dominated the finals of the Nestea Beach Volley National Circuit 2008, both in the men's and women's division, which concluded in Boracay yesterday. Woohoo!! Way to go mga bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cebu's Janelle Tabio and Florian Gutierrez of Southwestern University ended the final match with 18-21, 21-19, 15-11, regaining their throne in sweet revenge from top rival and fellow Cebuano team, the defending champs University of the Visayas' Janez Armie Igot and Jusabelle Brillo. SWU made history, being the only team to win four championship titles in the Nestea Beach Volley Tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third place was awarded to University of Mindanao-Tagum's Mylin Que and Liezel Manatad after they crushed UAAP Season 70 champs Far Eastern University's Wendyanne Semana and Shaira Gonzalez in straight sets, 21-15, 21-9. Adamson University's Rizza Jane Laguilles and Angela Benting came in 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the men's division, Dumaguete's pride, Rolando Agus and Arnel Amadeo of Foundation University fought a hard 15-21, 21-14, 15-9 game to topple down Cebu's Jonrey Sansing and James Ryan Rivera of the University of Southern Philippines Foundation for the championship title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the third place, University of Saint La Salle-Bacolod's Emmanuel Marlon Luces and Mark Sabusap outlasted University of Mindanao- Tagum's Raquelito Tayabas and Lowell Fabian in a 21-19, 18-21, 15-11 thriller. FEU's Edjet Mabbayad and Jerry Mabutol came in 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193918512260097474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBSBXkuWpcI/AAAAAAAAANU/dJBHpW1rS08/s400/normal_Cebu_Group_Shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;University of San Jose Recoletos-Cebu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193919027656173010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBSB1kuWpdI/AAAAAAAAANc/LW4VyLKE98M/s400/normal_Group_with_Coach_Bacolod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;University of St. La Salle-Bacolod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The on-going Shakey's V-League Season 5 will welcome, for the first time, two regional powerhouses. University of St. La Salle-Bacolod and University of San Jose Recoletos- Cebu will join the quarterfinals with the remaining four teams who didn't qualify outright in the semifinals, namely: FEU, ADMU, LPU and CSB. (ADU and SSC-R got the first two spots in the semifinals). Can these bisdaks make up for the no-show of UST and DLSU, stun the other Luzon teams and wow crowds? We'll see. We'll see. Fingers crossed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*pictures from spikeithard.com and &lt;a href="http://www.v-league.ph/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;www.v-league.ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-5343920747882469840?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5343920747882469840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=5343920747882469840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5343920747882469840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5343920747882469840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/04/bisdaks-in-limelight.html' title='bisdaks in the volleyball limelight'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/SBR4J0uWpbI/AAAAAAAAANM/u7XMPBJbfwQ/s72-c/2008-03-19-nestea-beach-volley-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-3350352545194488866</id><published>2008-03-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:02:32.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate post</title><content type='html'>i hate it when people insist that they are right when all the evidence is there, laid on the table. &lt;em&gt;pilit nagmamalinis&lt;/em&gt;, when all the dirt is waving at their faces. worse, &lt;em&gt;sila pa ang nagagalit&lt;/em&gt; when we saw their faults. tsktsk. whatever happened to the good manners and anger management amongst the rich, i don't know. it all went away with the money they spent. hahay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-3350352545194488866?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3350352545194488866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=3350352545194488866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3350352545194488866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3350352545194488866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/03/hate-post.html' title='hate post'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-5757634042232276056</id><published>2008-03-11T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:26:23.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its toll on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i enjoyed 5 days worth of dinner coupled with 2 afternoons of coffee larcepuccino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yep, all for a good, cold night. or so i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up sooner than the chickens, running for the nearest comfort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank God, it was just 3 leaps away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then on, i was awake but with blankets and pillows drowning me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;break the fast, my Mom said before she left;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a basic rule in pharmacology, gobble up before you gulp in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did eat half of a piece and 2 sips of choco milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in a wink, there it went, like i never ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it left me weak, so i got some rest and snored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh.. &lt;em&gt;hirugohan&lt;/em&gt; is ready, grandma called out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am starving. i badly need to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fish eyes stared, ripe mangoes tickled my nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but Tommy said, "No, i don't like that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it sounded like a threat for another run, so i obliged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ended up with rice and soup. aka &lt;em&gt;LUGAW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jut when i thought i am relieved from the hunger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there i went running again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there it went too, like i never ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the 3rd time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i certainly hope that this won't go on for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's awful and painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: dear Tommy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;please let me eat again. i'll try my best not to get you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;exhausted with all the food i take in. please please please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-5757634042232276056?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5757634042232276056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=5757634042232276056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5757634042232276056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5757634042232276056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-foods-toll-on-me.html' title='its toll on me'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-3515897533578796067</id><published>2008-03-04T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:32:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am for volleyball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Women's Volleyball UAAP Season 70 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173871645384690898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R81I2WCezNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WBOgrdO_r9Y/s400/facesofvleague.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Volleyball Season 70 concluded with a bang when the Adamson Lady Falcons served it long on FEU's match point and ended the five-set thriller, do or die, Game 3 at The Arena in San Juan last Sunday. (though i just watched from the telecast by Studio 23. hehe) It's the Lady Tamaraws' 30th UAAP title as Adamson fought for their very first. The Ateneo Lady Eagles finished 4th and powerhouse and defending champs, the UST Tigresses, came in 3rd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173882507356982498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R81SumCezOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PpMe6kuVhhQ/s400/feu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FEU LADY TAMARAWS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here is the list of Awardees for Season 70:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Women’s Volleyball:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;MVP: WENDYANNE SEMANA (FEU)&lt;br /&gt;Best Scorer: MA. ROSARIO SORIANO (ADMU)&lt;br /&gt;Best Attacker/Spiker: MARY JEAN BALSE (UST)&lt;br /&gt;Best Blocker: CELINE ANNE HERNANDEZ (DLSU)&lt;br /&gt;Best Server: RISSA JANE LAGUILLES (ADU)&lt;br /&gt;Best Setter: JANET SERAFICA (ADU)&lt;br /&gt;Best Digger/Libero: LIZLEE ANN GATA (ADU)&lt;br /&gt;Best Receiver: MA. ROSARIO SORIANO (ADMU)&lt;br /&gt;Rookie of the Year: MA. CARMINA DENISE ACEVEDO (ADMU)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R81XIGCezQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DiXb6RDxUZY/s1600-h/abanto"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173887343490157826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R81XIGCezQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DiXb6RDxUZY/s320/abanto" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've missed quite a lot of UAAP seasons and V-league conferences and i'm still getting to know the new faces of today's Philippine volleyball. I saw so many promising talents but this player definitely caught my attention: Anna Camille Abanto of FEU. With her sharp kills, all-around skills and boyish charms, she reminds me much of my dear TAKASHI MIYUKI. I'll make sure to watch out for her in the coming games. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When the Shakey's V-League first aired Season 1, there were Michelle Carolino, Maureen Penetrante, Roxanne Pimentel, Desiree Hernandez, Mic Mic Laborte and Cherry Rose Macatangay, to name a few, who ruled the court and gave television a new sport to follow (i say, revived glory). Today, 4 or 5 years later, volleyball proved to be as enjoyable as basketball with thousands or maybe even millions of avid followers cheering in the Arena or in front of the TV. And it's not just an adrenalin show, you know. Adrenalin + skill + parade of beauties all in one package. With more exposure, more sponsors and more airtime, i see a Professional Volleyball League not very far from here. Fingers crossed. :) Shoutouts to potential sponsors! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, see you soon at the much awaited Season 5 of the Shakey's V-league and on December for UAAP Season 71. Let's see if UST can defend their title. Go Volleyball! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*pictures and list of awardees taken from spikeithard.com and feu.edu.ph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-3515897533578796067?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3515897533578796067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=3515897533578796067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3515897533578796067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3515897533578796067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-for-volleyball.html' title='i am for volleyball'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R81I2WCezNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WBOgrdO_r9Y/s72-c/facesofvleague.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7595798542329193943</id><published>2008-03-03T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:59:49.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiyawan sunday</title><content type='html'>hiyawan sunday-slash-reunion. be still my beating-like-amplifiers-in-a-rock-concert heart.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dahil sa Davao kami nakatira at kahit siguro katabi lang ng Araneta ang bahay namin, I can never afford to watch a Ne-yo concert. I could have killed for a ticket. haha So when ASAP 08 flashed their teasers for that Sunday's episode, I thought, it's not so bad after all. Ne-yo's going to sing a familiar tune or two on the boob tube for me to sing and dance to. So, I waited patiently, enduring some song numbers from the 'not-so-singers' who belted it out in fluctuating notes. (It was nice to see the Streetboys again, though. I bow to them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was already gulping down my tinolang native chicken when Ate Mar called out from the sala, "DON! DON! NE-YO NA!" I left my food unfinished and rushed to the living room. The NE-YO number, or so I thought, wasn't a Ne-yo number at all! There they were, sing and dance ala Because of You, Gary V., Kris Lawrence and (drum roll please) DUNCAN RAMOS!!!!!! MY DUNCAN RAMOS!!!!! haha So, March 2, 2008, the Taylaran residence on Marigold Street succumbed to the reverberating shrieks of yours truly and crashed into bits and pieces. Kung sa bisaya pa, &lt;em&gt;ga lanog lanog akong tingog, nabungkag among balay!&lt;/em&gt; After years and years, nagpakita ulit si dunx sa akin, doing what he's best at.. "...and it's all because of you..." woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173543218037482146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R8weJW1BYqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SMGkerJ-HIY/s400/dunx" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The moment the camera's lenses focused on Dunx, my mobile phone beeped twice in succession. 1st message was something like this: &lt;em&gt;Dawn, nasa ASAP si Duncan. Dali! Siyempre, ikaw agad na isip ko kasi alam kong miss mo na siya.&lt;/em&gt; (from bea). It has been proven over and over again, me and bea are bestfriends. BEST. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2nd message was this: &lt;em&gt;Nood ka gud ng ASAP&lt;/em&gt;. (from junaidi). I am very blessed to have a guy like him. uyab jud mi. haha Who said the make-believe boyfriend and the real boyfriend can't be friends? haha AHLAVET! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7595798542329193943?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7595798542329193943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7595798542329193943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7595798542329193943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7595798542329193943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/03/hiyawan-sunday.html' title='hiyawan sunday'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R8weJW1BYqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SMGkerJ-HIY/s72-c/dunx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-6640302082129963240</id><published>2008-02-03T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:05:53.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>operation: let's play with snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T4xDYnw9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/baCBUSJyJAE/s1600-h/P2032604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162524594479285202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T4xDYnw9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/baCBUSJyJAE/s320/P2032604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waking up to a snowy morning is just one of most beautiful things you'll ever experience. thanks to gino's email, i would not have noticed the falling snow. it might have snowed for hours now, i suppose, because the snow's already 2 inches thick. so, i knocked on marianne's door...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;operation: let's make snowmen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T1HTYnw5I/AAAAAAAAALY/waCNe5NgCiA/s1600-h/P2032606.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162520578684863378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T1HTYnw5I/AAAAAAAAALY/waCNe5NgCiA/s320/P2032606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mr. snowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T1bDYnw6I/AAAAAAAAALg/trClANZrnHA/s1600-h/P2032610.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162520917987279778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T1bDYnw6I/AAAAAAAAALg/trClANZrnHA/s320/P2032610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mr. snowman's family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;given the fact that we are newbies to seeing so much white around us.. anything goes.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;operation: let's make snow angels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T2LDYnw7I/AAAAAAAAALo/UYazrGrgLiA/s1600-h/P2032615.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162521742621000626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T2LDYnw7I/AAAAAAAAALo/UYazrGrgLiA/s320/P2032615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angel dawnita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T2tjYnw8I/AAAAAAAAALw/jD4AurtzJqo/s1600-h/P2032616.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162522335326487490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T2tjYnw8I/AAAAAAAAALw/jD4AurtzJqo/s320/P2032616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angel marianna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and by anything, we mean anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a39934e29fc11601" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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given this special chance that other dreamers might never ever have. you really never fail to make your children happy. childish as it may seem, but to us who have dreamed of snow all our lives, one snowy day was more than enough. but you made it two. THANK YOU, LORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-6640302082129963240?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a39934e29fc11601&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6640302082129963240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=6640302082129963240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6640302082129963240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6640302082129963240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/02/operation-lets-play-with-snow.html' title='operation: let&apos;s play with snow'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R6T4xDYnw9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/baCBUSJyJAE/s72-c/P2032604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7786917877237049274</id><published>2008-01-26T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T05:33:52.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when eating your heart out just makes you feel bloated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you ran out of dvds to save your life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when everybody else is asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always that song in your playlist that does its job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to southborder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7786917877237049274?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7786917877237049274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7786917877237049274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7786917877237049274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7786917877237049274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-therapy.html' title='music therapy'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-219496057408947041</id><published>2008-01-25T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:56:19.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on partying and alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"will you drink alcohol? what do you want to drink, dawn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"anything but not beer... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kahlua&lt;/span&gt; and milk, then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"milk? how old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there's an &lt;strong&gt;unwritten rule&lt;/strong&gt; when attending a party: &lt;strong&gt;drink&lt;/strong&gt;. everybody's doing it, anyway. i'm trying hard to fit in, you know. but please don't take it against me that i don't have the &lt;strong&gt;gastrointestinal tracts&lt;/strong&gt; for alcohol. i won't take it against those who do have them, too. cool na kung cool. but i just came to be with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got home from a friend's party (all with alcohol and loud music) and i realized(for the nth time around), &lt;strong&gt;i'm no party person&lt;/strong&gt;, at all. yep, i tried talking to people who come up to me and introduce themselves. but the conversation ended there. i can't make it any more longer than the 30 second &lt;em&gt;"yoroshiku. my name's dawn," &lt;/em&gt;drill. i ended up sitting on the couch for as long as i can remember, watching MTV VMA's, eating chips and drinking my &lt;strong&gt;kahlua and milk&lt;/strong&gt; drink made an hour ago, while watching other people pour second or perhaps their third helpings of beer and chatting with themselves. &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt;, while everybody else had something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember one crazy time when we dressed up for &lt;strong&gt;a night of partying&lt;/strong&gt; supposedly with MTV in shibuya. but since we were below 20, we weren't allowed to get in. so we headed for another club instead. when the door opened, there goes the small room, with dim yet flashing lights, &lt;strong&gt;crammed with sweaty and drunk people&lt;/strong&gt;, dancing (dirty dancing?) to the loudest music i've ever heard. our ticket came with a cup of vodka, or so i thought. i got it anyway just to look like i belong. haha we had our little spot in the middle of the dancefloor, me and my friends forming a little circle. for a while i enjoyed the dancing but things changed so fast. here goes a guy or two, slowly dancing their way nearer to our circle. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maygawd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. why do they have to dance so close to you? worse, why behind you? &lt;strong&gt;total panic.&lt;/strong&gt; it didn't do me good. i was wishing i had my boyfriend there, i'd feel safer that way. but he was not there and i'm freaking out. haha good thing, the club had a separate room for the girls only. a big, muscled guy was guarding the entrance to the room to ensure it remains for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. it was my last resort to &lt;strong&gt;escape the horrors of the dancefloor&lt;/strong&gt;. so, i stayed there, sat down, gave my high-heeled feet a break and watched tv for the rest of the night. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or should i say, dawn?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i have nothing against &lt;strong&gt;partyphiles&lt;/strong&gt;. it's their way of having fun. and i've got dozens of friends who looove to party. it's just that i can't get the hang of the mixture of &lt;strong&gt;alcohol+deafening music+super close range dancing+strangers (read: drunk strangers)&lt;/strong&gt; in one room. i enjoy a lot things and i enjoy them with friends; sports, shopping, traveling, eating, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but definitely, partying is not for me.&lt;/strong&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/2651179287515815702-219496057408947041?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/219496057408947041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=219496057408947041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/219496057408947041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/219496057408947041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-partying-and-alcohol.html' title='on partying and alcohol'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-9073706847570470603</id><published>2008-01-24T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:03:54.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've been off for the past weeks. acads here and there, people here and there. blah blah. i can go on ranting for as long as i want. i tried eating my way out of it, finishing 1 chocolate cake roll in 10 minutes, 2 in 30, 15 pieces of mandarins, pringles, bento and peach tea on the sides. All, while watching 24 from sundown until sundown. Oh, hibernation lifestyle in the confines of my humble cave. But it didn't work for me when i thought it would. crazy. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;but the past 4 days have been happy days, thank God. the Lord's rainbow after the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; papa called from home and woke me up at around noon just to let me hear Jay Durias singing the OST of a new teleserye in ASAP. "langit sa 'yong tabi.. la la la la la..." Oh, i love my family. They know how to make me squeal and smile like a fool. good thing, i'll see them real soon and i'm looking forward to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday:&lt;/strong&gt; the last day of class. i still have a nihongo exam next week though, but it's officially over. yeba! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; i was an hour late but it didn't matter anyway. we went ice sakting in aka renga, a first time for me. woohoo. 'di ako natumba, infairness. after that, we had ice cream in a store called &lt;em&gt;cold stone,&lt;/em&gt;where they sing while they make the ice cream. cute. then, we had purikura and pictorials in MM21. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;laughtrip and child-like fun. talking about flushing away all the negativity in and around me. it worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eKxjYnwVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/z0oItAJ_xpc/s1600-h/P1222362.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158744482092925266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eKxjYnwVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/z0oItAJ_xpc/s200/P1222362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eMDjYnwXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jRq3uem9Cks/s1600-h/P1222358.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158745890842198386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eMDjYnwXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jRq3uem9Cks/s200/P1222358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eLNzYnwWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Zo3TPZhCjMk/s1600-h/P1222379.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158744967424229730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eLNzYnwWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Zo3TPZhCjMk/s200/P1222379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eNnTYnwYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ot5j76q-tuI/s1600-h/P1222349.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158747604534149506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eNnTYnwYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ot5j76q-tuI/s200/P1222349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eN5DYnwZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BYppfvFu4Eo/s1600-h/P1222393.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158747909476827538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eN5DYnwZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BYppfvFu4Eo/s200/P1222393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eOYTYnwaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P6GIlxHc4Ds/s1600-h/P1222400.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158748446347739554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eOYTYnwaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P6GIlxHc4Ds/s200/P1222400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eO9jYnwbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lczdVfTlcwU/s1600-h/P1222418.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158749086297866674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eO9jYnwbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lczdVfTlcwU/s200/P1222418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5ePyjYnwdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jTF7ihwa5BM/s1600-h/P1222413.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158749996830933458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5ePyjYnwdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jTF7ihwa5BM/s200/P1222413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; still awake and already 6:30 am, sitting by the sliding doors of my room while watching my last 2 episodes of 24, my eyes caught sight of drops outside. OMG! i've been waiting for this for 19 years! SNOW!!!! i stood there, outside my veranda in my PJ's, a jacket and my camera in one hand, letting the snow fall on my hair which looked liked big flakes of dandruff. haha i stood there, shivering and teary eyed, watching the rooftops change its color from brown and blue to white, watching everything turn to white and wishing it would never stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eQ4TYnweI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DhEhtvsaHtY/s1600-h/080123_0808~01.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158751195126809058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eQ4TYnweI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DhEhtvsaHtY/s200/080123_0808~01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eRDjYnwfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ge1af34sro4/s1600-h/080123_0809~01.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158751388400337394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eRDjYnwfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ge1af34sro4/s200/080123_0809~01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eRVDYnwgI/AAAAAAAAAII/pTxr2DTPIUE/s1600-h/P1232478.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158751689048048130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eRVDYnwgI/AAAAAAAAAII/pTxr2DTPIUE/s200/P1232478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eR3jYnwhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/giaml9fCmBE/s1600-h/P1232492.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158752281753534994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eR3jYnwhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/giaml9fCmBE/s200/P1232492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eS5DYnwkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KKvLvwCzDgw/s1600-h/P1232488.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158753407034966594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eS5DYnwkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KKvLvwCzDgw/s200/P1232488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eTODYnwlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SsQ5wsC80Dw/s1600-h/P1232491.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158753767812219474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eTODYnwlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SsQ5wsC80Dw/s200/P1232491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eSDjYnwiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HZS6SnPLfKw/s1600-h/080123_0820~01.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158752487911965218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eSDjYnwiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HZS6SnPLfKw/s200/080123_0820~01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eSkTYnwjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9gx3RdNK9BA/s1600-h/P1232462.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158753050552681010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eSkTYnwjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9gx3RdNK9BA/s200/P1232462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;PS: I placed a bowl outside while it snowed. I have snow water! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2651179287515815702-9073706847570470603?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/9073706847570470603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=9073706847570470603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/9073706847570470603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/9073706847570470603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-days-of-happiness.html' title='4 days of happiness'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R5eKxjYnwVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/z0oItAJ_xpc/s72-c/P1222362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7635531863464650966</id><published>2008-01-18T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:03:37.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings from SAORI... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My day started out wrong. Walang tulog kasi gumawa ng outline for my ever long report about Mr. Darcy. I had to go to school early to finish it. There goes Dawn, 8 in the morning, walking towards the bus stop. I met Yama there, naghihintay din ng bus. Hi dito, hello dun. Turns out, maaga din siya kasi she still has an unfinished report to do. We were not ourselves that moment, stress just overpowered our usually enthusiastic conversations. Fast forward, we arrived at the station, got into the train, still dull and silent and falling halfway asleep. We reached &lt;em&gt;futamatagawa station&lt;/em&gt; and changed trains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Dawn! Dawn! Dawn! I have something to show you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Nani ga? Bikkurishita, Yama-chan!" ("unsa man? nakuratan ba ya ko!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yama just got lost in the rush hour exodus of people. Next few moments...&lt;br /&gt;She opens her folder and looks for something. She finds it and hands it over to me. I got excited. What could that small paper be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"My friend got this for me. I'll give it to you. &lt;em&gt;pu re zen to desu&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156524379354073554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R4-nmkMKidI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_zExt6DA4dI/s320/P1172217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment I saw the word TORAY, I knew what Yama just gave me. An autograph from no less than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;木村　沙織　(Saori Kimura)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156524924814920162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R4-oGUMKieI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-wvVfGDDUvw/s320/Img_GetImage%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(FYI: Saori plays as wing spiker of the Japan National Team. She also plays with Toray Arrows in the Japan V-League.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a Dawn smile (the smile nung una ko na meet face to face ang Southborder... haha You can imagine.. :) ), I managed to mutter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Really?? 本当　に　嬉しい!!!!!! ありがとう!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(happy ako masyado!!! SALAMAT!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Don't smile that big during your classes, ok? hehe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"*Laughs* arigatou!!!! arigatou!!!! arigatou!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That made my day start all over again. *wink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to Yama, i'm craving for volleyball again.. haha Here's a clip of Japan's game versus Poland during the World Cup 2007; 5 sets cramped in 11 minutes.. Japan's most exciting game in 2007, I should say. :) Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dB7wHnG54D8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7635531863464650966?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7635531863464650966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7635531863464650966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7635531863464650966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7635531863464650966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-day-started-out-wrong.html' title='greetings from SAORI... :)'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R4-nmkMKidI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_zExt6DA4dI/s72-c/P1172217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-785456267551350560</id><published>2008-01-16T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:04:51.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what shall i call you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm doing my last and most difficult paper for my &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice &lt;/em&gt;class and by way of closing our books, here's a script of the alternate US ending of the 2005 movie &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice. &lt;/em&gt;Goodbye Darcy. Certainly, &lt;em&gt;vanity, not pride had been your folly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darcy: and what shall i call you when i'm crossed? mrs. darcy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elizabeth: no. you may only call me mrs. darcy when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darcy: and how are you this evening, MRS. DARCY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs. darcy... mrs. darcy... mrs. darcy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice. &lt;/em&gt;DVD. Universal Studios&lt;em&gt;, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-785456267551350560?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/785456267551350560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=785456267551350560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/785456267551350560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/785456267551350560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-shall-i-call-you.html' title='what shall i call you?'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-9063937358143653132</id><published>2008-01-14T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:07:07.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>静か　な</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what is with the silence, Nelly C.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;no, i'm not mad nor scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not asking why, not judging how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i am hoping you'd answer anyway.&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/2651179287515815702-9063937358143653132?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/9063937358143653132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=9063937358143653132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/9063937358143653132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/9063937358143653132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-with-silence-nelly-c.html' title='静か　な'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-6451342429460870538</id><published>2008-01-10T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:07:49.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random. oh so random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i just had to write something. bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i was reading the january 2008 US edition of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marie claire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; magazine, with a pregnant and a still sexy christina aguilera on the cover. it reminded me of my very first magazine 7 or 8 years ago, with a younger aguilera riding a motorcycle on the cover. how nostalgic. i miss my mags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm a confessed late-bloomer fanatic of 24 and of tony and michelle's twists and turns. sleepless nights are so fun. but too bad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chase edmunds is nowhere to be found after the 3rd season. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R4Xmx0MKiaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KsCyUpip8cE/s1600-h/cast_3_6[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153779092093045154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R4Xmx0MKiaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KsCyUpip8cE/s320/cast_3_6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hi chase! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so, they're working hard to make yokohama a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;creative city&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. artists and creators who decide to live here get a subsidy based on criteria. that's good. i'd like another walk of yokohama before i leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;marianne, cris and nami went out for mister donuts after class. i regret i didn't go with them. i realized, i'm craving for a &lt;strong&gt;ポン　デ　ドボル　ショコラー&lt;/strong&gt;. yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;4 more reports to go and i'm done with my so-called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;japanese academic life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. but still, i don't want to start making them. not yet. lazy dawn. i'd rather play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and speaking of that, seiko and me are the unbeaten champs in our badminton class. haha. new career. but volleyball will always be my &lt;strong&gt;いちばん&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numero uno&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm still thinking about our high school batch reunion. i really missed a lot of fun. and my bestfriends are planning to get together again soon in manila. i'm &lt;strong&gt;dying of envy&lt;/strong&gt;. again. &lt;em&gt;humanda kayo pag balik ko dyan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;the other day, i had the strong urge to look up for probable med schools in the UK. it somewhat changed my plans. Master course in Medical Microbiology first before of getting an MD. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University of Birmingham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, here I come! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i have to go. it's getting late and it's super cold outside. i forgot my jacket. haha good luck &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scoliotic back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. may you not kill me with pain. i've had enough of the &lt;em&gt;it's-a-girls-thing-kind-of-&lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-6451342429460870538?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6451342429460870538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=6451342429460870538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6451342429460870538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/6451342429460870538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-oh-so-random.html' title='random. oh so random.'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R4Xmx0MKiaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KsCyUpip8cE/s72-c/cast_3_6%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-9156576543379804333</id><published>2008-01-07T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:08:49.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>room matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i feel so good and beaming with pride that i can now show off my room to anyone who knocks at my door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it had cost me two tablets of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mefenamic acid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hooray. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-9156576543379804333?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/9156576543379804333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=9156576543379804333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/9156576543379804333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/9156576543379804333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-so-good-and-beaming-with-pride.html' title='room matters'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-4790975235371768578</id><published>2008-01-04T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:01:40.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yokoso 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151664507894532482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R35jk0MKiYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WYyTjp2ig0Y/s320/PA140856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goals to keep me busy with. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have my lazy tooth extracted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-it sounds painful but I have to. Dentist's advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learn how to drive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-and get a driver's license. I'm way over 18 anyway. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dance again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-i regret that i gave up my love for dance when i entered college but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to do it again and lose weight on the sides. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fight for my scholarship key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-i need a 3.7 this first sem of 2008 to get a key. I don't how I will do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with 4 majors and a physics class but I will. I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quality time with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-i've been away for a year and i miss them. I've got a lot of catching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;up to do. Hear, hear about the Manila trip, ma! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;take NMAT on december.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-this is the first step to enter medical school. And to get into the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medical schools, at least an NMAT score of 90 percentile is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;formulate a sensible and feasible thesis proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-the horror of all horrors of college life, secondary to finding a job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;atleast. I hope I'll make a good one 'coz a BPI-DOST award is waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;visit QC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-It will be my 20th birthday present for myself: to visit QC on my own. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be with jun and my closest friends for a few days. Hello, Puerto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*May we all have a blessed 2008! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-4790975235371768578?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4790975235371768578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=4790975235371768578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/4790975235371768578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/4790975235371768578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2008/01/yokoso-2008.html' title='New Year, New Goals'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R35jk0MKiYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WYyTjp2ig0Y/s72-c/PA140856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-7895662248329169096</id><published>2007-12-30T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T07:13:31.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up, you sleepy head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been lazy these past days, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; engagements all night until &lt;em&gt;朝日 &lt;/em&gt;shows up and dozing until the last rays are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day's the other way around. As it has always been. Only worse.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it to oversleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel weak and too tired to cook.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it to over sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My room's a mess for weeks or maybe months now.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it to over sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't seen the sun for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it to over sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I doubt if I can wake up tomorrow in time for our Tokyo trip.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it to over sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-7895662248329169096?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7895662248329169096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=7895662248329169096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7895662248329169096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/7895662248329169096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2007/12/oversleep.html' title='wake up, you sleepy head!'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-8146418564533377047</id><published>2007-12-29T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:16:13.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>habang atin ang gabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;had a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gluttonous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make-your-own sushi dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 am and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still awake&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking advantage of the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arigatou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uchida&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sensei&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;chikka&lt;/span&gt; account.. (but nobody replied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to blog my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;supposed-to-be-sad-but-turned-out-to-be-happy Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;salamat&lt;/span&gt; Mar, Kat, Gino, Ate Cy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Jayson, Ate Nor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Xiao&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to answer my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom's e-mail&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assessing my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; (a blessed year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no luck&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering who'll come to our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; batch reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they'll have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without me&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahay&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more drama of wanting to be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;less than 2 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be home anyway.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just continue my &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to a deadly dose of my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;musical refuge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is such a term..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SOUTHBORDER&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149115543588604258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R3VVTkMKiWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fhdfmLqgAzU/s320/jay3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;w/ Jay Oliver Durias at Kanto Bar (Davao Show 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-8146418564533377047?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8146418564533377047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=8146418564533377047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8146418564533377047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8146418564533377047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2007/12/asahan-mo-na-kahit-kailan.html' title='habang atin ang gabi'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R3VVTkMKiWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fhdfmLqgAzU/s72-c/jay3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-8438504796758831729</id><published>2007-12-22T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:33:03.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger Bread Christmas Cottage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dec. 22, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, we made a ginger bread house. Six hours, a tray of home-made apple pie, glasses of peach tea and a Bridget Jones’ Diary movie after, the snow-covered cottage stood up while decorations were being glued on its roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146821502771562770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R20u40MKiRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vA5hQIQIjSs/s320/071222_2104~01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute or two of that Yatta! and yehey! feeling, the sweet-smelling house collapsed. The meringue a.k.a snow a.k.a glue didn’t do its job well. And, damn gravity. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146821820599142690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R20vLUMKiSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GCqGoeH9W0I/s320/071222_2107~02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we had to eat the house, piece by piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s three more days to an apparently sabishii, no-noche-buena-and-family Christmas but I’ll not be a collapsed ginger bread cottage. I refuse to be one though I’m already on the edge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&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/2651179287515815702-8438504796758831729?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8438504796758831729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=8438504796758831729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8438504796758831729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/8438504796758831729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2007/12/dec.html' title='Ginger Bread Christmas Cottage'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R20u40MKiRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vA5hQIQIjSs/s72-c/071222_2104~01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-3538978660024120598</id><published>2007-12-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:17:39.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>panicking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isang slap-on-the-face moment sa literature class ko nung monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; we were talking about Chapter 1 of the book &lt;em&gt;The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency&lt;/em&gt; by Alexander McCall Smith when DNA testing came into the subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DNA! DNA! DNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(..in Dawn's mind..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sh*t! What does DNA stand for again??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deoxyri... deoxyrin.. deoxy... what?????????????? .......... acid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gulay dawn, DNA... DNA... remember.. remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a few moments of panicking and scribbling after:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(..written on dawn's notebook..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;deoxyribonucleic acid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there you go dawn.. after what seemed like 48 years for a biology major... shame!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reality check: i've been totally blocked out from biology (no books, no lessons, no lectures, no everything!) for almost a year now and given my poorest of poor memory, i have to start getting back on track. Remebering what DNA stood for is my first step. Disaster. Major. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh God, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-3538978660024120598?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3538978660024120598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=3538978660024120598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3538978660024120598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3538978660024120598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2007/12/panicking.html' title='panicking'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-5987975376935768869</id><published>2007-11-26T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:21:41.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1's, 5's and 12's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dahil katatapos lng ng World Cup Volleyball 2007, my mind's still full of volleyball.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;May hang-over pa ako with the volleyball fever, so eto.. I'll give you my list of my best players, coincidentally wearing jersey # 1, # 5, #12.. hehe pero siyempre may ibang exceptions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Taismary Aguero- # 12 of Italy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Former Cuban star na lumipat sa Italy. The title 'Cuban Star' speaks for itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137355612006290050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uNtdJ-koI/AAAAAAAAACY/Cl9HQxgDYoQ/s320/CABXVVA4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) Yumilka Ruiz Luaces -# 1 of Cuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's one of the few left from the superb Cuban team dati. Veteran kumbaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uN5tJ-kpI/AAAAAAAAACg/-KLznrE6Zck/s1600-h/Img_GetImage[13].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137355822459687570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uN5tJ-kpI/AAAAAAAAACg/-KLznrE6Zck/s320/Img_GetImage%5B13%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) Katarzyna Skowronska-Dolata- # 1 of Poland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's Poland's middle blocker (pero pra skin, she's a better wing-spiker) and was awarded the Best Scorer in the 2007 World Cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawnaidi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0PR5QoKCnUAAB4YLAo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uRo9J-k2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/m7HYC9sfQ4Q/s1600-h/Img_GetImage[16].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137359932743390050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uRo9J-k2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/m7HYC9sfQ4Q/s320/Img_GetImage%5B16%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4) Francesca Piccinini - #5 of Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fave Italian player. Wing-spiker / celebrity. hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uOVdJ-krI/AAAAAAAAACw/GBK5r30YYtU/s1600-h/Img_GetImage[41].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137356299201057458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uOVdJ-krI/AAAAAAAAACw/GBK5r30YYtU/s320/Img_GetImage%5B41%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Jelena Nikolic - # 1 of Serbia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another killer wing-spiker. I don't know much about Nikolic but she's definitely Serbia's main scorer. (FYI: Serbia is this year's European Vice-champion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uOmNJ-ksI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BxAgaQKjheU/s1600-h/CAYZ89UZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137356586963866306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uOmNJ-ksI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BxAgaQKjheU/s320/CAYZ89UZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawnaidi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0PONwoKCnUAAFh6DIo1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawnaidi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0PONwoKCnUAAFh6DIo1"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6) Miyuki Takahashi -#5 of Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeba! Yeba! By far, my most most most favorite player in the league! hehe Though hindi siya kataasan (170cm), she has a spiking technique (na hindi ko ma explain in words, sorry) na kahit gaano pa katangkad ang blockers niya, it's either the ball goes out, or makakalusot, in a straight course down the line! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SHIN! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uSV9J-k3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RNhMT0aeXE0/s1600-h/CAODAFO9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137360705837503346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uSV9J-k3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RNhMT0aeXE0/s320/CAODAFO9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7) Thinkaow Pleumjit - #5 of Thailand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A middle blocker na efficient sa quick sets... in fluid motion.. hehe I'd like to say she's Thailand's it girl and many call her the SCORPION QUEEN kasi my tattoo siyang scorpion sa may shoulder. hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uSn9J-k4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/10VJW0993KU/s1600-h/Img_GetImage[88].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137361015075148674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uSn9J-k4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/10VJW0993KU/s320/Img_GetImage%5B88%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8) Saori Kimura -# 12 of Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saori will be the next Japanese volleyball savior. She's still young (21) but she can play a universal position. She's a wing-spiker na efficient sa likod as a receiver and digger and she can block. She's also trained to set and is improving her back row spike. And by the way, siya lang ata ang nagse-serve ng ganong jumping floater sa league ngayon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uPaNJ-kvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LOIgiPpttD8/s1600-h/CAWRYRQ6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137357480317063922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uPaNJ-kvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LOIgiPpttD8/s320/CAWRYRQ6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------- syempre may exceptions----------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9) Yoshie Takeshita (# 3 of Japan) is THE setter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From now on, I will get inspiration from this girl. She is the smallest setter, maybe even the smallest player in the international volleyball scene today, (159cm lng sya). But despite her height, she is by far the best setter of her time. At sa liit nyang yan, nkaka block pa sya ha! hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uPrdJ-kwI/AAAAAAAAADY/1Q7MVUY4z_8/s1600-h/Img_GetImage[45].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137357776669807362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uPrdJ-kwI/AAAAAAAAADY/1Q7MVUY4z_8/s320/Img_GetImage%5B45%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Di man nakasali ang Russia sa World Cup 2007, thumbs up pa rin ako kina... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10) Lioubov Sashkova Sokolova -# 5 of Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is one of the finest diamonds of the former Russian Head Coach, Nikolai Karpol. Karpol transformed her into a universal player na kahit anong ipagawa mo sa babaeng ito, she will deliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uP09J-kxI/AAAAAAAAADg/bCpGqJY3sA4/s1600-h/CAEK9B1L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137357939878564626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uP09J-kxI/AAAAAAAAADg/bCpGqJY3sA4/s320/CAEK9B1L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Ekaterina Gamova - #11 of Russia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whew! Whoever remembers Ekaterina Gamova will always say, she's the Giant! Standing at 202 cm, she is VERY efficient in blocking. Nung mga starting days niya sa Russian team, she was just a mere higante on the court but she managed to improve and now, she is a universal player too. Penge naman ng height!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uQI9J-kyI/AAAAAAAAADo/bJqiFHHnT5s/s1600-h/CA6V056R.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137358283475948322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uQI9J-kyI/AAAAAAAAADo/bJqiFHHnT5s/s320/CA6V056R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------and of course------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brazilian squad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will always be my number 1 team! Sila lang ata ang team na lahat magaling eh. hehe No bias, really. Distributed lahat ng points. Wala silang star player, unlike other teams.I call them "the team of barbie dolls". Simula kay Leila Barros to Erika Coimbra. Ngayon, Shiella Castro and Jaqueline Carvalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leila Barros- # 12&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who will ever forget the Leila mania sa Pinas sa ilang taong pabalik-balik ang Brazil sa Manila?? She really was not all beauty and charisma. She was once Brazil's main man. Too bad, she retired that early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uQetJ-kzI/AAAAAAAAADw/_SAfHwYJu4I/s1600-h/022.BRAvsPOL.06[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137358657138103090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uQetJ-kzI/AAAAAAAAADw/_SAfHwYJu4I/s320/022.BRAvsPOL.06%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Erika Coimbra- #11 (# 3 before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nang mawala si Leila, pumalit na man si Erika. She's not all beauty too, you know. Isa rin siya sa main spikers and ace servers of Brazil. Sayang lang, di siya naglaro this World Cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uQsNJ-k0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZsCTuPFzTFo/s1600-h/CAMF6RWB.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137358889066337090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uQsNJ-k0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZsCTuPFzTFo/s320/CAMF6RWB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiella Castro- # 13 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm... She is, I think, the next Virna Dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uRA9J-k1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/gQBGhTUIxkg/s1600-h/Img_GetImage[36].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137359245548622674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uRA9J-k1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/gQBGhTUIxkg/s320/Img_GetImage%5B36%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jaqueline Carvalho- # 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need I say more?? She's Brazil's up and coming volley belle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uT2tJ-k5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WQZa8Dkizo8/s1600-h/CAMZKNXM.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137362367989846930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uT2tJ-k5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WQZa8Dkizo8/s320/CAMZKNXM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Brazilian Squad at the World Cup 2007 in Nagoya, Japan (silver medal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uT8tJ-k6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RggD1w_42fs/s1600-h/CAYB5U2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137362471069062050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uT8tJ-k6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RggD1w_42fs/s320/CAYB5U2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(* all pictures are from the FIVB official site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-5987975376935768869?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5987975376935768869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=5987975376935768869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5987975376935768869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/5987975376935768869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2007/11/volley-belles.html' title='1&apos;s, 5&apos;s and 12&apos;s'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/R0uNtdJ-koI/AAAAAAAAACY/Cl9HQxgDYoQ/s72-c/CABXVVA4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-2813855193519486458</id><published>2007-10-21T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:26:35.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess of Phone Bills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pockets are getting tired of paying more than it could, 43000, for the record. Since then, it has been a monthly mantra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Never call Pinas w/o THE card.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; But what’s a girl to do when the only thing left to lift her spirits up (not even a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;truffle ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nor the biggest platter of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sushi w/o wasabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can suffice) is an hour-worth of call, badly wanting to hear news and simply desperate to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that moment before sleep, a stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is lingering,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is dancing and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, singing. But then, the next sunny day hears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUILT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; shouting, finds hopes of a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN SONY VAIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; crashing, and devises a plan, a serious mode of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STARVATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then and there, the mantra is recited and meditated upon, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the mantra works for a couple of weeks, stopping the itching hand from getting hold of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK TEMPTRESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123981029355209634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/RxwJmSKOw6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6h5Hd-7r9HQ/s320/PA211168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and from pressing on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“005345639064881661 + call”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And a couple of weeks it is. That is all it takes to clog up every possible space with the mounting stress, elevated insecurities and even the mere nature of slight depression of not having to talk and hearing news. And with a clog like that, the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;strongest decongestant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sure will have to be taken in. Prolonged suffocation is dangerous; tested and proven. And so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Kring…. Kring…. Kring…. Kring… Kring… Kring….”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever happens at the end of this round and about monotonous clash of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alter-egos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whether the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN SONY VAIO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or will not set foot on Philippine soil on February or whether or not the telephone company will send a thank you letter for being the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“BEST CUSTOMER EVER!”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;only the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;legendary &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;GODDESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of phone bills know. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-2813855193519486458?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2813855193519486458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=2813855193519486458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/2813855193519486458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/2813855193519486458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2007/10/goddess-of-phone-bills.html' title='Goddess of Phone Bills'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3Gidg7Nb4g/RxwJmSKOw6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6h5Hd-7r9HQ/s72-c/PA211168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651179287515815702.post-3618151375352279004</id><published>2007-10-18T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:10:37.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond comprehension</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Immersion with things beyond your comprehension makes you realize how much of the world you still need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English in Society and Culture subject taught me how language is such a complex matter, and how it functions in the society. Now, I have new terms added to my memory dictionary: decreolization, received pronunciation and inherent variety among the many others. Global Issues class exposed me to the serious problems of the world: from obesity down to malnutrition, city planning to overpopulation, free trade to fair trade, land mines to child labor, and efficient energy consumption to diminishing natural resources, just to name a few. Globalization classes taught me about creative cities and how they were formed and how the employment conditions in some countries change over the years. Literature classes taught me to read books and classics, which I did not normally do. And of course, Nihongo classes taught me a whole new set of writing, vocabulary and grammar to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn’t have a lot of Science in to it, which I was very used to, but I am enjoying this broadening-my-horizon-of-learning thing. Well, yes, I miss my Biology classes back home. I miss the cats, the frogs and the fishes I open up almost everyday. I miss my professors’ explanations on things like how a jellyfish moves or why dolphins are shaped as they are or why the cacti appear to have no leaves when they actually have. And I miss wearing lab gown, too. But having to take these “deviation from my norm” classes made me feel I have been too focused and devoted to being a doctor and disregarded the other things that matter too. Way back, I never found myself reading history books again or even just the newspaper. I never read other books aside from those Biology ones, what more of those literary greats. So now, when I am asked about how the labor demand is in the Philippines, or why was India separated from Pakistan and Bangladesh after the war, or even a simple question of whether I have read a Samuel Richardson before, I don’t have answers. And yes, it’s hard and embarrassing. But I like the fact that I’m learning new and relevant things, and that I’m starting from scratch. It makes me want to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am left behind, stocked knowledge wise, but I like it that now, I not only know that Jane Austen wrote Pride and Prejudice but Elizabeth fell in love with Mr. Darcy after all; that not only is London the capital of UK but is also a “global financial articulation”, together with New York and Tokyo as well, and that &lt;em&gt;せいぶつがく (seibutsugaku) &lt;/em&gt;actually meant Biology in Nihongo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651179287515815702-3618151375352279004?l=behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3618151375352279004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2651179287515815702&amp;postID=3618151375352279004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3618151375352279004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651179287515815702/posts/default/3618151375352279004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindsilhouettes.blogspot.com/2007/10/immersion-with-things-beyond-your.html' title='beyond comprehension'/><author><name>April Dawn Moso Taylaran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774273493622757732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
