<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3002753858787118600</id><updated>2024-09-11T08:36:06.928-07:00</updated><category term="games"/><title type='text'>clever coral</title><subtitle type='html'>Don&#39;t forget to feed the fish!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-8001050048979213976</id><published>2011-09-12T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:54:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly ten years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten years ago I was camping in the middle of nowhere with my seventh grade classmates. Fastforward to today, I&#39;m at Starbucks waiting for my first day of the real world to begin. My 12-year old self back then would have never thought that a childish daydream of working in the financial district would actually come true. Well here I am. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wonder what I&#39;ll be doing ten years from today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8001050048979213976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/8001050048979213976?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/8001050048979213976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/8001050048979213976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/09/exactly-ten-years.html' title='Exactly ten years'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-6556146227881212923</id><published>2011-09-03T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:24:53.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing lasts forever</title><content type='html'>Feeling a bit nostalgic lately, thinking about my friends from the past.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;we&#39;ll be best friends forever!&quot; - the (ex)best friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
So far in my life, there&#39;s only one person I&#39;ve considered as my best friend. The five or something best friends I had in kindergarten don&#39;t count. I called those nicest to me my best friends but it was quite silly since I didn&#39;t play with them&amp;nbsp; much, so I decided to start fresh with zero best friends and &quot;vowed&quot; (as a six-year-old) that I would only have one true best friend, someone that cared about me and played with me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few years later I met such a person and she was an incredible best friend. When we were at the same school, she would look out for me. I was quite the crybaby in elementary school, and one time cried horribly when I almost got tripped down a flight of stairs. She yelled at the classmate for making me cry and called him a &quot;garbage bag.&quot; I thought it was quite the insult. Whenever I got hurt, she would always be by my side. She left to be home schooled a couple years later, but we wrote letters to one another and played together almost every weekend at her house. I was a sheltered child and learned so much from her. I had my first slumber party at her house, played my first online/computer/board games with her, ate figs from her tree, pedaled a two-person boat with her across a lake, and attended lively Greek festivals with her family. She was caring, intelligent, out going, and fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;
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She always said that we would be best friends forever and there were moments when I believed her. Coming from a divorced family background, I didn&#39;t believe in &quot;forever.&quot; No matter how nice it sounded or how much I wanted it, it was irrational to think friendship could last forever. I was unfortunately right. We spent less time together when she began attending dance lessons and met her first boyfriend there. I eventually lost contact with her. Back then, there was no Facebook and most middle schoolers didn&#39;t have cell phones. I bumped into her twice a few years later at the SAT testing sites. The first time was distant and awkward, she briefly said hi and went back to talk to her friends. The second time we were in the same testing room and she pretended not to know me. I desperately wanted to say hi but she disappeared during the break and bolted out the door when testing was over.&lt;br /&gt;
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I &quot;friended&quot; her on Facebook a few years ago and wished her a happy birthday once on her Wall. I didn&#39;t receive a reply. Sometimes I wonder if I did something to cause our distance. I still keep her letters and other mementos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&quot;you&#39;re amazing and i love you and i&#39;m sorry that we&#39;ve 
split so much, and its amazing that you cherished everything we were so 
much&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;-the once hated friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
A couple weeks or so into fourth grade, we got a new classmate. No one in the class liked her, including me. I didn&#39;t like how she didn&#39;t pay attention class, she was usually reading or drawing something during lessons. As a model student, it annoyed me greatly. I was nice to her but honestly did not like her one bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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A couple years later, I found myself befriending her. She and her best friend were always reading manga and I approached them out of curiosity and began borrowing manga from the two. Slowly I began liking my once hated classmate. She was the exact opposite of me. I was an introverted student with straight-A grades, she was lively and still read/drew during class. She cracked my shell bit by bit and I loosened up around her. I once accidentally (and lightly) poked her boob with a fork. We looked at the fork, looked at each other, then back at the fork before laughing our butts off. (It wasn&#39;t very funny, just incredibly awkward at the moment.) We&#39;d then reenact the scene a couple more times. We also had super ESP when it came to the guy we both liked. One time we were chatting casually outside the gym before we snapped our heads towards the gym door at the same time. Our crush came through the doors a second later. We looked back at each other in shock and ran away giggling.&lt;br /&gt;
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We eventually lost touch after going to different high schools. Our personalities are still very different which is why I think we didn&#39;t keep in touch. A few years ago I bumped into her at the mall and she was just as I remembered her but prettier. It was a tad awkward but overall great talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I despised her at first but she later became a very close and dear friend of mine. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;you act too much like a sister I would&#39;ve wanted.&quot; -the brother-like friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
His first impression of me wasn&#39;t very good, I think he thought I was pretentious or an overachiever, I forget. I just know it wasn&#39;t good. He sat on the other side of the room in Chemistry and Spanish and we didn&#39;t know each other that well. We later sat next to one another when the Spanish seating chart changed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I first started talking to him over AIM by asking what the homework was and for help whenever I didn&#39;t understand an assignment. Then I started complaining about school and stress to him. (I&#39;m not sure how he handled my lengthy rants.) I also talked to him in class and there were a few times I caught him looking at my chest. I didn&#39;t care at the time and would laugh it off. He was known by friends to be quite the pervert. He had a girlfriend then and she said I was like a little sister to him. It sounded weird to me since I&#39;m an only child, but sure why not.&lt;br /&gt;
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He made fun of me a lot (calling me a vaca and pinching my muffin tops) but he was there for me. I stayed after school with the Chemistry teacher almost everyday and more often than not he would stay to help me with the material. I am seriously grateful for all his help, I don&#39;t know how I would have gotten through the last couple years of high school without him. Although I belonged to a group of girls, I hardly hung out with them and usually ate by myself. He would see me alone and often invited me to eat with him and his girlfriend. I don&#39;t think his girlfriend liked me very much, I swear she gave me evil eyes. I tried being nice towards her to reassure her that I absolutely had no plans of stealing her boyfriend. He did give me a fair amount of attention, so I can understand why she wasn&#39;t fond of me. When he finally got a phone, I was excited and started talking to him on the phone instead of AIM. I felt terrible when he told me I used up almost all his minutes. I must say our friendship was kind of odd. It was mostly me initiating and dominating the conversations. I didn&#39;t know much about him, while he knew so much about me. Then again, I willingly shared everything because I felt comfortable talking to him. When we graduated from high school, I was worried that our friendship would end when we left to different colleges. Thankfully nothing changed as we entered college, we continued talking online, sometimes with a random phone call or two.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just two years ago, however, our close friendship ended. A lot of crazy things happened in a short amount of time and I got myself a boyfriend. Like my former best friend, I began spending more time with my boyfriend and less time chatting with my friend. (What goes around comes around?) Though I mostly blame myself for not maintaining our friendship, it wasn&#39;t completely my fault. It&#39;s complicated. Whenever I see him with our old high school friends, I make an effort to say hi and poke his side as he once did to me. He usually ignores me and (I swear) he keeps his distance. Sometimes I instant message him, asking how he&#39;s doing, in attempt to strike up a conversation but his clipped responses lead to a dead end. I confronted him a couple times over AIM, asking him how it became like this and telling him that I missed being friends and was crying because of it. It was quite pathetic of me. Nothing&#39;s changed, and I&#39;ve pretty much given up trying to rekindle our friendship. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;present day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve had many good friends the last couple decades but these three from the past are the ones I cherished the most and choke up to whenever I reminisce. I&#39;m just glad that I&#39;ve met them and have fond memories of them. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today my boyfriend is my closest friend. I look forward to creating memories with him, my current circle of friends, and the friends I will eventually meet. Not all friendships last forever, so I&#39;ll make the best of what time we have together.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6556146227881212923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/6556146227881212923?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/6556146227881212923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/6556146227881212923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing lasts forever'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-586195465447999023</id><published>2011-08-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:52:08.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You must be Japanese</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&quot;Our neighbor&#39;s bedroom is entirely Japanese-themed. You might know them, the Sumimotos.&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I work at a Japanese gift and futon shop. I have many customers that ask me if I&#39;m Japanese and are disappointed when I tell them I&#39;m only a quarter. Some of them say that I should be Japanese since it&#39;s a Japanese store. What&#39;s wrong with non-Japanese people working at a Japanese store?&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s a Korean restaurant by my college run by Mexicans, the popular Japanese restaurant by home has Korean waiters and Mexican sushi chefs, and the owner of this super yummy Italian restaurant is Middle-Eastern. So I smile nicely and point out to these customers that not all Italian restaurants are run by Italians. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/586195465447999023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/586195465447999023?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/586195465447999023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/586195465447999023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-must-be-japanese.html' title='You must be Japanese'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-3485293598922041109</id><published>2011-08-29T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:53:30.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy Appreciated</title><content type='html'>I just got home not too long ago from my friend&#39;s house and I must say it was very considerate of him to make sure I got into my car before going back inside his house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It reminded me of my friend&#39;s ex-boyfriend who dropped me and my friends off one by one at our respective houses and waited until we were safely inside before driving off. He left a very good impression on me. I&#39;m happy to say that my boyfriend waits until I&#39;m inside my house before leaving too. I also like how my other friend walks his girlfriend to her car when it is dark out. I have a good amount of guy friends and only some of them are this courteous. Since we&#39;re all adults, it&#39;s not a big deal if guys don&#39;t make sure their girlfriends (or female friends) get into their houses or cars safely, it just gives them super positive points in my book if they do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3485293598922041109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/3485293598922041109?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/3485293598922041109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/3485293598922041109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/08/courtesy-appreciated.html' title='Courtesy Appreciated'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-4141153726505641449</id><published>2011-08-28T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T15:31:07.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to buy for boyfriends?</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend&#39;s birthday is this week and I have no idea what to get him. Guys are so hard to shop for!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought him fish (that died weeks later) for his birthday and a nice/cheap watch for Christmas a couple years ago. Last year I combined his birthday and Christmas gift together and gave it to him &lt;i&gt;after &lt;/i&gt;Christmas. Still, what to get him this year? There are so many things I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; get him like clothes, shoes, a nicer watch, a nicer wallet, computer parts... but there are reasons why I shouldn&#39;t get them either. Until I find the perfect gift, I might have to postpone this year&#39;s gift.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4141153726505641449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/4141153726505641449?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/4141153726505641449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/4141153726505641449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-to-buy-for-boyfriends.html' title='What to buy for boyfriends?'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-2064833922979409923</id><published>2011-08-23T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:55:07.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock, Paper, Scissors, Winner pays for dinner!</title><content type='html'>How do my boyfriend and I decide who&#39;s paying for dinner? We play Rock, Paper, Scissors and winner gets to pay! We also have silly bets where the winner gets to pay for the next dinner. Sometimes when I win, he still makes it difficult for me to pay the bill. I have to guess the bill amount correctly in order to pay for it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not all boyfriends have bottomless wallets and it&#39;s only fair to split the cost, hence our games and bets. We don&#39;t make much money so it&#39;s nice to be considerate of one another&#39;s wallets. I find it sad to see couples bicker over who paid what last time.&lt;br /&gt;
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My boyfriend drives me around a lot and still pays for most things, so I don&#39;t think I&#39;m quite even yet. I need a better strategy to win our games...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2064833922979409923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/2064833922979409923?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/2064833922979409923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/2064833922979409923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/08/rock-paper-scissors-winner-pays-for.html' title='Rock, Paper, Scissors, Winner pays for dinner!'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-7795722863444090153</id><published>2011-08-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:57:51.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect your elders</title><content type='html'>It makes sense, it really does, but does it work the other way around too?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7795722863444090153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/7795722863444090153?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/7795722863444090153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/7795722863444090153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/08/respect-your-elders.html' title='Respect your elders'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-4690502622243537441</id><published>2011-08-17T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:53:59.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislike sleeping in unfamiliar places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
Although under very special circumstances, I&#39;m excited to have permission from the bf&#39;s parents to spend the night at their house. &lt;br /&gt;
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However I&#39;m not too thrilled to be sleeping in the brother/sister/baby niece&#39;s room. I&#39;m not very fond with sleeping in other people&#39;s beds. There are a few exceptions. At least there&#39;s a night light in here to keep me company, but the door keeps creaking open every few seconds...&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4690502622243537441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/4690502622243537441?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/4690502622243537441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/4690502622243537441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/08/dislike-sleeping-in-unfamiliar-places.html' title='Dislike sleeping in unfamiliar places'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-2187106819624026875</id><published>2011-08-15T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:53:03.755-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="games"/><title type='text'>One claw machine, please</title><content type='html'>So I figured the best way to cure my claw machine addiction is to have one for myself. I&#39;ll fill it with all my plush trophies and win them over and over again! I guess I won&#39;t really cure my addiction this way, but at least I&#39;ll be saving a lot of money. Too bad claw machines cost a couple thousand dollars.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2187106819624026875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/2187106819624026875?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/2187106819624026875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/2187106819624026875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-claw-machine-please.html' title='One claw machine, please'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002753858787118600.post-5036582062389866848</id><published>2011-08-15T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:54:58.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there</title><content type='html'>First post! It&#39;s been almost 4 years since I&#39;ve created this blog and about 8 years since I last blogged regularly. Let&#39;s see how long I can keep up blogging this time!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5036582062389866848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3002753858787118600/5036582062389866848?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/5036582062389866848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002753858787118600/posts/default/5036582062389866848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clevercoral.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-there.html' title='Hello there'/><author><name>k*kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00158806046044161314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXN5DCl8FCA/SUbC1v73mnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Syac7E8UdpQ/S220/icon+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>