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Mom took me there last Tuesday. Only me and mom. Cliff stayed at grandma's home with our cousin, Melody. He had a great time too over there. We met Auntie Dilla and Fatih, her son, at Kidzania. I am thankful for having a new accompany to play together. It's not fun to play every thing by myself! It's a very kind of Auntie Dilla, who willing to accompany us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kidzania, kids have to work to get kidzos and kids can spend kidzos to buy food and drink (by working at the factory so we can learn the making process). There are around 70 occupations we can choose to try and all the equipments are almost real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL_HkNSg9tI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/UWjIMQx-bkc/s1600-h/kidzania+lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL_HkNSg9tI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/UWjIMQx-bkc/s400/kidzania+lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242127916139083474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fatih, worked at building construction, became a pilot and ride a flight simulator, worked at factories (chocolate and noodle for Fatih, Aqua mineral water and biscuit for me), worked on gas underground station, and many more! We got paid by kidzos, approximately 10 kidzos every time we work, but we need to pay 10 kidzos if we worked at factories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-xpJG03TI/AAAAAAAAB-A/GV9qeCm5QG0/s1600-h/telecom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-xpJG03TI/AAAAAAAAB-A/GV9qeCm5QG0/s400/telecom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242103811659849010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Telecommunication Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-xpHU5OKI/AAAAAAAAB-I/2rvAOg3YG50/s1600-h/nursery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-xpHU5OKI/AAAAAAAAB-I/2rvAOg3YG50/s400/nursery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242103811181983906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nursery. I didn't try this of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-xpc7CR5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/EKw1kXazcYE/s1600-h/noodlefactory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-xpc7CR5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/EKw1kXazcYE/s400/noodlefactory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242103816979105682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noodle Factory - Fatih's favorite factory... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u3l2FbLI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/R7HEjayFHN8/s1600-h/f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u3l2FbLI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/R7HEjayFHN8/s400/f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242100761357544626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;F1 race! Our favorite one... we have to pay 10 kidzos to be a racer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u344ANvI/AAAAAAAAB9g/PrySd4OQNyM/s1600-h/fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u344ANvI/AAAAAAAAB9g/PrySd4OQNyM/s400/fashion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242100766465865458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fashion Show Counter.... for girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u4HyER4I/AAAAAAAAB9o/18OmTavYNjA/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u4HyER4I/AAAAAAAAB9o/18OmTavYNjA/s400/fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242100770467497858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fire!! Fire!! We rode fire truck and shoot a fired building with water as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u4W1eOAI/AAAAAAAAB9w/DhLJHs9-5S0/s1600-h/gas+station2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u4W1eOAI/AAAAAAAAB9w/DhLJHs9-5S0/s400/gas+station2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242100774508312578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can ride a car and fill up the tank, or become a gas station staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u4oAFdqI/AAAAAAAAB94/j-z2zuz8FLo/s1600-h/surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL-u4oAFdqI/AAAAAAAAB94/j-z2zuz8FLo/s400/surgery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242100779116230306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery Room... I still didn't dare to enter this! So bloody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are still many occupations that I haven't tried... I didn't want to work at Tv station (as a presenter, cameramen, operator, program designer or make up artist), I refused to work at police station (as police officer or secom), I said no when mom told me to work at hospital as a doctor, dentist, surgery doctor, etc... may be later when I am older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't visit this place, you gotta go here! You'll have fun, I guarantee you. You can see more pictures &lt;a href="http://www.ruangsudut.info/2008/09/me-and-my-clay.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Map - click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/wantf4/clip/map2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/wantf4/clip/map2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/wantf4/clip/map1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/wantf4/clip/map1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3847762603343641654-7690042937299208055?l=claycliff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~4/m4IaR1uvbB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~3/m4IaR1uvbB4/my-second-trip-to-kidzania.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Trinity)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SL_HkNSg9tI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/UWjIMQx-bkc/s72-c/kidzania+lr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://claycliff.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-second-trip-to-kidzania.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847762603343641654.post-585610330369153047</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T09:22:57.098+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holidays activites for kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clay</category><title>Trip to Kidzania</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SLddOCA_O3I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/SaGybt_wSzI/s1600-h/kidzania-simulasi-pesawat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SLddOCA_O3I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/SaGybt_wSzI/s320/kidzania-simulasi-pesawat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239759187109428082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today my teacher asked me to make a speech about my trip to &lt;a href="http://www.kidzania.co.id/ver2/index.php?artid=70&amp;amp;catid=30&amp;amp;mnid=113"&gt;Kidzania&lt;/a&gt;. I feel rather upset to do it because I didn't play much over there last time. I had been waiting for months to be able to visit Kidzania and I was so happy when my school arranged the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidzania is the place where kids can try so many occupations just like adults. We can be a policeman, a fire fighter, a car racer, a pilot, a banker, an architect, an archaeologist, work at hospital as a doctor or nurse, at chocolate factory, and many many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SLddOde9dDI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/sJkHwZeuWD0/s1600-h/kidzania-spbu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SLddOde9dDI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/sJkHwZeuWD0/s320/kidzania-spbu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239759194482897970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I played with my classmates, unfortunately they didn't share the same 'mission' with me. I really want to play as policeman, &lt;a href="http://www.kidzania.co.id/ver2/index.php?catid=31&amp;amp;artid=79&amp;amp;mnid=128&amp;amp;menu=129"&gt;fire fighter&lt;/a&gt; and pilot, but my friends didn't support me. As a result, we only played 2 games as an &lt;a href="http://www.kidzania.co.id/ver2/index.php?catid=31&amp;amp;artid=90&amp;amp;mnid=128&amp;amp;menu=141"&gt;archaeologist &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.kidzania.co.id/ver2/index.php?catid=31&amp;amp;artid=88&amp;amp;mnid=128&amp;amp;menu=138#"&gt;a house painter&lt;/a&gt; among so many choices. At first I still felt excited, but after I heard my other friends told their experiences in trying more than 5 and even countless games in there, I felt so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents felt so sorry for what has happened. They plan to take me again over there and help me play any games I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847762603343641654-585610330369153047?l=claycliff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~4/rO-Kmjmzrx8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~3/rO-Kmjmzrx8/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Trinity)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://claycliff.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847762603343641654.post-5361712818308654326</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-04T09:09:08.541+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clifford</category><title>Miss you, brother...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://s174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/wantf4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gloomy-rlr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 490px;" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/wantf4/gloomy-rlr.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last May 16-17th 2008, my big brother Clay was away from home for camping. I was so sad to leave him alone at that place (Kinderdorf), my big brother must be very lonely without mom, dad and me! I have begged my mom not to leave him, afraid of missing him, I cried out loud asking my mom to take him back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom promised to take me again to the place the next day, to pick my brother up and take him home. Mom even brought me to see my brother in the yard. He was having an opening ceremony with his friends. Mom wanted to make me sure that he would have a great time with his friends. Mom and I went home after I was sure enough that my brother would be ok if I left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for this day to see my brother again. Mom took me to my cousin's house, Melody, before we went to pick up my brother. Melody nicely gave me a warm comfort, to cheer me up. She loves my big brother as well, so I am sure she did understand how I felt that day. As you can see her face in &lt;a href="http://ruangsudut.info/"&gt;this picture&lt;/a&gt;, her face was as gloomy as mine! *mommy laughed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847762603343641654-5361712818308654326?l=claycliff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~4/4ioUIWrKt6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~3/4ioUIWrKt6w/miss-you-brother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Trinity)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://claycliff.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-you-brother.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847762603343641654.post-1824560370612506469</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-29T21:40:00.292+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cute Conversations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clifford</category><title>Cute Conversations 2</title><description>Remember Cliff habits before he sleeps? Here's the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff : Mom...what is this? (pointing to my hair).&lt;br /&gt;Me    : *smile*&lt;br /&gt;Cliff    : is that hair mom?&lt;br /&gt;Me    : *grin* ( I know what he wants.. he always caresses his legs to my hair before he sleeps!)&lt;br /&gt;Cliff    : Mom? Hair Mom? *smiling...*&lt;br /&gt;Me    : Hm... what?&lt;br /&gt;Cliff    : Is that hair Mom? *grin* Mom... may I?&lt;br /&gt;Me    : *hold my laugh* what Cliff... you want to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Cliff    : Kaki mom... (feet mom)... boweh? (may I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9fTS8UXI/AAAAAAAABh0/S_p4puxgqt4/s1600-h/favorite+ritual1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9fTS8UXI/AAAAAAAABh0/S_p4puxgqt4/s400/favorite+ritual1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184907047719424370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847762603343641654-1824560370612506469?l=claycliff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~4/fujGLIBzpBU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~3/fujGLIBzpBU/golden-moment-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Trinity)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/RnT8rS4inpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9KNS4H5-6-Y/s72-c/amongbigguyslow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://claycliff.blogspot.com/2008/05/golden-moment-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847762603343641654.post-8938792797815937336</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-07T09:13:15.891+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clifford</category><title>Just before we sleep...</title><description>&lt;object height="20" width="400"&gt;I am testing the audio file, I hope you can hear it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to hear my conversation with Cliff before we say good night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="20" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://lifelogger.com/common/flash/flvplayer/flvplayer_basic.swf?file=http://claycliff.lifelogger.com/media/audio0/719194_nuimmefsnk_conv.flv&amp;amp;autoStart=false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lifelogger.com/common/flash/flvplayer/flvplayer_basic.swf?file=http://claycliff.lifelogger.com/media/audio0/719194_nuimmefsnk_conv.flv&amp;amp;autoStart=false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="20" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff *muttering* *talk to himself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada thunder… ada apa yah… ada butterfly… muter muter… ada papa pilih… apa yah…hiiiiy… ada black black nya… si bapa … bapa satpam ada black black… kotor mukanya..cuci muka ..cuci muka ya ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(he said, the security (Mr. Satpam)'s hands are dirty and black, so he has to wash his face.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bapa satpam cuci muka..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa? (why?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kotor kakinya &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(his feet is dirty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada apanya? (what's wrong?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada ininya… bapa satpam ada ininya… kotor &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(there is something... dirty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakinya kotor? Cuci muka, mukanya atau kakinya yang kotor? (His feet are dirty? He washes his face, is it his face or his feet which is dirty?) *confuse mom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iya..ada black blacknya.. ada uu (chicken).. ya mah? Bapa satpam tangannya kotor bekas uu (chicken). &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(iya, it's black... there is chicken ya Ma? Mr. Security's hands are dirty because he touched chicken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirain mama bekas ujan es (Oh I thought it was because the ice rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiranya Bapa satpam pake payung kiranya…&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; (I thought Mr. Security hold an umbrella I thought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pake payung? (umbrella?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he eh.. pake jaket..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(he eh..and Jacket too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujan esnya gede, esnya kecil? (the ice rain is heavy or not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es nya gede…ujannya hari ini di sini, bapa satpamnya kaget &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(heavy... the rain today is here, Mr. Security got surprised)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapa satpamnya kaget? Dede kaget gak? (Mr. Security surprised? Are you surprised?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaget.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(surprised)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa? (What happen?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada thunder berisik &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(There was a loud thunder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi esnya ada dimana? (Where's the ice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada di luar &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(outside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tadi panda liat..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; (Panda *his doll* saw it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Siapa liat?(Who saw it?) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panda…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Panda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panda gak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panda gak liat… &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(no..Panda didn't see it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nah…nah… panda tidak liat… panda tidak liat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dede liat papa bersihin es gak? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lihat.&lt;/span&gt;.(Did you see daddy clean up the ice? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;dimana? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nggak tau..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dede nggak tahu… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Where?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I don't know&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esnya dingin gak? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dingin… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Is the ice cold? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cold&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dede pegang gak? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pegang… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Did you touch it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Touch&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gak tau ada ujan es..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; ( I don't know there was an ice rain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mom is getting more confused*&lt;br /&gt; Ya udah sekarang bobo ya?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he eh *coughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okie, now get to sleep ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi batuk? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama… dede mau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You are coughing?) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mama I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good night dede.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mama..mama…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff good night&lt;br /&gt;good night...&lt;br /&gt;… ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mama dede...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847762603343641654-8938792797815937336?l=claycliff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I knew it already that it was April 18th... (my mom often forgets about date!) However, I admit that I wasn't ready for the concert, especially for competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me to rehearse, but it was not as fluent as I expected! *getting frustation* I made lots of mistakes because I haven't practise the song seriously this week. I already mastered the song for several weeks and I was disappointed that I could forget it because I didn't practise it more than a week! It made me want to change a song into the easier one but it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During last minute rehearsal, I bow my head over the piano several times and bang my feet on it as well... mom said I made a duck lips expression as well... aaarrgh it was so frustrating! I skipped the rehearsal and took a shower... and did my KUMON homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me that grandma, dad and auntie would come and watched my concert! It put a smile on my face so I could practise the song again in better mood. I did it quite well! Mom was busy preparing the camera and handycam, and getting Cliff ready as well... We left the house with optimism that I could do well enough at the concert. Mom told me to pray as we have to depend on God in everything we do. I prayed... twice... and I knew God heard my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the restaurant, WHOOAAA!! So many people over there! The restaurant was crowded with people... and I heard my name was called to play... my dad and auntie couldn't manage to come at that time, my mom tried to ask my piano tutor to skip me so we could wait until my dad and auntie arrived and heard my play. He didn't grant my mom's wish! I had to play directly that my mom even haven't got ready with her handycam... oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SAlH0jmUS1I/AAAAAAAABnM/1qamJ-NVjqc/s1600-h/piano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SAlH0jmUS1I/AAAAAAAABnM/1qamJ-NVjqc/s400/piano1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190759013755931474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But hey!! I played the song smoothly! Thanks God! I played it well, without any mistake! Yay!! Mom hugged me and told me that I did well. Grandma said that too!  Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great dinner with Dad, Aunt, Grandma, Cliff and Mom. I drooled seeing a boy who could play drum. So cool! I wanna learn drum too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SAlH0zmUS2I/AAAAAAAABnU/YoyuhxTROM4/s1600-h/second+place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SAlH0zmUS2I/AAAAAAAABnU/YoyuhxTROM4/s400/second+place.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190759018050898786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beated so fast when the winner was announced... I wasn't got the third place again.. hm... the second place... Krishudson Clement Teja! Yay!!! I did it! I did it!!! iHappy iHappy auntie Angeles! My family was happy and proud of me. We thank God together at night when we knelt down to pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847762603343641654-5451803922758769274?l=claycliff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~4/QLsWTahHR4M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ChildrensDiary/~3/QLsWTahHR4M/lutung-went-to-jungle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Trinity)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/SAX7rTmUSsI/AAAAAAAABmE/7d02Bb513Q0/s72-c/img061.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://claycliff.blogspot.com/2008/04/lutung-went-to-jungle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847762603343641654.post-6778301441709907758</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-11T21:02:54.762+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education fun</category><title>Bedtime Story</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_8bYX-iyWI/AAAAAAAABkc/NxDVSzfgUQA/s1600-h/silutung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_8bYX-iyWI/AAAAAAAABkc/NxDVSzfgUQA/s320/silutung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187895401321253218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cliff: Mama, please tell a story about patung..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Patung? Lutung you mean..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cliff: Yeah, lutung... ceritain...(tell me the story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutung is the old story my mom used to tell me when I was a kid... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Version no.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little black monkey called Lutung, he lives with his mom and dad. Every morning, dad goes out to work. One day, mommy Lutung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cliff: Is mommy Lutung a monkey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes Cliff it's a monkey. Lutung has a mommy and daddy too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, mommy Lutung said to him, "Lutung, mommy will go to the market..." What can we buy in the market Cliff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cliff: Sayun... (means sayur = veggie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, "Mommy will go to the market to buy some veggies."&lt;br /&gt;Lutung said,"I want to go with you!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, Lutung, you have to take a nap, stay at home ok baby?" told mommy Lutung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cliff: Why Lutung can't go with mommy? Takut hujan? (worry about raining?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Cliff... it will be difficult if it is raining. Besides, Lutung has to take a nap to stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Lutung said to his mommy,"Ok, mommy... "&lt;br /&gt;"Lutung, take a nap and don't play around ok? Don't go outside the house... remember..."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah mommy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Lutung went to the market, but Lutung was a naughty boy... he didn't take a nap!&lt;br /&gt;He played balls, cars, balloons... then he looked through the window and saw a butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cliff: am..am.. am ... am.. am.... finished. I eat the butterflies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am about to say that Lutung will chase after the butterfly but Cliff eats them all!!)&lt;br /&gt;*think..think..think...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutung went outside and he rode his bicycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cliff: am..am.. am ... am.. am.... dah. The bicycle is eaten now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wookay... now I need to skip the story)&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah.... Lutung saw something very interesting at the distance... a lovely garden owned by a farmer! Lutung run to the garden and saw many red beautiful fruits over there... the tree was not tall, it was so easy for him to grab the red, long fruits... Lutung wanted to eat them, but he hasn't asked the farmer's permission... Cliff, we should take something without the owner's knowledge... it is stealing... and Lutung stole the fruit and ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his eyes wide open, and he screamed:"sssh...aaaah... ladaladaladalada... sshhh aaah... ladaladaladaladalada......" (lada = hot/spicy) Lutung ate a big red chilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cliff: *smile*  grandma said ladaladaladalada before ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah you remember grandma told you this story ya? Good boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy!! AAaaaaah... ladaladaladalada..." Lutung burst to his house and drank a lot of water. He cried out loud because it was very hot... his lips and mouth were very very very hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/wantf4/clip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LUTUNGEATSCHILLY.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/wantf4/clip/LUTUNGEATSCHILLY.jpg" alt="LUTUNG EATS CHILLY" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continue to the next version... do come again ok? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847762603343641654-6778301441709907758?l=claycliff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Do &lt;a href="http://www.ruangsudut.info/2007/11/and-my-hubby-said.html"&gt;read the post&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't read it... it's really interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will show you Cliff's ritual before he sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be posted last November 2007, I didn't know why I still haven't post it.. If there is someone in this world who love my hair so much, he must be Clifford! He adores my hair, he love it, and he NEED my long hair to make him fell asleep! Unfortunately, he loves to caress my hair by his legs! *doh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9fTS8UXI/AAAAAAAABh0/S_p4puxgqt4/s1600-h/favorite+ritual1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9fTS8UXI/AAAAAAAABh0/S_p4puxgqt4/s400/favorite+ritual1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184907047719424370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't laugh!! Muahahahaha.... everytime I take him to sleep, I have to be in 'that' position...  hm.. but then, there is another favorite thing he does  instead of caressing his leg to my hair.. sniff..sniff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9fTS8UYI/AAAAAAAABh8/XfxX72f032M/s1600-h/favorite+ritual+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9fTS8UYI/AAAAAAAABh8/XfxX72f032M/s400/favorite+ritual+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184907047719424386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loves my hair's smell!! *Rolling Over the Floor Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;That's better position for me okay? However, this ritual could stand for a few days only.. then he returned to his favorite legs ritual... :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometimes (a few months) I have to think some way to let my hair go from the legs, it hurts! So I told him I would have my hair cut... of course he protested... so I guess I could offer a bargain *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;: "Ok, Cliff, if you don't want my hair be cut, please use your hand instead of legs, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Cliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;: "Cliff wants sayang sayang( caress) mama... with my hand, ma?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Yes, with your hand ok... it hurts when you use your legs, Cliff"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now.. this is March Favorite Position... he always open his arm, and let me sleep in his right arm... *smile sweetly* I feel loved! ga ga ga ga ga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9CDS8UVI/AAAAAAAABhk/-mV85zVArPE/s1600-h/sleep+position3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9CDS8UVI/AAAAAAAABhk/-mV85zVArPE/s400/sleep+position3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184906545208250706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's ok I have to sleep on the bolster instead of on my bed... :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I look so messy everytime I come out my bedroom after being successful to make Cliff sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9BzS8UUI/AAAAAAAABhc/iqybRhRZoG8/s1600-h/mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4msksRIAN2s/R_R9BzS8UUI/AAAAAAAABhc/iqybRhRZoG8/s400/mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184906540913283394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847762603343641654-2015955491394671848?l=claycliff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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