<?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-2700739480028703734</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:53:12.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bit more</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>notesofclaudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884039678032749670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lfyya68wzRU/SSv3YTamdnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n-91H-Nfr7Y/S220/Claudia%27s+pics+070.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700739480028703734.post-1349416930963817276</id><published>2008-12-03T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:31:06.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still counting...</title><content type='html'>Sigh...its been like FOREVER that the whole darn packing is taking.&lt;br /&gt;And not only that, I'm not allowed to step out of the house till its over!&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? Why should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of us be stuck at a nearly half empty house till those movers empty the whole place when we got only this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wee&lt;/span&gt; bit of time to hang out with people i'll probably wont see again till im 60?!?! Well... so to speak...Grr...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...oh well guess i cant exactly complain. The move is for us to start a new life anyway. But i just wish i could spend some time with my buddies especially my ever loving crazy buddies-for-life sarah! lol!&lt;br /&gt;Oh...i cant really help but think that...is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; wrong to like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;do things which im not exactly comfortable with...like....let's just say...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shisha, &lt;/span&gt;if that's how you spell it, because its just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Im not saying anything here but just because i never exactly accepted the invitation to do certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things &lt;/span&gt;does it mean and only mean im tryin to live up with the 'goody-goody' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;impression, or let's say, afraid of what my best friend will think about me? perhaps? i dont know...just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so anyway, back to where i was...when the whole darn packing is over i'm heading straight to sarah's house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700739480028703734-1349416930963817276?l=notesofclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1349416930963817276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2700739480028703734&amp;postID=1349416930963817276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default/1349416930963817276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default/1349416930963817276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-counting.html' title='Still counting...'/><author><name>notesofclaudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884039678032749670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lfyya68wzRU/SSv3YTamdnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n-91H-Nfr7Y/S220/Claudia%27s+pics+070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700739480028703734.post-518169805434546536</id><published>2008-11-15T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:50:07.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>Ok&lt;br /&gt;So this is it&lt;br /&gt;The time that I am surely, not mistaken, no doubts, any of it,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving everything I've built&lt;br /&gt;Friendships, with amazing friends that I never want to part with&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing I will be able to restore that part of my life&lt;br /&gt;After being broken too many a time in my years in elementary&lt;br /&gt;By 'friends' who claimed to be true&lt;br /&gt;But all they ever did was hurt and kill every spirit I had in me&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into high school I looked too scared to see&lt;br /&gt;If history will repeat and bring me down to its feet&lt;br /&gt;Instead it breathed new life into me&lt;br /&gt;Despite having one or two pain but not so deep&lt;br /&gt;I found amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;That loved me for me&lt;br /&gt;And never asked for more than I can give&lt;br /&gt;I love them with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;And nothing whatsoever, will ever change that part&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my other family&lt;br /&gt;Cousins who kept me strong, who loved me&lt;br /&gt;Even in difficult and emotionally hard times&lt;br /&gt;All the times we shared will always make me smile&lt;br /&gt;The fire in our relationship will never die&lt;br /&gt;Even when apart&lt;br /&gt;But still knowing I am a far or so going to be a far&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving every experience I had here&lt;br /&gt;All the hang outs, rallies, camps and outings&lt;br /&gt;With so many different people, with so many close friends&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the school that I really actually grew with&lt;br /&gt;The high school that started to build everything&lt;br /&gt;The only school that made me happy to be a part of it&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the church I've been since a baby&lt;br /&gt;Where I first realized of my passion in singing&lt;br /&gt;Where I found all sense of peace within&lt;br /&gt;All the times I had in sunday school&lt;br /&gt;Though boring&lt;br /&gt;I loved it&lt;br /&gt;All the times I had in camps and rallies&lt;br /&gt;Though short&lt;br /&gt;I treasured it, loved it&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all sense of security around me&lt;br /&gt;The home that I've grew up in&lt;br /&gt;That kept me, protected me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the only person who made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Having butterflies in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;Who broke down the walls that I built&lt;br /&gt;The person, the friend who makes me feel so deep&lt;br /&gt;Who I've known since we were kids&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know if that person knows it&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving everything behind&lt;br /&gt;As I start a new life&lt;br /&gt;In a new place, a different country&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is new, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Moving to a new school&lt;br /&gt;A new house&lt;br /&gt;A new church&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;Exciting, and scary&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving everyone I love&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;And not come back for long&lt;br /&gt;Tears are brimming&lt;br /&gt;As I think back to everything&lt;br /&gt;Even as it aches, I know&lt;br /&gt;Then when I leave&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to feel thankful about&lt;br /&gt;A lot to reminisce about&lt;br /&gt;A lot to smile about&lt;br /&gt;A lot to laugh about&lt;br /&gt;Even when I leave&lt;br /&gt;I can still wait as time fades&lt;br /&gt;For the moment when I will come home again&lt;br /&gt;And see everyone I've connected with again&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;Throws away every pain that creeps in&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me only to feel&lt;br /&gt;Excited to what's in store&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to see what I want to see?&lt;br /&gt;Achieve what I've always dreamed?&lt;br /&gt;Be what I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, no clue to what will be&lt;br /&gt;But I will rest it in fate&lt;br /&gt;And take it as it comes&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Its life that I'm living&lt;br /&gt;Its memories that I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving hurts&lt;br /&gt;But it is also beautiful&lt;br /&gt;For it opens doors for you&lt;br /&gt;To experience and venture something new&lt;br /&gt;To find a better you&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the old as I start with the new&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the old which have been and will always be gold&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the sparkle that will stay&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;Strong as ever as I leave&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful part of my life&lt;br /&gt;Behind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700739480028703734-518169805434546536?l=notesofclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/518169805434546536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2700739480028703734&amp;postID=518169805434546536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default/518169805434546536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default/518169805434546536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>notesofclaudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884039678032749670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lfyya68wzRU/SSv3YTamdnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n-91H-Nfr7Y/S220/Claudia%27s+pics+070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700739480028703734.post-6072154996743241389</id><published>2008-08-31T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:39:34.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whirl of thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ok...im FINALLY updating my blog. So my friends are able to save their breaths now :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah lately Im feeling a little off-sided. Dont know why exactly. All my teenage life, I've build this wall on certain things. And I've made up my mind to not fall on this certain hole. This hole that drowns everybody in. Some finds it fascinating, some finds it shocking, some even embrace it. But very rare wouldn't like to be in it. Guess Im one of them. This all sounds really emo i know. Lol. But im really Very confused. Why is something you've been avoiding for long creeps in so bloody fast that you'll only realize it when it stuns you?&lt;br /&gt;I got this best guy fren. The best ever. Dont think he knows that. But he means a lot. I can still remember us fighting for two years and when i think of it, it makes me laugh. He can be a real idiot. And I mean &lt;em&gt;literally.&lt;/em&gt; But I gues I'm gonna miss him most when I leave. But one thing that annoys me the most about him, is that when i mention a guy i met who's hot and with the package. Or even that im close to a guy. He thinks Im married. Stupid git&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700739480028703734-6072154996743241389?l=notesofclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6072154996743241389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2700739480028703734&amp;postID=6072154996743241389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default/6072154996743241389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default/6072154996743241389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/08/whirl-of-thoughts.html' title='A Whirl of thoughts'/><author><name>notesofclaudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884039678032749670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lfyya68wzRU/SSv3YTamdnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n-91H-Nfr7Y/S220/Claudia%27s+pics+070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700739480028703734.post-8304569103942730960</id><published>2008-06-16T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:52:07.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...this is my first time blogging...unfortunately got nothin much to say right now. Im being forced outta the pc from 3 bratty sisters at the moment. when i do come back, i'll have somethin much more intersetin to write. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700739480028703734-8304569103942730960?l=notesofclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8304569103942730960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2700739480028703734&amp;postID=8304569103942730960' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default/8304569103942730960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700739480028703734/posts/default/8304569103942730960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>notesofclaudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884039678032749670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lfyya68wzRU/SSv3YTamdnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/n-91H-Nfr7Y/S220/Claudia%27s+pics+070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
