<?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-1749500370838274067</id><updated>2011-11-15T01:29:12.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a teenage drama princess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-5716990930173864522</id><published>2010-07-02T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:11:56.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>i havent blogged for centuries. i miss blogging so much. i'll be making a new blogger account. i promise! soon as i find time to create a new layout. i've been busy. there's so much to rant. many things happened. and im a very different person now. but my love for blogging is always in my heart. ill update you guys. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-5716990930173864522?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5716990930173864522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=5716990930173864522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/5716990930173864522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/5716990930173864522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-8358378997205658075</id><published>2009-03-10T16:38:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:41:12.419+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME is where the heart is. ♥</title><content type='html'>i miss posting entries here. seems like i want to blog here again. i never felt this thing before. i treat this as my HOME blog. i have a blog in multiply but the entries that i post there are not as meaningful like the entries that i post here ( did i say meaningful? when its supposed to be non sense). i dont know why. there is part of me which tells that i should be back in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog when i feel that no one would listen to me. and today, yeah. that's what im feeling right now. im at home today. we don't have classes and im happy about that. actually im tired of going back to tanauan. i dont want to go to school anymore. whenever the time comes that i have to go back, i really feel sad, heavy. something like that. i dont want to leave antipolo anymore. i want to stay here for good. but that thing wont be possible unless i finish college and i have to wait another school year. i really hate the fact that i need to go back so i will be able to finish my studies. i feel like tanauan is very far away from manila. it seems like im very distant from my friends. i hate that feeling. i feel so alone and im scared of being alone. i know i have to deal with it but how long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-8358378997205658075?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8358378997205658075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=8358378997205658075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/8358378997205658075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/8358378997205658075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='HOME is where the heart is. ♥'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-32469522154258147</id><published>2009-02-27T18:01:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:13:15.807+09:00</updated><title type='text'>another fashion show</title><content type='html'>whew. its good to be back but it's not for good. i dont have time to blog here in blogspot anymore but im trying to post entries because i still have visitors. i cant update this blog that much. maybe after a big span of time, i will post entries again like what i did before. im really busy. if you want more updates, visit my multiply account but the contents are for my contacts only. feel free to add me but i dont accept invitations from strangers. i want my life to be private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is the reason why im back. fashionsense models will rule the runway again. we will have a fashion show at liberty center (THE PARK) @ mandaluyong city *again. it'll be the grand launching of batch 12 and im hoping that this time, God will give me the chance to walk on the runway. last nov 8 2008, i didn't have the chance to do my turn on the catwalk because of the unpredictable weather. anyway the show will be on may 2, 2009. gates open @ 6:00 PM. BUY TICKETS NOW! the ticket costs 200php. leave a comment if youre interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-32469522154258147?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/32469522154258147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=32469522154258147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/32469522154258147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/32469522154258147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-fashion-show.html' title='another fashion show'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-757466167250325810</id><published>2008-09-21T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:58:36.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm BEGGING all of you. xD</title><content type='html'>guys. i need help. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sell tickets for our grand launching on november 8, 2008. it only costs 200 pesos. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENUE: The park @ Liberty center, Shaw Blvd., Mandaluyong City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a fashion show. the theme: FASHION WAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of F models will walk on the runway. Seven fashion designers and hundred collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show will start @ 7:00pm. gates will be open @ 6:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE. i need your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-mail me if you're interested. i need to sell the tickets very badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-757466167250325810?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/757466167250325810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=757466167250325810&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/757466167250325810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/757466167250325810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-begging-all-of-you-xd.html' title='i&apos;m BEGGING all of you. xD'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-7874709367927081434</id><published>2008-09-19T22:40:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:12:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ADDICT</title><content type='html'>ookay. I admit it. I'm sooo addicted on playing online games right now and im saying that with an &lt;i&gt;adik-adik&lt;/i&gt; tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME CHECK: 11:57PM (almost 12am) and i'm still wide awake (but my eyes are already tired). I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, DREAMING! or shall i say, taking a rest because i have a photo shoot tomorrow for fashionsense. but what? i'm still here, sitting in front of my PC and updating my blog (while playing gaia. &lt;i&gt;siningit ang pag-blog.&lt;/i&gt; haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's nothing wrong with being ADDICTED to something as long as you know your limitations and know how to discipline yourself. but not ME, i think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to notice that i've been neglecting my projects, research and other school stuff just to play &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com" target="_blank"&gt;GAIA ONLINE&lt;/a&gt; and O2 JAM PH. Last week, we had a project on FILE ORGANIZATION (one of my subjects) due on september 9. but instead of searching the internet and doing the project, i just played gaia all day long. WTF! by the way, I failed on that subject during prelims. for goodness sake! What's happening to me?! and did i forget to mention that i'm starting to skip meals and going to bed really late?! YES I DO. and before i go to sleep, im still thinking of gaia and what should i do to earn gold so i can buy items for my avatar. OMG. now i'm not wondering why everytime i look in the mirror, i see an ugly girl with racoon eyes and a body that looks like a broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing was, i can't play gaia during weekdays / school days because we dont have a PC in tanauan, batangas (im staying there every weekdays because im studying at batangas and i can only play gaia during weekends) and I wont waste my money just to rent a PC and play gaia. I have more important things to spend my money with rather than wasting it on nonsense things. *yey! I still know my limitations! Thank God!* but i keep thinking about gaia every night and day. gee! look what GAIA has done to me. Don't dare to join gaia if you dont want to end up being called a "CERTIFIED GAIA ONLINE ADDICT" like ME. haha. *just kidding!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way I want to greet my cousin, SAM! happy 13th birthday couz! and i also joined &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com" target="_blank"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;. ADD ME! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-7874709367927081434?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7874709367927081434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=7874709367927081434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/7874709367927081434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/7874709367927081434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/addict.html' title='THE ADDICT'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-1654680794892658039</id><published>2008-09-06T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:34:55.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how sweet it is to be loved by you</title><content type='html'>I dont know how to start this but this is something that I really want to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let him know that I'm so grateful to have him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last september 3 was our 3rd monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEARTNESS, BELATED HAPPY MONTHSARY! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. THANK GOD I FOUND YOU. You're the sweetest blessing that God has given me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more. I will never ever let him go. At this moment, I can say that he's the greatest and sweetest guy that I've ever met. I can really feel that he loves me although we don't see each other that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;grabe&lt;/i&gt;. were still together despite of all the not-so-hard things that we've been through. GOING STRONG. did you guys know why im happy that we reached three months although it wasn't that long? its because some of the people surrounding us would do something to keep us apart. were far apart from each other &lt;i&gt;na nga e tapos ganun pa sila.&lt;/i&gt; Im studying in batangas and he's studying in manila but both of us live in antipolo.&lt;i&gt;Nagdodorm lang ako sa batangas tapos every weekend lang ako umuuwi ng antipolo&lt;/i&gt;. to make it short, I call it a LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP. hard right? but still I took the risk because I trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it. Why are they doing such things to stop us? I dont get it. Is it because of the fact that I'm older than him?! for goodness sake, AGE DOESN'T MATTER. right? its just a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NOTHING'S GONNA STOP US. I know we can make it through whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-1654680794892658039?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1654680794892658039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=1654680794892658039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/1654680794892658039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/1654680794892658039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-sweet-it-is-to-be-loved-by-you.html' title='how sweet it is to be loved by you'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-1508677305763079485</id><published>2008-08-20T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:35:42.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10 first kiss tips</title><content type='html'>I was blog-hopping a while ago and browsing the blog entries of my co-blogger bianca. and then I found this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10: First Kiss Tips&lt;br /&gt;By Jonathan Carlson and Janna&lt;br /&gt;Relationship Correspondent - Every other Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you finally gathered the nerve to ask her out, and she accepted the invitation -- nice. Now, don't blow it by messing up your first kiss. The first kiss is something that women place a lot of importance on and may even base how far they let the relationship progress. Their thinking is that if you can't get that right, chances are you won't be able to get the rest right either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no need to panic. Below are 10 tips to kissing her for the first time that will ensure you make it one that she'll remember, and make her look forward to things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 10&lt;br /&gt;Be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about the first kiss that just dictates that the two of you must be alone. It's a moment that you will both want to remember, and a crowd of people surrounding you will not enhance this particular memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you and your girl are at a crowded restaurant or club, or with other people, and you get the feeling that she'd like to be alone with you, ask her if she'd like to accompany you somewhere. Take her for a walk or a drive, get into your own intimate party of two, and wait for the sparks to start flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 9&lt;br /&gt;Have good breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake, don't blow your chance to kiss her because you ate ludicrous amounts of garlic at dinner and forgot to bring gum! A good way to avoid this is by thinking ahead and keeping spices and foods that tend to linger to a minimum at dinner. So, when you're ordering, hold the onions and stay away from garlic, curry, and other pungent spices, and opt for foods with lemon or mint instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always keep a pack of gum or mints in your car or in your jacket pocket, and pop some in your mouth as soon as you finish your meal or glass of beer. If you even try to kiss her with horrible breath, you can be sure that that will spell the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 8&lt;br /&gt;Pick your moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to know when the moment is right. Like if the conversation stops, your eyes meet and neither of you seems to be able to look away, that is the perfect moment to kiss her. So, you should take the opportunity to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is trying to get something out of her eye, or is talking about something that she feels really strongly about, don't kiss her and think that you are being spontaneous. She'll probably wonder what possessed you to do so at such an awkward moment. After all, bad timing is not something that you want to be remembered for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 7&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ask a woman for her permission to kiss her. Despite what you might think, women, in general, like it when their man takes charge, especially during a passionate moment. Asking for her permission will make you seem timid and unsure; not sweet and sensitive. So, be a man and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before you do so, you must be sure that she wants you to. Check her body language: if her body is facing, leaning toward, or touching yours, and she is smiling, biting her lip, or playing with her hair, chances are that she's interested in you. So, pick your moment and go for it, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 6&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment should feel like it is moving in slow motion. There is nothing that will turn a woman off faster than a guy who moves too quickly, especially if this is the very first time you are even going to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relax, take a deep breath and make the moment last. Enjoy it and appreciate every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out if it's okay to touch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5&lt;br /&gt;Touch her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go from talking across a table to planting your lips on her face; touch her. Put your hands on her hips or around her waist and gently pull her toward you. Then, run your fingers through her hair, and cup her beautiful face in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly lean in toward her and kiss her sensuously on the cheek, making your way to her lips. While you kiss her, caress her body and feel her getting goose bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eye contact is good up until this point, make sure to close your eyes while you are kissing her. There is nothing weirder to a woman than a guy who kisses with his eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she catches you with your eyes open, she may even think that you are not really enjoying the moment, and feel insecure as a result. Besides, a great kiss is much more enjoyable when you are completely immersed in it, and closing your eyes will help to block out any distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3&lt;br /&gt;Pretend she's sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing a woman during an intense lovemaking session is different than kissing her for the first time. Your approach during that first kiss should be as though she's sleeping and you don't want to frighten her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips should touch hers softly and slowly. And you should gently awaken her sensual side; not force it out of her like an alarm clock scaring her out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2&lt;br /&gt;Watch your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never shove your tongue down her throat -- she might choke. Seriously, if you do this, you will come across as an overeager adolescent who has never kissed a woman before. Keep your tongue to yourself; at least for the first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the attraction is so strong that you both feel like you want to take that next step, you can gently tease her with your tongue, but practice restraint. Doing so will only keep her hungry for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1&lt;br /&gt;Don't slobber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard women tell stories of guys who left them feeling like a very friendly St. Bernard had just finished greeting them. I think it's fair to assume that this is not a comparison you would enjoy. So, my last piece of advice is to avoid it by not slobbering all over her. Keep your saliva to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;a kiss is more than a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow these 10 tips, you will definitely give her a first kiss that she will think about all night. It might even get her mind to wander past that kiss and on to what else you can do... So, just relax and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haha. &lt;i&gt;parang ang cute kasi eh. haha. naisip ko siyang i-blog. ahem. ahem. parang may pinapatamaan ako dito ha. haha. sa tingin niyo? &lt;/i&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-1508677305763079485?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1508677305763079485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=1508677305763079485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/1508677305763079485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/1508677305763079485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/top-10-first-kiss-tips.html' title='TOP 10 first kiss tips'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-6902024807493858729</id><published>2008-08-15T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:05:57.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont want to but i think i have to.</title><content type='html'>seesh. its been months since I posted my last entry here in blogspot and I feel awful about it. I cant post entries anymore because im way too busy since june and I admit it, somtimes I get VERY lazy. I'm planning to delete this blog but I can't. I dont know why. There's something that tries to pull / stop me from deleting this blog. I mean what's the purpose of putting up a blog then suddenly if you dont feel like posting, you will plan to delete it because you think it's useless anymore. well, I guess that's just HUMAN NATURE. but I think there's no rule in cyberspace that "If you dont feel like updating your blog, just delete it". I know I can go back and update again. My PERFECTIONIST side is just taking over me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to tell the truth, Im always online. I open my friendster and multiply account almost everyday but not my blogger account. *talk about being lazy* and that's the biggest thing that I hate about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thousand blogs before in other sites. *just kidding* I didnt delete them. I'll just let them rot in cyberspace. *HAHA!* that's one thing that makes me crazy. Im leaving so many marks here in cyberspace and that's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final decision: I will not delete this blog anymore. haha. I'll try to update it. *just like what I did today ^^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-6902024807493858729?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6902024807493858729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=6902024807493858729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/6902024807493858729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/6902024807493858729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-want-to-but-i-think-i-have-to.html' title='i dont want to but i think i have to.'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-7022395568131436236</id><published>2008-03-12T11:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:09:42.246+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>I was browsing my friendster blog a while ago and decided to read my posts. It made me laugh. Its really funny to look back in all the things that you've done before. I realized that i have really changed *a lot*. I became more stronger now and much wiser now *i think. haha* and one more thing, i found out that Im not that bad in speaking in english. &lt;i&gt;Feeling ko kase, di ako ganun kagaling and baka mali yung ibang grammar ko. haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;grabe, natawa talaga ako. hindi ko ma-imagine na ganun pala ko noon. ang kulit ng iba kong post. para akong nahihibang. haha. ganun pala mga nararamdaman ko before. di ko mai-magine talaga. XD&lt;/i&gt; Its really funny to read those things that happened to you before and what you feel about them. Its nice to look at the past but the only thing that makes it nice, was the happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was really wonderful after all. After reading my posts, I realized that problems and trials do makes us stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-7022395568131436236?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7022395568131436236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=7022395568131436236&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/7022395568131436236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/7022395568131436236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-105814578878950355</id><published>2008-02-28T22:43:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:52:16.057+09:00</updated><title type='text'>im not a girl anymore but not yet a woman.</title><content type='html'>*its my 18th birthday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after seventeen years, comes the moment of reality to say farewell to childhood days and dreams but never goodbye for I will still look back to these memories which helped me to become what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to lead my life towards maturity where decisions are not made for me but by me and towards adulthood, where bigger challenges and greater ambition awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for the gift of life you bestowed upon me and for the opportunity for experiencing the wonders of your creations. Thank you for giving me my parents as your instrument in molding me according to your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my blog-viewers and co-bloggers, ill post my pictures on multiply / friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wait for it. my party will be on saturday, March 1. c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-105814578878950355?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/105814578878950355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=105814578878950355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/105814578878950355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/105814578878950355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-girl-anymore-but-not-yet-woman.html' title='im not a girl anymore but not yet a woman.'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-4637048866162066860</id><published>2008-02-05T18:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:30:54.255+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Liham ng mga magulang para sa anak</title><content type='html'>Mahal kong anak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing sinisigawan mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng 'binge!' paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa? kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kitang habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit, Dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo,kahit sandali lang. Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan,Pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay At bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Rev. Fr. Ariel F. Robles&lt;br /&gt;CWL Spiritual Director&lt;br /&gt;St. Augustine Parish&lt;br /&gt;Baliuag, Bulacan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***oh my gosh. i almost cried when i finished reading this message a while ago. My classmate Krisna forwarded this message to me in friendster. :'C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us wanted to have the perfect parents. The kind of parents who agrees with everything we said. The one who will always allow us to go out with our friends and party till dawn. The kind of parents who will not stop us from doing stupid things that we want. but try to think, our parents also wished for a perfect child. A child who will never give them heartaches or a child who will always listen to what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone knows that everything not to mention the yells and all those things that our parents always tell us was for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Mama, Papa.. sorry if im not the perfect child that you were wishing. Im sorry for all the heartaches that ive gave you before. Im sorry for not listening to you most of the times. Thanks for being patient and understanding. Thank you for loving me. I LOVE YOU MAMA AND PAPA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-4637048866162066860?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4637048866162066860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=4637048866162066860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/4637048866162066860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/4637048866162066860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/liham-ng-mga-magulang-para-sa-anak.html' title='Liham ng mga magulang para sa anak'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-382690594521925543</id><published>2008-02-03T14:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:33:41.075+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams come true</title><content type='html'>Have you ever dreamed of something that you thought would never ever happen? but eventually it happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd10/clauilicious/toink.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought being a model was just one of my hard-to-reach dreams. Who would have thought that a regular teenage girl would get the chance to be a model? It was undoubtedly one of the best things that ever happened to me. In my case, it was truly unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing my friendster when I saw my former classmate in high school in the recent updates. I saw her pic, and it was really intriguing because her pic wasn’t the usual type of pictures that people put in their friendster account. Her pic was a studio pic and she really looked pretty then I read the captions, “One of my dreams came true, Im a model now”. I browsed her friend list and I saw “Fashionsense Models”. I clicked it and the shot-out says “Do you have what it takes to be a model? Send your name, address, height, vital stats to this number ----”. Then something came into my mind, I want to try modeling too. I texted the number and send my info’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I received a text message last January 7. Its says, “Tomorrow, We have a screening for new batch of models at Brgy. Dela Paz, Marikina City. Please bring shorts and 5 inches stiletto”. OMG, I cant believe it. I quickly went home. My confidence was high enough even though I knew I’d be up against some other pretty girls who would also try their luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the screening, I woke up so early choose some good clothes and dab some make-up on my face. I had to be on the venue for the screening at 9 o clock am. When I finally got there, I saw the other models. Some of them are so pretty, have radiant white skin and a very clear skin. I felt like I want to back-out but I just boosted up my self confidence.  Later on the director called my name and then he asked me to walk in the runway. OMG, I really felt nervous that time. I committed some mistakes while walking like swaying my arms and smiling. A ramp model should have a serious face while walking. But they said that was ok because it was my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around Five o clock in the afternoon they announced the names of the girls who passed the screening. I cant believe it when they said “Sarah Manlambus”. I was like “OMG, I cant believe it” I thought I heard it wrong. It was like winning in a beauty contest. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience has made me believe that anything is possible. I never really believed that those things really happen and we just tend to think we don’t stand a chance of making them come true. And look what I was able to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to every girls out there, try your best to reach your dreams. c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-382690594521925543?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/382690594521925543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=382690594521925543&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/382690594521925543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/382690594521925543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreams-come-true.html' title='Dreams come true'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-2702970000317617442</id><published>2007-12-29T11:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:15:10.622+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008</title><content type='html'>OMG.. 2008 is coming.. will it be a lucky year for me? oh how i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm being lazy again. Lazy to post some entries here in blogger. *WHY?!* Crap! I hate it. I dont have visitors anymore. haha. Ooookay, I admit it I'm not a good blogger who updates her blog so often. I want to update but I don't have time. I've been busy this semester and I dont have my own pc anymore. Remember, I'm studying at Batangas right now and my pc is at home.. at Antipolo. and sad to say &lt;em&gt;sira na naman siya.&lt;/em&gt; *waah! ;c*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Happy new year guyz and belated Merry Christmas.. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-2702970000317617442?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2702970000317617442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=2702970000317617442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/2702970000317617442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/2702970000317617442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-5353390361909024289</id><published>2007-11-09T15:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:39:05.972+09:00</updated><title type='text'>start of something new</title><content type='html'>well, its been a while since i posted my last entry here at blogger. well, it's just that I'm getting lazy to post again.. &lt;i&gt;lagi naman eh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, the first semster already ended and a new semster has started and I'm happy about that. wanna know why? because i transfered to a new school. where? in F.A.I.T.H which stands for First Asia Institute of Technology and Humanities in Tanauan, Batangas. &lt;i&gt;Layo noh?&lt;/i&gt;. I live in antipolo, Rizal and my school is in Tanauan, Batangas.. harhar.. 2 hours &lt;i&gt;yung byahe&lt;/i&gt;. yeah!. and the reason why? My dad works in FAITH as a professor, so i have discount and *winks* I have granted a scholarship. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to make new adjustments, not to mention I have to make new friends and get to know the professors. &lt;i&gt;Pero ang layo kaya ng&lt;/i&gt; school &lt;i&gt;ko. Kaya magdodorm ako..&lt;/i&gt; Our classes will start at November 13 &lt;i&gt;pa&lt;/i&gt;. whew.. I'm excited at the same time nervous.. *sigh* wish me luck guyz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-5353390361909024289?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5353390361909024289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=5353390361909024289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/5353390361909024289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/5353390361909024289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/start-of-something-new.html' title='start of something new'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-4817014572660424830</id><published>2007-09-24T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:59:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Covergirl</title><content type='html'>Everyone has to admit that somewhere in the deepest part of their heart, they want to be known for something grand. As for me, I want to be a cover girl of a magazine. I think every girl who has bought a magazine has dreamed of what it would be like to have her face on the cover, selling thousands of copies through the power of her smile. But –sigh!- one look at the mirror and I'm convinced that I'll never make it on that cover or even just inside the magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I'm not pretty as those girls who make it in the cover of a magazine and besides I have big scars on my knees because I'm clumsy and one of the requirements of being a model is to have a clear skin. But that detrimental fact won’t stop me from dreaming, As a matter of  fact I made something which can satisfy (somehow) my urge to be a cover girl of a magazine. Here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd10/clauilicious/covergirl.jpg width=300 height=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! See! I may not necessarily be a cover girl material but I can pretend that I’m a cover girl. Heehee! And why bother to bewail if there are ways to be perfect as those PRETTY girls who make it in the cover a magazine! So I’ll just keep on dreaming until the day my dream comes true &amp;Uuml;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-4817014572660424830?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4817014572660424830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=4817014572660424830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/4817014572660424830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/4817014572660424830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/covergirl.html' title='The Covergirl'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-2406575909597959335</id><published>2007-09-18T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:11:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things that people don't know about me</title><content type='html'>Oookay.. So I'm going to spill some secrets about me (am I serious?!). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was a kid, Instead of playing Barbie dolls, &lt;i&gt;lutu-lutuan&lt;/i&gt; or other stuffs that little girls play, I played &lt;i&gt;jolens, teks&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;pogs&lt;/i&gt;. Can you believe it? I’m boyish when I was a kid. I admit that sometimes I do play those things that little girls play but I play those boyish games more often.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a mentally retarded person (what?!) *just kidding!*. haha. I’m sure that you’re gonna agree with me once you got to know me or if you hang-out with me often. *ask my friends*. &amp;Uuml;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a non-stop talking machine. I talk almost about everything even if it doesn’t have any sense.&lt;br /&gt;4. I really hate frogs and toads. Eeewww! Because the frog’s skin is so slimy and it looks wet while the toad’s skin have bumps and warts. Eeewww! I just really don’t like those creatures. I would die if someone would dare me to touch them!&lt;br /&gt;5. I’m a sucker for love&lt;br /&gt;6. I’m good at hiding my feelings&lt;br /&gt;7. I’m a myrmidon of God. Although it's not obvious. &amp;Uuml;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate Math.&lt;br /&gt;9. I talk to cats and dogs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;10. I eat street foods like &lt;i&gt;calamares, kwek-kwek&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;isaw&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, a little dose of nonsense things about me. heehee. Wait I'm not done yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was about to eat breakfast, I have noticed that the ketchup and the rice on my plate was heart shaped. take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd10/clauilicious/blog%20pics/pagkain.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing! isn't it? haha. I didn't do that on purpose. SWEAR! I was surprised when I looked at it. Hmmm.. what does it mean? &amp;Uuml;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-2406575909597959335?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2406575909597959335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=2406575909597959335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/2406575909597959335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/2406575909597959335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-things-that-people-dont-know.html' title='Random things that people don&apos;t know about me'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd10/clauilicious/blog%20pics/th_pagkain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-3289999565557835301</id><published>2007-09-16T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:58:02.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CITE day</title><content type='html'>sorry for the late post.. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last September 11, 2007 was our CITE day. Yipee!. Supposedly, we don't have classes on that day because our college will held a program for us, CITE students but before that day our Professor in physics told us that were going to have classes! geez! &lt;i&gt;KJ talaga!&lt;/i&gt; and I hate it! wanna know why? because our physics class starts on 7:30 AM and that means I need to wake up early. &lt;i&gt;katamad. Tapos ang pangit pa nung college shirt namen. (anong konek?)&lt;/i&gt; :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yun,&lt;/i&gt; I have no choice. On that day, &lt;i&gt;nung nasa room na kami,&lt;/i&gt; our professor announced that were not going to have classes and he's only checking our attendance! WTF! &lt;i&gt;sayang ung&lt;/i&gt; effort &lt;i&gt;ng pagpunta namin ng maaga sa&lt;/i&gt; school. seesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that my girlfriends and I went to Trinoma*. We did nothing but to explore the mall, burn our cash and take pictures. We were like crazy prancing around the mall. haha. &lt;i&gt;Napagod ako kakalakad.&lt;/i&gt; We stayed there for almost 4 hours, walking and window shopping. &lt;i&gt;Sino ba naman ang hindi mapapagod diba?&lt;/i&gt; after that, we decided to go to SM North Edsa but unfortunately, it's raining so we decided to go back in cubao and go to gateway instead because it's the nearest mall from our school (talk about mall hopping.. haha) I spent the whole day going to malls. What the heck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 5:00 pm when we went back to school. but I just stayed there for 30 mins. &lt;i&gt;pinanood ko lang yung&lt;/i&gt; band after that I went to Robinsons Metro East because I'm going to meet up with Bernard. &lt;i&gt;nagpa-burn kase siya ng cd saken. (kailangan talaga sa mall pa ibibigay ung cd?) haay, ka-chorvahan talaga.&lt;/i&gt; haha. Again, &lt;i&gt;nilibot lang din naming dalawa ung&lt;/i&gt; mall &lt;i&gt;tapos kumain kami.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that long, tiring day, I went home. When I took a glimpse of me at the mirror, I look super WASTED &lt;i&gt;na. Mukha akong manananggal.&lt;/i&gt; as in. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, I'm such a waste! because of the nonesense things that I've done that day.. haha.. but who cares?! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-3289999565557835301?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3289999565557835301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=3289999565557835301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/3289999565557835301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/3289999565557835301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/cite-day.html' title='CITE day'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-2694881833763458540</id><published>2007-09-13T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:28:16.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Highschool</title><content type='html'>I remember my good old days when I was in high school. Being in College was so different. Way back in high school, I had all my classes in one classroom, ate recess at the canteen, and studied for a quiz only after my teacher had discussed the topic. Our classes starts at 12:20 PM, that’s why we don’t need to wake up early and yes, we can go to school without doing our homework because we can do it in school before our classes starts. I miss all the things that I used to do in high school especially when I was a senior student. I can say that all of the good and best memories in highschool happened when I was in Fourth year and I didn’t expect that. &lt;i&gt;Umiiyak pa nga ako nung&lt;/i&gt; First day of classes because my best friends was enrolled in another section and I was left alone. I was intimidated. For me it’s unusual to be alone. I don’t have someone to talk with or go to the canteen with although some of them was my classmates when I was in Third year. Duh! &lt;i&gt;Hindi ko kase sila ka-close&lt;/i&gt; but hey, that’s life and I cant always stay with my best friends forever, so I just need to accept the detrimental truth. So time passed by and I get used to my classmates and &lt;i&gt;yun naging ka-close ko din sila.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember all of the crazy stuff that we used to do like rushing to the library after we arrive to finish our homework especially in Drafting. We are such an irresponsible students but that’s one of the things that we usually do. Even students in other schools do that. Yeah, Going to school without having our homework done. What a nice thing to do. Harhar. &lt;i&gt;Nagkokopayahan pa nga kami&lt;/i&gt;  when we have quizzes or seatwork but I think that’s a part of being a student. Haha. But the most terrible thing that we did was the “leakage” thing during our finals exam. I don’t know if my classmates could forgive me for spilling this. Haha. We did that through text, passing the answers to everyone. It’s possible for us to do that because most of us have cellphones. But when we got the results, geez! Even if we didn’t cheat, we would still get the same results so the leakage was useless to some of us but I can say that some of our classmates passed the examination because of the leakage. Really terrible right?! Haha. &lt;i&gt;Ganun kami ka-close lahat. Nakikisakay bawat isa sa lahat ng trip&lt;/i&gt;. We were so very united that no one can ever divide all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go back in high school if I could. I want to be with my high school &lt;i&gt;barkada.&lt;/i&gt; I miss our bonding session. I miss our &lt;i&gt;“tambayan”&lt;/i&gt; at the college building, playing hide and seek after our classes. Going to the malls right after our examination or just stay at school then go to our &lt;i&gt;tambayan&lt;/i&gt; to play truth or dare. I miss all the stupid but enjoyable things that we use to do. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school already seems so far away but all of our good memories will stay in my heart forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-2694881833763458540?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2694881833763458540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=2694881833763458540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/2694881833763458540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/2694881833763458540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/missing-highschool.html' title='Missing Highschool'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-1221524744336602367</id><published>2007-09-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:21:31.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an ugly duckling</title><content type='html'>I remember when I chanced upon our old photo album -- the ones that had my childhood pictures in them and in it I found something so distrubing. I closed it and instinctly shoved it back in the farthest corner of the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flap was what had to be the worst picture of me. Bad hair, goofy smile, bad outfit -- it had to be some camera fluke. I SO did not look like that. In an attmept to redeem myself, I browsed through the pages of my photo album from grade school and there they were: Dark complexion, bad smile, Coarse and wavy hair. It was an epiphany that threatened to change my life: sad to say but, I was not a very good looking Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the mysteries of my childhood were puzzles no more. Why would boys always play touchball with me but never apologize if they hit me too hard with the ball or treat me after the game like they did for my long-haired and pretty classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I only had the best memories of my childhood. I was active in a lot of clubs, played a lot of sports and was recognized for my talents. But upon seeing my childhood photos, I suddenly felt abashed even cheated. I wonder if my pretty classmates would talk and laugh about how i look. I wonder if the boys I played with ever laughed at me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was in junior highschool, I looked at the mirror and said "I think it's time for a change". I decided not to be the girl everyone would forget as soon as they step out of highschool and prove that I can be somehow, one of the "It" girls on campus. It was then that I discovered "I can be pretty" somehow and all I need is a little improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by and little by little, I finally outgrown that akward, boyish girl with a bad look. I realized that I'm not an ugly duckling that turned into a swan but a girl who realized that she's beautiful after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I don't shy away from cameras anymore -- In fact, I want to take pictures of myself as many as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-1221524744336602367?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1221524744336602367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=1221524744336602367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/1221524744336602367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/1221524744336602367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/confessions-of-ugly-duckling_04.html' title='Confessions of an ugly duckling'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-1496247049384169438</id><published>2007-06-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:40:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whew ♥</title><content type='html'>hey guyz.. after ten years, i already finished fixing my lay-out.. but as you can see, its not totally fixed &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;.. i still dont have a tagboard and some other stuffs.. geez! anyway i'll be posting some long entries soon.. hahaha.. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-1496247049384169438?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1496247049384169438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=1496247049384169438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/1496247049384169438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/1496247049384169438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/whew.html' title='whew ♥'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749500370838274067.post-8557096501192845989</id><published>2007-06-06T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:59:36.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog..</title><content type='html'>hey guys.. err well! here I am again starting to put up a new blog. i was tired of my old url &lt;em&gt;na kasi &lt;/em&gt;that's why I decided to make a new one.. I miss blogging soooooo much! although I'm posting entries on my friendster blog, still, I'm not satisfied! I like to blog here in blogger because it's much better and my lay-out here is personalized unlike on friendster. &lt;em&gt;Hindi ko pa kasi alam ang pasikot-sikot ng &lt;/em&gt;blog layout &lt;em&gt;sa &lt;/em&gt;friendster. As you can see, this blog doesnt have a lay-out because I'm still working on it but dont fret. After how many days, I'll be done doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749500370838274067-8557096501192845989?l=clauilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8557096501192845989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749500370838274067&amp;postID=8557096501192845989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/8557096501192845989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749500370838274067/posts/default/8557096501192845989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clauilicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-blog.html' title='New blog..'/><author><name>Claui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11802080433083780424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuTcpGKXGpw/SMSAX3bYabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dMUEeJC9YZo/S220/claud001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
