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                                   I like English style ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SYFT3laTeEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AY58oubH1w0/s72-c/20090129155813-782081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-519638954712867942</id><published>2009-01-29T14:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:03:46.145+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MR'/><title type='text'>MR2-6 Mission Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;This is an interesting movie. The hero is Ethan Hunt. Tom Cruise acts Ethan Hunt. Ethan is a member of the IMF is short for the Impossible Missions Force. Ethan is a good agent of the IMF. One day, Ethan and his partners were doing a big mission led by Jim Phelps. It was a difficult mission, but it was working the halfway. However, the mission goes wrong, and Ethan’s team members were killed by someone except Ethan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;In fact, the mission was fake mission to find a traitor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eugene Kittridge, the director of the IMF, suspect Ethan because he was an only survivor. Ethan was suspected by Kitridge and the IMF members, and he decided to find the real suspect by himself. He went to meet Max, she was known as an arms dealer. Max was related to this incident, and then Ethan knew a person called “Job.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;When he backed to the IMF secret house, he met Claire Phelps. She was also an agent of the IMF and she is Jim Phelps’s wife. He surprised when he met her because she must be killed like other his members. First, he was confusing, but he decided to find the real suspect, and Claire said to him she helped him. They gathered 2 IMF retired members, and they made a big plan it was steal IMF in formations. It was called NOC. It is short of the Non-official cover. To steal it was so difficult, but barely, they got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;After that, Ethan met Jim in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Jim told Ethan the real suspect was Kittridge, and Ethan began realizing the real things. In a train, Ethan was going to meet Max at there, but he didn’t go there. He had an idea. There were Kittridge, Max, Clare, and Ethan hidden in another room masquerade as the real suspect. He masqueraded as Jim. Jim was the real suspect. However, Jim had partners. Clare was his partner, but she was killed by Jim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Ethan fought Jim hardly, and finally, Ethan won. He cleared himself of the doubt. It was hard mission for him. He quitted the IMF because of that thing, but in a fright, a fright attendant spoke to him to see a movie. It makes me consider the movie will continue and Ethan will face with a different problem someday. I want to see Mission Impossible 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(397 words: total 15300 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-519638954712867942?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/519638954712867942/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=519638954712867942' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/519638954712867942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/519638954712867942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr2-6-mission-impossible.html' title='MR2-6 Mission Impossible'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1466180602783046788</id><published>2009-01-29T13:54:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:54:58.191+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow's Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m going to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; from January 30, 2009. I’m going to stay a hotel one night with my sister and my mother. I want to do shopping many shops and enjoy eating! I like shopping so much! I can’t wait!!! However, my father doesn’t go with us. Always, my mother, my sister, and I are good friends. We go many places, but my father doesn’t go with us. Sometimes, he comes with us. My family has good friendship. When I was a child, I often traveled with my family. It was good memory for me. I want to travel again. However, we don’t have much time… I wish we could travel someday! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(112 words: total 15015 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1466180602783046788?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1466180602783046788/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1466180602783046788' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1466180602783046788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1466180602783046788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrows-plan.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s Plan'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1424573542124718302</id><published>2009-01-29T11:22:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:43:58.647+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MR'/><title type='text'>MR2-4 Toy Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s a movie about toys. In the movie, toys are moving, talking, and having their emotions. The main characters are Woody and Buzz. Woody is a cowboy toy and he can say the same words if somebody pull his back string. Woody lives with other toys as Andy’s toy. These toys can speak and move themselves, but they must not do that in front of people. They start talking when Andy isn’t there or asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Woody is a leader of these toys and he is the favorite toy of Andy. Woody is always spent time with Andy. However, one big problem was occurred for toys and Woody. A new toy was going to arrive at Andy’s house as his birthday present. Other toys were afraid that they would be sold because of &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the new toy. However, Woody was not afraid like them, because he was the best toy for Andy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was not good for Woody; the new toy was very cool. He has the newest outfit. He was made as an astronaut, his name is Buzz. Buzz thought he was a real astronaut and he has a very important mission. Woody didn’t like Buzz because Buzz is the newest toy and Andy really likes Buzz. Before Buzz came, Woody was always Andy’s favorite, but it changed. Buzz became the Andy’s best favorite toy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Woody felt down about Buzz’s appearance, moreover, the other toys liked Buzz. It made Woody more depressed. One day, Woody planned to drop Buzz behind furniture, but Buzz was dropped outside from the window unexpectedly. Woody was suspected by other toys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Woody found Buzz when he was riding in Andy’s car. When Woody and Buzz quarreled and fought, they lost sight of Andy. Woody begun looking for Andy with buzz, but accidentally they were taken to Sid’s house. Sid is a bad boy. He likes to break toys. Sid decided Buzz launch tied to a small rocket. Woody tried to help Buzz, but Buzz realized he is just a toy by watching TV commercials. Buzz was dismayed. Woody felt Buzz’s emotion, and Woody confesses his thoughts. He said he envied Buzz. When Buzz heard Woody’s feelings, Buzz came to his senses. They teamed up together and punished Sid. Woody and Buzz became good friends; they ran to catch up with Andy. Finally, they arrived at Andy’s car and spent a good time with Andy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was an interesting movie. I was excited. I understand Woody’s feelings. If somebody replaces me, it’s not good for me, but Woody’s act was to punish Buzz was bad because we didn’t know whether it was an accident or not. However, it was good that Woody and Buzz became friends, I want to watch Toy story 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;(456 words: total 14903words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7146mr4.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1424573542124718302?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1424573542124718302/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1424573542124718302' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1424573542124718302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1424573542124718302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr2-4-toy-story.html' title='MR2-4 Toy Story'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4457433902278796086</id><published>2009-01-12T17:57:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:43:27.671+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SWsF4O4efNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t3AeTN_PGpQ/s1600-h/20090112175301-724546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SWsF4O4efNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t3AeTN_PGpQ/s320/20090112175301-724546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290328650902568146" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today was a very good day for me. My birthday is February, so I’m 19 years old yet. Almost my friends are 20 years old now. We celebrate our 20 life. I met many my friends in my hometown, it was exciting festival. I want to spend time importantly. Soon, I’m 20 years old. I can’t believe! I have to be mentally adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(63 words: total 14447 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4457433902278796086?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4457433902278796086/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4457433902278796086' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4457433902278796086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4457433902278796086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SWsF4O4efNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t3AeTN_PGpQ/s72-c/20090112175301-724546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5928796195090637216</id><published>2009-01-10T20:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:35:40.307+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SWiC7os-U7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/45dYua7IZNg/s1600-h/20090110201304-730491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SWiC7os-U7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/45dYua7IZNg/s320/20090110201304-730491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289621723396592562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother gave me a cute ring and pendant. I really like JILL STUART. JILL STUART is a bland I like. I’m so happy my mother gave me this ring and pendant. When I was in Tsuruya, I found very cute pierced earring, but I don’t pierce my both ears. However, that pierced earring was beautiful, so I bought it, too. My mother laughed me. The pierced earring was little expensive for me, so I decided to pierce my ears:)!  &lt;br /&gt;(80 words: total 14384 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5928796195090637216?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5928796195090637216/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5928796195090637216' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5928796195090637216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5928796195090637216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SWiC7os-U7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/45dYua7IZNg/s72-c/20090110201304-730491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1659550319667095969</id><published>2009-01-08T17:17:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:52:50.428+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-14 "The railway Children"</title><content type='html'>It is a story about poor children. It related in western history. I think many people are living happily in Japan, but may be it is wrong. I don’t know other people’s real feelings, so however I think he will be happy, I don’t know the answer. Poor is hard to live, but money is not only important thing in the world. I learned lots things through the story. Especially, I learned importance our families. We can’t live alone, whenever you think you are living by yourself, your family is helping you something to. I have to appreciate what my family done for me. In the story, common hardships knitted the family together. Tie is very important thing for us to live. It was pretty good story.   (127 words: total 14431 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1659550319667095969?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1659550319667095969/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1659550319667095969' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1659550319667095969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1659550319667095969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-14-railway-children.html' title='Book Review 2-14 &quot;The railway Children&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8188181706544541790</id><published>2009-01-08T17:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:17:22.567+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-13 "The Dragon Painter"</title><content type='html'>This story is interesting. In china, dragon is famous imagination creature. Once upon a time, there was a good painter, and one day, a king let him painting 3 dragons. He painted these dragons on the wall. However, he didn’t paint their dragon’s eyes because he thought painting eye dragon will have soul and become the real world from the imagination world. So, he didn’t paint their eyes, but the king didn’t think so like the painter, so he ordered the painter writing these dragon’s eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painter didn’t want to paint that, but he obeyed the king. As soon as the painter painted their eyes, the sky get dark and strong wing was brewing. Everyone couldn’t believe their eyes because there were 3 real dragons. 3 dragons were so strong and they begun to break houses, temples and so on. The king said to the painter to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painter thought a few minutes, and he began something painting on the wall. He painted some strong chain around the 3 dragon’s body. After that, these 3 dragons couldn’t move because of the chain and these dragons went back the imagination world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good story, don’t you think so? I want to see dragon, but I feel it scared for me. If dragons appeared before me, I’ll hide somewhere or run away as can as possible. I hope dragons are not scary but kind.&lt;br /&gt;(236 words: total 14304 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8188181706544541790?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8188181706544541790/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8188181706544541790' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8188181706544541790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8188181706544541790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-13-dragon-painter.html' title='Book Review 2-13 &quot;The Dragon Painter&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3360567819930723682</id><published>2009-01-07T15:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:36:53.922+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review "Gulliver's Travels"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you know Gulliver? He is known by many people in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, too. Of course I know this story, but I don’t remember the story. Therefore I decided to read this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Gulliver liked to travel and adventures. One day, when he going to voyage by little ship, a storm raged and he dropped, but he swam for his life and he didn’t give up. When he opened his eyes, he saw some tiny people. He was arrived a tiny people’s world. Some people tried to kill Gulliver, but they couldn’t, because he was so big. Gulliver learned their language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day, a war occurred. Gulliver helped the tiny people, and he became their friend. However, Gulliver couldn’t eat full sized food, and he ate much tiny food, so it cost much money. Some people considered this problem and they decided to kill him. Gulliver made a plan to escape the tiny world. Barely, he backed his real world with a few coins and a couple of cows in the tiny world. A captain was astonished to see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It is amazing story. I heard this story have another stories. He may be going other worlds. For example, He may be going to the world of giant, the world of horses. If you know these stories, please teach me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'ＭＳ 明朝';"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(220 words: total 14068 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3360567819930723682?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3360567819930723682/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3360567819930723682' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3360567819930723682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3360567819930723682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-gullivers-travels.html' title='Book Review &quot;Gulliver&apos;s Travels&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3626374491380532507</id><published>2009-01-07T14:26:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:09:12.046+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MR'/><title type='text'>MR2-5 "The Mask"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This movie is a comedy and an interesting movie. This story’s hero is Stanley Ipkiss. He is a clerk at a bank and he is a luckless man. He has no girlfriend and he is always lackluster. In contrast, his dog who is named &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt; is very smart. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a good friend to him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One day, Ipkiss met a very cute woman. Her name is Tina. Tina came to the bank where Ipkiss is working. He was very excited to meet her, but Tina’s real purpose was to go over to the bank by order of her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is a gangster. However, Ipkiss fell in love with Tina at once. He went to a nightclub with his friend, but he couldn’t enter the bar. He is unlucky man. Returning, He saw a people who seemed to be drowning, so he dove into the river to help him. However, it was not a person. He found a strange mask in the river. He returned to his home with the mask.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After that, he thought of trying to wear the mask. It is a little joke; he thought if he wears the mask, it won’t change. Then, when he wear the mask, unexpectedly something occurs. He is transformed into a green skin man: The Mask. The Mask is very strong, funny, and never dies. He is an invulnerable man. The mask is the polar opposite of Ipkiss. When Ipkiss change into the Mask, he acts boldly. He stole the bank’s money from gang, but Ipkiss thought it was a dream. The next morning, he realized it wasn’t a dream because he was in his house with a lot of money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The police suspected Ipkiss. He decided to not wear the mask again, but he wore it one more time. He became the Mask and went to the nightclub to meet Tina. He danced with Tina and Tina fell in love with the Mask. At that time, Tina’s boyfriend Dorian shot the Mask, but he didn’t die. However, it wasn’t finished easily. The Mask was taken Dorian and Ipkiss was arrested the police. However, his very smart dog &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt; was helping him, and Ipkiss went to meet Dorian, and he fought with Dorian. When they were fighting, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt; flourished again. Ipkiss became the Mask and he swallowed the bomb. The Mask was a hero. After that, Ipkiss and Tina were together. Ipkiss threw away the mask into the river.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was interesting movie. Ipkiss was lackluster but nice man. Most interesting thing is difference the character between Ipkiss and the Mask. They are same man, but different. The Mask’s character is Ipkiss’s internal character. He wanted to be a stronge man, so the Mask did such an audacious act.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought the last scene makes us consider the movie will continue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(416 words: 13446 words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7146mr5.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3626374491380532507?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3626374491380532507/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3626374491380532507' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3626374491380532507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3626374491380532507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr2-5-mask.html' title='MR2-5 &quot;The Mask&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3728152376115960594</id><published>2009-01-07T13:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:31:35.731+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-11 "Jack and the Beanstalk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is a story known by many people. I read this story when I was a child, and I like it. Do you know this story? It is a fish story. The title is “Jack and the Beanstalk.” Jack was poor and he didn’t have enough food, clothes. He lived with his mother and an old cow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One day, his mother said to him to sell the caw to live, and Jack was going to sell the caw. On the half way, Jack met an old man and the old man said to him let’s exchange. The old man took out five dried beans from his pocket, and he added these beans were magic beans. Jack decided to exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jacked mother got angry because her need money not beans. She threw the beans to the ground. Jack felt foolish, and finally he fell asleep. Next day, he couldn’t believe his eyes because there was a massive plant. It was reaching the sky. Jack began to climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He was under go many things above the clouds. Finally, he found a giant. He had a hen which laid golden eggs. Jack stole the hen and he backed his house under clouds. Jack became rich because of the hen, but he thought there was more treasure above the clouds. He started climbing the plant again. Jack found a golden harp and tried to escape from the giant, but the giant chased Jack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Under the clouds, Jack’s mother grabbed the saw and when Jack arrived to the ground, he pulled it and the plant fell down. And, no one ever saw the giant! After that Jack and his mother lived happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was interesting story. If you have interest about this story, please read it! I hope you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(296 words: total 13326 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3728152376115960594?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3728152376115960594/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3728152376115960594' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3728152376115960594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3728152376115960594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-11-jack-and-beanstalk.html' title='Book Review 2-11 &quot;Jack and the Beanstalk&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2104534712116679238</id><published>2009-01-05T14:40:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:53:25.243+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-10 "The Elves and the Shoemaker"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SWGdSHnzt_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/2kGYuBUowYs/s1600-h/20090105143940-724667.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;This is a fairy tale. I like this story. There was an old man and his job was making shoe. He made good shoes and everyone likes watching his job. He wasn’t rich, but he lived with his wife to enjoy his job. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;One day, a man came to the city, and he started selling shoes and his shoes were very cheap. Everyone delighted the price. They could buy 2 pair of shoes for the price of one. The old man thought these shoes were awful, these shoes had bad leather, but other people didn’t realize that thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The shoemaker to sell cheap shoes always sold much shoes. The old man couldn’t understand why he could make these much shoes quickly. The old man had very little business due to the coming shoemaker. He couldn’t make enough shoes, so he bought leather to make a pair of shoes and he went to bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The next day, the old man surprised because there was a perfect pair of shoes. He couldn’t believe! In fact, it was elves work. The selling cheap shoes man has 14 elves and he let them to make much shoes. These elves wearing miserable clothes and they don’t wear shoes. The old man noticed these elves and he made clothes for elves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The cheap shoes seller became have to leave the city because many people who bought his shoes were getting angry. His shoes broke after two days, so he decided to quite this job and elves relieve from him. It was good for 14 elves and the old man lived happily to make shoes by himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;(270 words: total 13030 words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2104534712116679238?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2104534712116679238/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2104534712116679238' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2104534712116679238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2104534712116679238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Book Review 2-10 &quot;The Elves and the Shoemaker&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8269106917738103123</id><published>2008-12-30T22:17:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:17:57.865+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-9 "How Elephants lost their Wings "</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVofX5N_BOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7o6gdya8tDI/s1600-h/20081230221628-739702.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is a story about elephant’s history. A long time ago, elephants could fly and they were so noisy. They had wings and enjoyed flying the sky. However, you know elephants are so big, so when they fly into trees, they smashed them. And they landed on houses, so the gods thought they had to solve the problem. The gods gave much food for elephants and when elephants were sleeping, the gods took away their wings! Instead of their wings, the gods gave elephants peacocks and banana trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It is interesting story, don’t you think so? If elephants can fly, it must be cause troubles!!! However, I like Danbo. Do you know? He is an elephant. It was created by Disney. Danbo has big ear, so he can fly to use his big ear. Danbo looks cute, so I want to see a flying elephant once time and I want to ride on his back! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(155 words: total 12760 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8269106917738103123?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8269106917738103123/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8269106917738103123' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8269106917738103123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8269106917738103123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_561.html' title='Book Review 2-9 &quot;How Elephants lost their Wings &quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6605022348914297468</id><published>2008-12-30T17:55:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:59:59.195+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVniGNZpTmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2ckcX_qNAhE/s1600-h/20081230103814-752479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVniGNZpTmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2ckcX_qNAhE/s320/20081230103814-752479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285504234000305762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mitsui&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Green&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Land&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with my friends. I waked up at 8:00 a.m. and my friends came to my house and picked me up. We didn’t decide where to go, but we left my house. First, we thought to go &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/st1:City&gt;, so we pulled onto the freeway, but suddenly, one of my friends said &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/st1:City&gt; is bit far, so we down the freeway soon and we decided to go &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mitsui&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Green&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Land&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; because it was near at there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;That day was so cold, but there was many people, children and their families, and couples. We went there 3 girls and 1 boy, so the boy told we must be seems strange. Surprisingly, he had only 2000 yen! Always he has lots money but that day, he thought we will go to Aso, so he didn’t have much money. It was interesting for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I don’t like a haunted house, but my friends wanted to go there. One of my friends, Misa doesn’t like it, too. She was scared rather than me. I said to her let’s go there, and we entered……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was scared! I clung to its Misa’s arm and she was laughing. However, she was afraid it, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After that, we rode a very interesting machine, but I don’t remember that machine’s name, but it was good. We rode the machine and we down on the water. It was interesting. Only Misa was got wet, she luck fortune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Next, we decided to go Aso, but suddenly one of my friends, Haruka said Aso is bit far. She was driving the car, so we followed her advice. We decided to go a karaoke, so we went to a karaoke near Hikarinomori. We had a good time at there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Finally, we went to a restaurant. We ate delicious dinner and drinking. We couldn’t drive a car because everyone was drinking, so we decided to return home by our foot. It was nice day for me. I want to spend time with them more. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(335 words: total 12605 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6605022348914297468?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6605022348914297468/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6605022348914297468' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6605022348914297468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6605022348914297468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVniGNZpTmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2ckcX_qNAhE/s72-c/20081230103814-752479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8794144195482431137</id><published>2008-12-29T21:05:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:23:17.381+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Koizora</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm watching a movie "Koizora." I like Haruma Miura so much. He is cool. He looks kind man and settled person. I want to meet him, and my sister said so, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to return my high school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I like KGU University and my friends. I like everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(52 words: total 12270 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8794144195482431137?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8794144195482431137/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8794144195482431137' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8794144195482431137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8794144195482431137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/koizara.html' title='Koizora'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6986783737152086753</id><published>2008-12-26T18:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:21:35.711+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Stich</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVSimP7ijuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Xasgor7g3ZM/s1600-h/20080820191858-716057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284027040807423714" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVSimP7ijuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Xasgor7g3ZM/s320/20080820191858-716057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cat’s name is Stich. He lived in New Zealand with an old woman. I met him in NZ when I stayed with a family. He likes go in a bag. How cute he is! My home grand mother likes cats. She has 4 cats in her house. When I entered the house, I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never have cats or dogs in my house because my father didn’t make my sister and I sad when they died. However, when I was a child, I really want to have a dog. I like animals, but big dogs look scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a primary school student, I have childhood friends. One of my childhood friends had a very big dog. He liked to watch someone was afraid of his dog. One day, he let the dog loose, in other words, he untied the dog!!! The dog liked me, so he jumped at me…. It was soooooo scary. I was crying a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, Stich is cute more than the dog, so I liked him very much. He liked my lap. So I was holding Stich on my lap in NZ.&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet Stich again☆&lt;br /&gt;(200 words: total 12218 words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6986783737152086753?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6986783737152086753/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6986783737152086753' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6986783737152086753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6986783737152086753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/stich.html' title='Stich'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVSimP7ijuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Xasgor7g3ZM/s72-c/20080820191858-716057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4679098958185037489</id><published>2008-12-26T18:18:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:02:03.436+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVShS-qEI2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kZy0b7V7mHk/s1600-h/20081226180313-783612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284025610241581922" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVShS-qEI2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kZy0b7V7mHk/s320/20081226180313-783612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today’s dinner was chicken with an omelet. I like chicken very much. I can’t cook well, but I wanted to eat chicken at then, so I decided to cook. It was easy to cook this because it is only broil and steam. After that, I made sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not bad. I want to become a good cooker. I like eating, but cooking is my weak point. I don’t like washing dishes, so I don’t like cooking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please teach me how to cook delicious dinner!!!   &lt;br /&gt;(85 words: total 12018 words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4679098958185037489?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4679098958185037489/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4679098958185037489' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4679098958185037489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4679098958185037489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/chicken.html' title='Chicken'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SVShS-qEI2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kZy0b7V7mHk/s72-c/20081226180313-783612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5300552100772982508</id><published>2008-12-18T21:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:53:24.105+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SUo8QVl7xwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5qljQD9FPAc/s1600-h/20081218192207-757380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281099764417152770" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SUo8QVl7xwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5qljQD9FPAc/s320/20081218192207-757380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to a restaurant with one of my friends, Mariko today. The restaurant is standing near PALUCO. The restaurant was nice; the restaurant’s main color is black, and there is a fountain. There is a not Western-style restaurant but it is Japanese style one. Atmospheric lighting for a room is dark, quiet and velvety. I like a cozy restaurant because I don’t like noisy place. I want to enjoy talking and eating with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariko taught me the restaurant and it makes me happy because I don’t know where good restaurant are. I was so looking forward to going there. As soon we entered the restaurant, we were surprised because the inside atmosphere was strange outside. We were excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered fried chicken, and etc. We enjoyed talking many things a long time. At then, a waitress came to us and she said “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time. Would you like something to drink?” We couldn’t understand why she was apologized us immediately because we didn’t feel our dinner were late. We said to her with a smile: “it is no problem.” However, she suggest us something to drink, so I ordered a glass of oolong and Mariko ordered a cup of hot coffee. First, we thought we pay these drinks price, but these were free! Thank you for that waitress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was delicious. We were satisfied. After the dinner, I ordered a chocolate cake. This picture is just the cake. I really like cakes. The cake’s taste was great, but too sweet… If you eat this cake, you have better eat it with a black coffee. &lt;br /&gt;…I can’t drink black coffeeJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so nice day for me. I really enjoyed talking with Mariko. I want to go there again! See you, tomorrow.     (302 words: total 11933 words) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5300552100772982508?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5300552100772982508/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5300552100772982508' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5300552100772982508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5300552100772982508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SUo8QVl7xwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5qljQD9FPAc/s72-c/20081218192207-757380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4083508681060629987</id><published>2008-12-18T01:10:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:21:42.841+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy now. I came back my apartment an hour ago. I worked hard today... I'm tired. Tomorrow is nothing my partーtime job. I'm happy, but I have to do a report tomorrow... I want to go somewhere and enjoy my free time if I will have much time!&lt;br /&gt;Goodーnight:) Have a sweet dream☆&lt;br /&gt;（60 words: total 11631 words）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4083508681060629987?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4083508681060629987/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4083508681060629987' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4083508681060629987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4083508681060629987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-446247811140167292</id><published>2008-12-17T09:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:51:02.476+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay prep'/><title type='text'>MR prep 2-5 The Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jim Carry--- Stanley Lpkiss (The Mask)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Cameron Diaz--- tina Carlyle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Peter Riegert--- Lieutenant Kellaway&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Peter Greene ---Dorian Tyrel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Amy Yasbeck--- Peggy Brandt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Richard Jeni--- Charlie Shumacher&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Orestes Matacena--- Niko&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Tim Bagley--- Iry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m looking forward to watch this movie with my friends. Movie Review is hard for me, but I’ll do my best!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;(54 words: total 11571 words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-446247811140167292?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/446247811140167292/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=446247811140167292' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/446247811140167292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/446247811140167292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-prep-2-5-mask.html' title='MR prep 2-5 The Mask'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2969912630557904368</id><published>2008-12-15T21:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:47:31.484+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Always, I'm happy. Any time, I want to smile in front of people, but sometimes I feel sad. However, almost I'm happy, so I can keep smile. My smile is bad, but my crying face is much worse than my smile. I want to be a tough and cute woman if I can. It is too difficult for me. Any way, I like people's smile. If you ask me with a smile, I'll talk you with smile, too. I like your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(82 words: total 11517 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2969912630557904368?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2969912630557904368/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2969912630557904368' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2969912630557904368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2969912630557904368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/always-i-happy.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4572278026304515305</id><published>2008-12-13T14:39:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:46:13.223+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>My favorite cushion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SUNKmYWhyRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2U52xMLs3XA/s1600-h/20081213143700-777873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SUNKmYWhyRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2U52xMLs3XA/s320/20081213143700-777873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279145211440777490" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is a one of my favorite cushions. I bought it at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Disney&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Sea&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; a year ago. I went there on White a day, 14/03. There were many couples. I like &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Disney&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Disney&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Sea&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; so much, so I want to go there again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I bought this cushion at a shop. I fell in love with this cushion at first sight. This is so cute, isn’t it? I often sit my sofa holding this cushion. I like it, and whenever I see this cushion, I want to go &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Disney&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Sea&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; once more. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Century;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;(93 words: total 11435 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4572278026304515305?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4572278026304515305/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4572278026304515305' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4572278026304515305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4572278026304515305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-favorite-cushion.html' title='My favorite cushion'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SUNKmYWhyRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2U52xMLs3XA/s72-c/20081213143700-777873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6172397222462624090</id><published>2008-12-10T18:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:45:51.152+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/ST-RlGFSFoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QjvqZBUJj2I/s1600-h/20081210185235-704001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/ST-RlGFSFoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QjvqZBUJj2I/s320/20081210185235-704001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278097354775467650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate this cake! I bought cakes with one of my friends, Mariko. We bought two cakes and went to a park. We were very looking forward to eat these cakes at the park. However, we realized we didn’t have a fork at that time. So, I ate only a strawberry on the top… Therefore this cake doesn’t have a strawberry on the top!&lt;br /&gt;(64 words: total 11342 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6172397222462624090?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6172397222462624090/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6172397222462624090' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6172397222462624090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6172397222462624090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/ST-RlGFSFoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QjvqZBUJj2I/s72-c/20081210185235-704001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3695399757705770338</id><published>2008-12-10T09:44:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:21:42.631+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MR'/><title type='text'>MR2-3 "Romeo &amp; Juliet"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This movie is a tragedy. Romeo and Juliet are in love, but that love was not allowed because their families are enemies. However, Romeo and Juliet stickled to their loves whatever end became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Romeo was in love a woman but his love was never come true, so he was struggled. One day, he heard a party held at the Capulet’s house. Romeo is a son of the head of the Montague family, and the Montague and Capulet families are enemy. One of Romeo’s friends let him to go the party because he thought it will divert Romeo from his lovesickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At the Capulet’s house, Juliet’s mother said to Juliet to meet a man named Count Paris. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is rich and handsome man, he wanted to marry Juliet, and Juliet’s parents wanted to so, too. However, Juliet was horrified. She wasn’t ready to get married because she was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Romeo and his friend, Benvolio and Mercutio arrived at Capulet’s house. Romeo’s friends were enjoying the party, but Romeo felt like a rest. He found a aquarium in the Capulet’s house, and then, he met a lovely girl, Juliet. Romeo thought how beautiful she was. Romeo fallen love with Juliet. He forgot his lover as he saw Juliet. They fallen love each other at once, but then, Romeo was realized Juliet is Capulet. Romeo groaned, but he didn’t forget Juliet. Juliet also loved him. They promised to get married in secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Romeo went to visit Friar Laurence. Laurence thought this marriage will change the Montague and the Capulet’s relation better. Laurence hoped both families never fight, so he decided to help their marriage. Romeo and Juliet were married, but after that, Tybalt offered to fight a duel with Romeo, but Romeo refused. It made Tybalt angry, and he pounced at him, Mercutio couldn’t stand it, and he begun fight with Tybalt. As a result, Mercutio killed by Tybalt. Romeo got angry and finally, he killed Tybalt by a gun. Therefore, Romeo was banished instead of death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Juliet was disappointed to hear that news, but Friar Laurence gave her an idea. He gave Juliet a magic herbal potion. The potion will Juliet be in suspended animation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ 明朝&amp;quot;;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Friar Laurence wrote a letter to Romeo, explaining everything, but Romeo couldn’t receive the letter, so he thought Juliet was dead. He decided to deink poison and he dies and lies beside Juliet. Romeo got the strongest poison and went to find Juliet. He kissed Juliet and drank the poison, at then, Juliet awoke. She found Romeo and she realized soon Romeo had drank the poison. She kissed his lips and shut her head to use Romeo’s gun. After that, everyone knew what was happened. Capulet and Montague promised never fight again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I felt sad when I finished watching the Movie. If their families were not enemies, Romeo and Juliet could live happily, and they were needn’t die. I thought if &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lawrence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s letter was arrived at Romeo it may change the end. However, the most problem was their families were bitter enemies. Their families realized their fault by Romeo and Juliet’s death, but it was too late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 26.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(520 words: total 11278words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7146mr3.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3695399757705770338?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3695399757705770338/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3695399757705770338' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3695399757705770338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3695399757705770338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr2-3-romeo-juliet.html' title='MR2-3 &quot;Romeo &amp; Juliet&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3207001412884046938</id><published>2008-12-10T09:43:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:04:49.230+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MR'/><title type='text'>MR2-2 The School of Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 10.5pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 26.25pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; I enjoyed watching this movie with my friends. This is a comedy movie. I like comedy, because it makes me happy. From now, I’m going to explain about this story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 10.5pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 26.25pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There was a man who named Dewey. He is a rock musician, but he was kicked out of the band by his band members, because he likes to attract attention himself. He freeloads on his friend, Ned. Dewey didn’t pay his rent , so Ned asked him to pay rent, prodded by his girlfriend. Dewey thought he would pay back the rent by winning a rock contest, but he was kicked out of his band. In this situation, the telephone rang andit changed his life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 10.5pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 26.25pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He was hired by a famous and high level school , but actually, that school’s principal wanted to hire Ned, not Dewey. Dewey knew this and he decided to pretend to be Ned to pay rent. He didn’t teach anything in class. He always said play and have fun, it was rest time. He didn’t have drive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 10.5pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 26.25pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One day, he heard his class’s music class. They played their instruments. It was a great performance. He thought they always seemed languid. Then, one idea came to Dewey. It was to enter the rock band contest with these children. After that, Dewey told them to enter this contest, and he added it was competition against other school’s children. He deceived them and made them promise never to say anything about this contest, because the school and their parents were strict. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 10.5pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 26.25pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He taught children about rock music, and they practiced it, but Dewey said he was a singer and leader. He thought only of how to win the band contest then. A principal in the school was strict, too but she said she was a humorous woman. However, she was a principal. She said that complaints by the children’s parents changed her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 10.5pt 0.0001pt 15.75pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 10.5pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The children changed little by little. They seemed languid at first, but now, they heartily enjoyed their band. A child who is playing the keyboard, he thought he was not cool, but Dewey said he was cool and he got confident. Tomica didn’t have confidence, too. She had a great voice but she didn’t have confidence because of her figure, but Dewey had the same worry and he said it isn’t important. Zack who is playing the guitar wrote a composition. It was his real thoughts. His parents think rock is not good, so they tried to make Zack to stop playing the guitar. However, Zack changed, he already had things that he wanted. His composition was cool, Dewey decided to play his composition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 10.5pt 0.0001pt 15.75pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 26.25pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 10.5pt 0.0001pt 15.75pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 26.25pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;However, his lie came out. The principal and children were shocked. Of course, the children’s parents, too, but the children decided by themselves to go to the band contest with Dewey. So, they ran that contest and it was very good. Their parents and the principal were moved and I think the children and Dewey were also. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 10.5pt 0.0001pt 15.75pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 10.5pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 10.5pt 0.0001pt 15.75pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 10.5pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I think this movie have some lessons. One of the lessons is “Do what you want”. And another lessons are “Find your object in your life”, “Enjoy heartily” “Study is not only important thing”, and “You don’t do band alone; every one is lead.” I learned these lessons. It was comedy movie, but it has a lot of lessons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Century;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;(549 words: total 10758 words)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7146mr2.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3207001412884046938?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3207001412884046938/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3207001412884046938' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3207001412884046938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3207001412884046938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr2-2-school-of-rock.html' title='MR2-2 The School of Rock'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-7482968384042955644</id><published>2008-12-09T16:47:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:41:40.473+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My Glove</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/ST4ijGV6DHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IIv2VUE5rDM/s1600-h/20081209162955-744755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/ST4ijGV6DHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IIv2VUE5rDM/s320/20081209162955-744755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277693799718063218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I bought it today at Three Four Time in News. I want to buy another one, too. That one was very useful and warm, but I bought this one because this one is cuter. However, I want that one, too... Please give me, Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;〓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; I want to go there with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(53 words: total 10209words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-7482968384042955644?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/7482968384042955644/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=7482968384042955644' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7482968384042955644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7482968384042955644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-bought-it-today-at-three-four-time-in.html' title='My Glove'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/ST4ijGV6DHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IIv2VUE5rDM/s72-c/20081209162955-744755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6278685572162124542</id><published>2008-12-06T01:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:41:05.251+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Today was very cold. I'm backing my apartment now. Today was a day of my part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;ー&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;time job. I was working hardly. I was looking forward to take a rest at there, because a man who I like was working with me. He is 23 years old. Everyone who working said to me he is strict, so I have better avoid him. However, I like him. He is kind, but little cool. He has a girl friend. I feel as he is my brother or my father, and I like these words in Japanese “Doshita?” (Not Doushita) and “Nn?” He often said these words. I like him, but he thought I don't like him because I always say to him you look too strict. I fear... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Any way, I like chocolate cakes, but he doesn't like sweats! I can't believe, but he told me if his girl friend makes a cake for him, he will eat all. It's good thing. Do you have a boy friend or a girl friend? If you don't have, please come here. I think I will work at there on Christmas. Chie said it will seem so lonely girl, but I'm satisfied with now my life. My most important person is my family. I like now calm days, I hope it would be go on forever, but some times I want to change.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Any way, I like his words and I want a brother!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;(240 words: total 10156words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6278685572162124542?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6278685572162124542/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6278685572162124542' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6278685572162124542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6278685572162124542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-very-cold.html' title='A Man'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-7762641163276279682</id><published>2008-12-04T22:02:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:40:20.781+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tomorrow is speaking test, but I don't feel good now. I caught a cold. Now, it's raining outside... I want to sleep. I hope you don't catch a cold. Take care, please. See you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(35 words: total 9916 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-7762641163276279682?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/7762641163276279682/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=7762641163276279682' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7762641163276279682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7762641163276279682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/tommorow-is-speaking-test-but-i-don.html' title='Test...'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-7439548572071540428</id><published>2008-12-03T10:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:38:08.103+09:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I think I catch a cold… I feel cold and may be I have high fever. Today is a day of my part-time job. I want to absent, I feel bad and my knee is still hurt, but I can’t absent my part- time job. I’m so sleepy now. I want to meet my family. I feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; when I am alone at my apartment like this bad condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. I want to eat “Okayu.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(75 words: total 9881 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-7439548572071540428?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/7439548572071540428/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=7439548572071540428' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7439548572071540428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7439548572071540428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold.html' title='COLD'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4660415723424334699</id><published>2008-12-03T10:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:37:25.586+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I dropped from my bicycle yesterday. It was a big accident for me. There was a car on the side work, so I couldn’t pass the side work at that time. I got down from the side work once riding the bicycle. After that, I tried to return the side work once again. My apartment was very cloth at there. However, I couldn’t it because their level was high. I dropped from my bicycle and abraded my knee. Behind me, there was a couple. I think there are KGU students. I hoped they didn’t see that scene, but probably they saw. I came home as soon as possible, after that, I couldn’t move during a long time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Much blood had come out from my knee. And my knee was bruised and it had heat. Yesterday was unlucky day for me. I checked my fortune to use my cell phone. Surprisingly, it said “Don’t strain yourself. You should attention of a lower injury from a knee.” It was right! Yesterday was unlucky day… I decided to ride a bicycle more carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(180 words: total 9806 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4660415723424334699?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4660415723424334699/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4660415723424334699' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4660415723424334699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4660415723424334699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/accident.html' title='Accident!'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4909623560588907264</id><published>2008-12-03T09:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:36:47.663+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>My part-time job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m so tired. My part-time job is hard for me. I can’t work well because I don’t know about comic books, games, and CDs well. It is difficult for me to tell where comic books are. I want to work another place, for example, restaurant that Erika working. I really want to work at there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; However, I will go on now my part-time job. I will do my best. Please ask me if you come to the shop. I hope your coming. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(82 words: 9626 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4909623560588907264?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4909623560588907264/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4909623560588907264' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4909623560588907264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4909623560588907264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-part-time-job.html' title='My part-time job'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-708556995526164955</id><published>2008-11-26T20:12:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:35:58.412+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SS0vIYAHksI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5q-YpobB3Kw/s1600-h/20081126201159-753905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SS0vIYAHksI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5q-YpobB3Kw/s320/20081126201159-753905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272922559649125058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cakes so much. Today, I went to a cake shop at 7:40 p.m. I usually don’t go outside alone, but today was different. I really wanted to eat a cake. So, I decided to go and buy a cake. There was a couple when I was arrived the cake shop. I think today was a birthday of the woman. They looked happy. I was waited a long time but it was not boring. I wanted eat a cake, but I bought one more cake because I thought one is less. I cannot wait eating these cakes!!! See you!&lt;br /&gt;(100 words: 9544 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-708556995526164955?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/708556995526164955/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=708556995526164955' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/708556995526164955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/708556995526164955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SS0vIYAHksI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5q-YpobB3Kw/s72-c/20081126201159-753905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3143193041954649937</id><published>2008-11-26T15:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:35:23.764+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay prep'/><title type='text'>MR prep TOY STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42pt; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Toys&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Tom Hanks&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; Sheriff Woody&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Tim Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Buzz Lightyear &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Don Rickles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Mr. Potato Head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Jim Vamey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Slinky Dog &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Wallace Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Rex: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;John Ratzenberger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hamm&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;:      &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Annie Potts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Bo Peep: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;R. Lee Ermey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Sarge: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 40.65pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a name="Humans"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Humans&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;John Morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Andy Davis: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Laurie Metcalf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Mrs. Davis&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Toy_Story_characters#Mrs._Davis" title="List of Toy Story characters"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Erik von Detten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Sid Phillips: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Sarah Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; as Hannah Philips: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;I like this movie. I have watched it when I was a child. I think I watched TOY STORY2. It was interesting story! Please watch it! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;(100 words: total 9444 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3143193041954649937?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3143193041954649937/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3143193041954649937' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3143193041954649937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3143193041954649937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-prep-toy-story.html' title='MR prep TOY STORY'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2867619252475137593</id><published>2008-11-19T10:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:34:31.219+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday, I worked at a shop. It was first time for me to work there. I was nervous because I didn’t know anything what should I do. I thought first month I will do odd jobs because a man working the shop said so. However, I was taught a lot of things by a man. He looks gentle, but he is strict as work. He taught me how to write a paper when customer want to sell their books, how to processing books, how to filled the shelf with books, how to pay at the register, how to call customers…etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was difficult and complex work. I couldn’t remember everything but, he wanted me learn at first. It was busy. I don’t have confidence. I wanted to work at cloth shop, but I wanted to work near my apartment, too. So, I decided to work at book shop, but now, I want to work cloth shop! Any way, I will do my best the book shop as can as possible. Please come the shop and talk with me… I’m lonely at the shop. I want to talk with English course’s people of KGU. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(196 words: total 9344 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2867619252475137593?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2867619252475137593/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2867619252475137593' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2867619252475137593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2867619252475137593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5031428002313334472</id><published>2008-11-19T09:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:33:27.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapiking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On Monday, I went to a Tapiking with Erika. That day, I didn’t come to the KGU by my bicycle, but Erika came to there by her bicycle. So, I went to my apartment on the way to the Tapiking because my apartment is stand near Kokaibashi. It was cold day; we want to be arrived the Tapiking quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Erika bought a banana putting taste tapioca drink and I choose strawberry putting taste. It was delicious. We enjoyed drinking, watching TV and talking each other. It was very good time for me. I like Erika because she is interesting. We wanted to stay the shop because the shop was warm. Out side was cold, we were get down, we ride our bicycle as fast as possible we could. However, it made us colder, windy is too cold! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to go there again with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(145 words:total 9148 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5031428002313334472?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5031428002313334472/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5031428002313334472' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5031428002313334472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5031428002313334472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/tapiking.html' title='Tapiking'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6415245896734350630</id><published>2008-11-16T22:57:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:25.410+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I want to go an amusement grounds! Recently, I didn’t go there. So, I want to go there with my friends. However, everyone busy, so I can’t go there... I’m sad. If you have free time, would you go there with me? I beg your coming. I want to eat an ice cream at there!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Any way, I can’t ride a roller coaster and other rides easily, but I like a Ferris wheel so much! I want to ride a Ferris wheel with you. See you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;(86 words: total 9003 words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6415245896734350630?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6415245896734350630/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6415245896734350630' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6415245896734350630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6415245896734350630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_6336.html' title='Amusement grounds'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8387401931297586202</id><published>2008-11-16T22:57:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:58:20.613+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I like sleeping. Always I take an enough sleep. On holiday I take a sleep at over 10 hours. It is very good for me. I like the time because I need not think any things. It is so important time. However, it is pretty cold recently, so I can’t get up early. I set the alarm clock for 7:30 and 9:00, but always I get up over 8:00 if I have to go the KGU at 9:00 and I get up over 9:30 if I have to go the KGU at 10:40. I have to get up on the set up time… I don’t like too hot, but also too cold. Recently, I feel cold. I can’t move on my bed. I always wrap up the blanket over myself in my bed. Sleeping is very nice and I like blankets because it feels very good. I want to sleep more and more, and I want to don’t think all things and relax and enjoy my time. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(167 words :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8387401931297586202?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8387401931297586202/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8387401931297586202' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8387401931297586202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8387401931297586202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_1707.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5357747943097543255</id><published>2008-11-16T22:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:43.898+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>My Part-time Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got a part- time job. I want to accustom with the shop. First, I thought that job is easy and not busy, but it was wrong. I had to hear their policy during 2 hours. It made me confused. I haven’t work many times, so it seemed busy, and the job looks very difficult. I don’t have confidence. I am going to the shop at Tuesday, Wednesday and Sunday this week. I want to get the job slowly… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(79 words: 8917 words) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5357747943097543255?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5357747943097543255/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5357747943097543255' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5357747943097543255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5357747943097543255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_16.html' title='My Part-time Job'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8384268401029685110</id><published>2008-11-13T19:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:47.708+09:00</updated><title type='text'>With Chie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On Monday, I went to Joyful with my friend, Chie. We went there by bicycle, but Chie laughed me because I don't suit the bicycle. Another friend of mine, Mariko also says so..., but, I need the bicycle because I'm going to go my new part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ー&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;time job's shop by the bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chie taught me how to ride a bicycle. She is good girl. Thank you, Chie! We always go to the bakery, so we went there first, and after that, we went the Joyful. Chie and I talked about lots things. I always cheer for you, Chie!!&lt;br /&gt;It was good time for me. I want hang around more because I didn't hang around much times. I want to enjoy my daily life and be stronger morally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(128 words: 8838 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8384268401029685110?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8384268401029685110/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8384268401029685110' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8384268401029685110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8384268401029685110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-chie.html' title='With Chie'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-72283651952408957</id><published>2008-11-12T15:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:20:39.068+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay prep'/><title type='text'>Essay prep "Romeo &amp; Juliet"</title><content type='html'>Romeo ＆ Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;• Romeo Montague: Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;br /&gt;• Juliet Capulet: Claire Danes&lt;br /&gt;• Tybalt Capulet: John Leguizamo&lt;br /&gt;•  Mercutio :Harold Perrineau&lt;br /&gt;• Benvolio Montague: Dash Mihok&lt;br /&gt;• Friar Lawrence: Pete Postlethwaite&lt;br /&gt;• Nurse Angelica: Miriam Margolyes&lt;br /&gt;• Dave Paris: Paul Rudd&lt;br /&gt;• Fulgencio Capulet: Paul Sorvino&lt;br /&gt;• Gloria Capulet: Diane Venora&lt;br /&gt;• Ted Montague: Brian Dennehy&lt;br /&gt;• Caroline Montague: Christina Pickles&lt;br /&gt;• Captain Escalus Prince: Vondie Curtis-Hall&lt;br /&gt;• Balthasar: Jesse Bradford&lt;br /&gt;• Apothecary: M Emmet Walsh&lt;br /&gt;• Gregory: Zak Orth&lt;br /&gt;• Sampson: Jamie Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;• Abra: Vincent Laresca&lt;br /&gt;I have watched this movie about 2 times, but I don’t remember all stories… I only remember ending scene. It was so sad. I’m going to watch this movie one more, and write movie review as soon as possible! Any way, I looked up these cast’s name. Please check and exploit them! See you!!!&lt;br /&gt;(145 words: 8710 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-72283651952408957?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/72283651952408957/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=72283651952408957' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/72283651952408957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/72283651952408957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/essay-prep-romeo-juliet.html' title='Essay prep &quot;Romeo &amp; Juliet&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-982571468547451325</id><published>2008-11-12T10:11:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:57:07.624+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='record'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MR'/><title type='text'>MR2-1 ”Shrek”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 26.25pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;I like this movie and I have this movie. First, I introduce this story. This movie's hero is Shrek. But, he is a little different from the common hero. The Common hero is good looking, strong and loved by many people. However, "There is no hero that does not have some exception." Don't you think so? Shrek is living in a swamp alone. He was enjoying his life. But, one day, something unexpected happened: the fairy-tale inhabitants (such as the 7 dwarfs, the gingerbread man, fairies and so on) were banished. Surprisingly, they came to Shrek's swamp. He met a donkey there, his name was Donkey. Donkey was very talkative. He asked Shrek to help them. Of course, Shrek refused because he isn't a common hero. However, he wanted to get his own swamp back. So, he decided to go to the man who banishes these fairy-tale inhabitants with Donkey. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 26.25pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;Shrek doesn't like other people because Shrek was hated by many people because of his appearance. He is an ogre with green skin. Therefore, many people shun contact with him and Shrek doesn’t want to be mixed up with people. Shrek and the Donkey arrived at the kingdom. There were no fairy-tale inhabitants. They met a king and the king said if Shrek and Donkey are able to help Princess Fiona, he take away the people who were banished. So, they leave for a tower surrounded by magma with a dragon. Barely, they rescued Princess Fiona. In the trip, Shrek, Donkey and Fiona became good friends step by step, and Shrek and Fiona love each other but they couldn't tell each other honestly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 26.25pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;One day, they quarreled over trifles; it was a little misunderstanding. After that, Fiona decided to marry the king but Shrek realized his misunderstanding. And, he prevented that wedding. Fiona accepted Shrek and they kissed. In fact, Fiona is very beautiful but she changes to an ogre like Shrek at night. When she kisses her prince, she gets her real appearance. But, her appearance doesn’t change, she remained an ogre. The king told her how ugly she was, but Shrek said to Fiona she was very beautiful. They got marry and lived happily. By the way, the dragon fell in love with Donkey!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 26.25pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;This movie made me consider many things. I was surprised when Fiona didn't change. But, I like this result because this was her real appearance . If she changed to a beautiful woman, he would say the same words to her, but I felt that result was better. Whether she has a beautiful appearance or not is no matter for Shrek and it is also for Fiona. They are so beautiful internally. I like this movie very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;(435 words: 8566 words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="300" height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/Wink/Tomei2term08/7146mr1.mp3" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-982571468547451325?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/982571468547451325/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=982571468547451325' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/982571468547451325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/982571468547451325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr2-1-shrek.html' title='MR2-1 ”Shrek”'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6948521690643957509</id><published>2008-11-12T09:38:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:57:36.626+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WEI'/><title type='text'>WEI post for next class</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;1. What is your usual writing/blogging schedule each week? Where do write/blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A. I usually write blogs after classes in the KGU library or 14 building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;2. Please look at your first post from Spring term and compare it with what you are writing now. What improvements do you see with your English and what do you think you should work on to improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A. I was writing short sentence in spring term, but, I found I’m writing longer sentence than spring term. I think to write every week is improving my English. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;3. What are your opinions of doing movie reviews? Please talk about the time it takes and the availability of the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A. My opinion about movie reviews is it takes a long time, because we have to watch the theme of movie. Watching movie takes about 2 hours and then, I start writing MR and it takes about 40 minutes to 1 hour. Every one wants to watch the movie at library, so I didn’t watch it I wanted to see because there are only 1 per movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;4. Please give your suggestions for the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A. I think to write blogs everyday is not easy. I don’t have many things what to write, so I think 5 post every week is little difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;5. Please give some advice to the students who will take this class next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A. I can’t say good words…I think this writing class is little hard, but never giving up. Do your best and I do my best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6948521690643957509?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6948521690643957509/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6948521690643957509' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6948521690643957509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6948521690643957509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/wei-post-for-next-class.html' title='WEI post for next class'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1260393024829106228</id><published>2008-11-11T13:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:49:22.291+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-8 "Jason and the golden fleece"</title><content type='html'>This is story of a man who became a king. His name is Jason and this book’s title is “JASON AND THE GOLDEN FLEECE.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived in Greece and he was thought he will become a king of the island Iolcos. However, his Uncle had stolen his throne. One day, he met an old woman and the woman said to him Jason will become a great hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to Iolcos, but his uncle wasn’t pleased to see him. His uncle said if Jason brings him the presious Golden Fleece, his uncle gives him the throne. Jason decided to get them. Some people decided to go with Jason. For example, there was Atlanta, a beautiful huntress, Hercules, the strongest man in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days past, they stopped at an island. There was a very big man who is the king. One of Jason’s crew fights him and won.  Next, they met a wise old man. He was blind man and he said only if Jason gets rid of the Harpies, he give food for Jason and his crew and teach him what dangers Jason and his crew will meet. Jason and his crew fight them and all the Harpies were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few days, they were arrived Kingdome. Jason met the king, but the king didn’t want Jason to have the fleece. He had a cunning plan and he tried prevent Jason. However, the king’s daughter had fallen love with Jason on the spot. She thought she want to help Jason. She tried help him and Jason passed that the ling’s cunning plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he found the Golden Fleece, but a massive oak had it. Jason and the king’s daughter, Medea tried to get it. At last, they got the Golden Fleece. They want to leave there as soon as possible, but the king chased them. He wanted to kill Jason. However, Jason survive thankful for Medea, they went back to Iolcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason’s uncle was surprised because he came back with the Golden Fleece. His uncle kept his word, so Jason became the king, and Jason and Medea were married. They lived there happily and admired by everyone!&lt;br /&gt;(360 words: 8130 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1260393024829106228?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1260393024829106228/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1260393024829106228' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1260393024829106228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1260393024829106228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-review-2-8-jason-and-golden-fleece.html' title='Book Review 2-8 &quot;Jason and the golden fleece&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3972635972222778143</id><published>2008-11-08T15:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:19:19.851+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle</title><content type='html'>I bought a bicycle the other day. I went to a shop with my friend, Mariko. There are some types of bicycles, and I decided a black one. I wanted to buy another pink one or that black one. I was puzzled as to which to choose. However, at last, I decided a black one because I thought I will not be able to ride this pink bicycle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After that, Mariko and I backed our apartment. When I was arrived my apartment, I realized the bicycle hasn’t rock, so I went to a bicycles’ shop near my apartment. An old man taught me how to use it. I pay him and I returned.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At then, unexpectedly happening was happen. My cell phone’s straps got caught into pannier’s hole. I tried take off them, but I couldn’t… I tried again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I decided to use scissors. However, I couldn’t, too because it is my talisman. I tried one more, at then, it was rid off!!!! I was so happy but it takes about 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder I couldn’t ride a bicycle because I don’t ride it recently. When I was a little child, I thought I ride it. However, when I was a primary school and junior high school’s students, I went to there by my feet. When I was a high school student, I went the school by bus. Recently, I use a bus or walking, so I am going to practice to ride bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;(252 words: 7770 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3972635972222778143?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3972635972222778143/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3972635972222778143' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3972635972222778143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3972635972222778143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/bicycle.html' title='Bicycle'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5657272217499180825</id><published>2008-11-08T14:50:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:55:54.912+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-7 "The Monster Gang"</title><content type='html'>When I find this book, I thought it is monster gangs’ story. For example, a monster will become a gang or monsters fight to become the top of gangs. However, when I turned over the first page, there is a human boy. When I turned over next page, there are his friends, and next page was, too. I thought isn’t this book’s story about monsters. I decided keep reading and I am sure to find monsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, young children were playing. They want to play something fun, but that day was rainy. They lay around at Ellie’s room or drew pictures, but they were bored soon. They wanted playing something fun. At then, Ben thought of a great idea. It was gang game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought a gang needs a good name, so they tried to think of gang’s name. And, it decided Monster Gang! After that, they talked about gang. They thought gangs need special costumes, and they decide make their own costumes. They promised gather next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next morning, they came wearing special costume like a monster. They clambered into a tree house. They didn’t recognize each other because they are wearing costumes and it hidden their faces. They made creepy bats and etc. out of papers. Then, they were hungry, so they had a monster feast. They munched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They begun guess each other over eating. The Monster Gang members are six. They could guess five members easily, but a yellow gang was difficult to guess because this monster looked like real monster. Other members thought that monster may Ellie because there were no Ellie. They decided Ellie’s costume was the best. That yellow monster was elected a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went on playing like to made secret signs. At then, they heard a voice. Everybody knew that voice; it similar Ellie’s voice. But, it was impossible, because Ellie was there and the yellow monster must be her. They rushed to the door ASAP, and looked. Surprisingly, there was Ellie and she was real Ellie. She said she had to take her dag for a walk, so she was late. Other children were confused…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They scrambled back into the room, but there was no yellow monster already. There was a note instead of the monster, but they couldn’t read it because it didn’t make sense: it was not common letter. When Ruby face up, there was a mirror and he thought of an idea. When he held the note up to a mirror, they could read and it did make sense.&lt;br /&gt;At finally, you can see the monster gang, can’t you? Do you want to know this note said? But I can’t write that letter because if I write that note, it considered I was copy that sentence. So, if you want to know all about this secret, please read this “The Monster Gang.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(475 words: 7550 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5657272217499180825?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5657272217499180825/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5657272217499180825' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5657272217499180825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5657272217499180825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/bookl-review-2-7-monster-gang.html' title='Book Review 2-7 &quot;The Monster Gang&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-399311800860107340</id><published>2008-11-07T20:37:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:55:48.073+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Okonomiyaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SRQoyZSSETI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ol4-yFPjUeM/s1600-h/20081025112006-729005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265878710549090610" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SRQoyZSSETI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ol4-yFPjUeM/s320/20081025112006-729005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made it yesterday! It is Okonomiyaki. Do you like it? I like it so much. I often cook it. Yesterday, I used a yam and two spoonfuls of milk, and I cooked sunny-side up egg and I put it on the Okonomiyaki. After that, I pour some Okonomiyaki Sauce, Mayonnaise Sauce on it. Finally, I sifted dried bonito on this. I want to eat Hiroshima taste Okonomiyaki!!! Next time, I will try them☆　Now, I have to wash dishes… I’m feeling depressed, but I must wash them. I stay to the end! Thank you for reading and Good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;(100 words: 7080 words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-399311800860107340?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/399311800860107340/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=399311800860107340' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/399311800860107340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/399311800860107340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_07.html' title='Okonomiyaki'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SRQoyZSSETI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ol4-yFPjUeM/s72-c/20081025112006-729005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5556994832942274224</id><published>2008-11-02T20:59:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:12:26.947+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>Do you know “Enchanted”? It is a movie and I like it. It was produced by Disney, but it is little different common Disney movies. Common Disney movie is animation, but “Enchanted” is not only animation but also 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Princess Gisele in animated world, Andalasia. She lives there with animals. She can talk them because there is an animated world. She likes singing and she wish to meet her prince. One day, she meets a Prince Edward. He is handsome price and they fell in love each other. Prince Edward offered Gisele to marry him and she accepted, but a woman doesn’t feel good to hear that. She is Queen Narissa and she is a witch. She sends Gisele in New York City in the real world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gisele was surprised because real world is different in animated world. She asked passer where is here, but her wearing dress and it looks strange, so everyone ignore her. She was disappointed, but she meets a man who named Robert Philip. He is a divorced lawyer and he has a little daughter. Robert is realistic man, so he doesn’t understand about Gisele, but his daughter likes her. Therefore, they decided to live together. Gisele can speak animals in the real world, too. She cleans rooms with animals. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fear cockroaches. Robert and his daughter were surprised to see that sight. They thought Gisele may be true princess in animated world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gisele made her dress used Robert house’s curtain. First, Robert think Gisele is crazy and he never understand all things what she doing. However, little by little, they become love each other. They realize their character and good points.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Prince Edward comes in the real world to seek Gisele with a chipmunk. That chipmunk is one of Gisele’s friends, but the Queen Narissa sent a man to prevent to meet Edward and Gisele. However, Gisele and Edward meet, but then, she already become love Robert. Robert feels same, but he has girl friends, too. They confused…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the Queen Narissa comes in the real world!! She let Gisele drink poison and Gisele felt deep sleep like a log. Price Edward thinks true love kiss can wake her. He tries, but Gisele doesn’t wake. Edward let Robert to try. He thinks Gisele and Robert love each other. At then, when Robert kisses to her, she wake, but the Queen Narissa transforms herself a dragon and carry off Robert. Next, Gisele try to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fight to the Queen Narissa and finally, they win! Robert and Gisele kisses and the realistic man Robert says her he love her. Prince Edward and Robert’s girlfriend admit and they began to go out and they lived in animated world! So, every one get happy and they lived happily eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this movie, when I watch this movie first time, I thought Prince Edward is poor, but it’s Disney movie. Disney movie have to end happily. If you have interest about this movie, please watch and try it!&lt;br /&gt;(508 words: 6980words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5556994832942274224?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5556994832942274224/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5556994832942274224' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5556994832942274224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5556994832942274224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_7934.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4248270753107639670</id><published>2008-11-02T20:58:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:01:49.639+09:00</updated><title type='text'>About today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, I went shopping with my mother and my sister. I like shopping very mush. We want to buy clothes and small articles. We went Tsuruya, Paruko, News, and Hikarinomori. However, I didn’t find good clothes, so I couldn’t buy any clothes. My sister bought a jacket. That color is dark blown. I recommended her that jacket. I really wanted clothes, but I gave up. We spend 4 hours at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kumamoto&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; city’s shops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After that, we went to Hikarinomori. My sister drove. She is good driver, so I always asked her to drive. We looked around there about 3 hours and we bought some breads and 2 cups of drink. We enjoyed taking there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Finally, we went to dairy in Kikuchi, we bought some foods and a fashion magazine. One of my friends, Kayo works there, so I met her and talking. I like her. I want to go shopping with her some day and I want to go a drive, too. She is active girl. I have gone to a batting center with her once. It was great, but little difficult for us. We couldn’t do well and other friends laughed us, but I like there. I want to go there again with Kayo. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Century;" lang="EN-US"&gt;(205 words; 6472 words) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4248270753107639670?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4248270753107639670/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4248270753107639670' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4248270753107639670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4248270753107639670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_02.html' title='About today'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4386783438227979526</id><published>2008-11-02T20:58:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:24:25.580+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>Many things I want to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m very happy because we have successive holidays! I want to go shopping, beauty hair salon, etc. I want to go a trip with my friends, but I think it won’t because we don’t make a plan exactly. I want to go KGU festival, too. I have lots of things I want to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;First, I will go a beauty hair salon and I’ll dye my black hair more bright. The beauty salon’s hairdressers are very interesting, so I like them. I can not wait! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(85 words:6267 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4386783438227979526?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4386783438227979526/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4386783438227979526' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4386783438227979526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4386783438227979526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Many things I want to do'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8202236644304152267</id><published>2008-10-29T09:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:48:40.927+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-6 "The Incredible Present"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I read a book that title is “The Incredible Present.” Do you know this book? I will tell you about this story. This story is fantasy story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There was a girl who named Lily. Her parents were different with other parents. They always had some crazy project underway, so she often cannot meet them. However, she was looking forward to get her birthday presents by her parents, because her parents every year give her very unique presents. Her guessing was right. Her parent’s send her a small bag but it wasn’t usual bag. It was magical bag. She can get whatever her want into the bag. It was made by her parents. However, it was not good. If she says she wants a bed-making robot, it was appeared but the robot didn’t do exactly what Lily had in mind. Next, she wanted a space buggy, but not exactly the space buggy she wanted, too. However, she only asked the small magical bag only 6 wishes, but her wishes didn’t come true exactly. However, finally, she met her parents. It was a greatest present for her!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This story is interesting. I don’t want this bag, because it doesn’t work exactly. However, if it works exactly, I want it, but I can’t decide. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ 明朝&amp;quot;;"&gt;（&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;211 words:6191 words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ 明朝&amp;quot;;"&gt;）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8202236644304152267?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8202236644304152267/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8202236644304152267' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8202236644304152267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8202236644304152267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-review-2-6-incredible-present.html' title='Book Review 2-6 &quot;The Incredible Present&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8357157363466694623</id><published>2008-10-28T17:27:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:48:58.245+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>About Tapioka</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tapioka&lt;/span&gt;--- I love it so much. This food’s taste is nice. It is very soft. I like it, so I was walking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tapioka&lt;/span&gt; drink shop once. That time was great for me. Customer is kind of me. Especially, young children came at this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tapioka&lt;/span&gt; drink shop. However, sometimes, they bothered me. They asked me to make special and original drinks. They said their favorite fruits or tastes. It was little difficult for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I sometimes drank these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tapioka&lt;/span&gt; drink to make myself. I liked making new drinks, so I often made original recipes. Now, I don’t have a part- time job. I quit that drink shop because of move, but I am drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tapioka&lt;/span&gt; drink once two weeks at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My recommendation is mango-a shaved ice with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tapioka&lt;/span&gt; on the top. That mango is fresh and it used a lot of the pulp of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mangos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tapioka&lt;/span&gt; is black one. You can eat it at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tsuruya&lt;/span&gt;! I hope you like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(161 words:5980 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8357157363466694623?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8357157363466694623/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8357157363466694623' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8357157363466694623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8357157363466694623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-tapioka.html' title='About Tapioka'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-458378741362161356</id><published>2008-10-28T17:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:27:37.836+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>Playing the Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I like playing the piano so much. If I feel stress, I always play the piano. Playing it is very good for me. It relaxes me. I like to do it, but sometimes I can’t play the piano well. When I face such things, I play the piano as I like. It is so interesting. I’m not good at playing the piano, but I love it. My apartment doesn’t have a piano, so I can’t play the piano easily now. When I return my parent’s house, I’m going to play the piano as much as possible. I cannot wait that day from now. I want to play it and also, I want to listen to music someone played the piano. I like music, not only playing but also listening, too. Thank you for reading, and good bye! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(137 words: 5819 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-458378741362161356?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/458378741362161356/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=458378741362161356' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/458378741362161356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/458378741362161356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-piano.html' title='Playing the Piano'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-816831705840888993</id><published>2008-10-22T14:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:25:15.663+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-5 "The Emperor’s New Clothes"</title><content type='html'>I read this book that title is “The Emperor’s New Clothes”. Do you know this story? It is famous story in Japan, too. I think you have read this story once at least. When I was a little child, I read it several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is funny and it is a stupid emperor’s story. You can listen to this story with CD. Now, I’ll explain about this story… If you know this story, you needn’t read next 4 paragraphs. Please skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago, there was an emperor, and he really loved clothes. He didn’t care about other things, he only care just his clothes. He had seven thousand, three hundred and twenty-two outfits! However, he never want to wear he wore once, so he suggested his servant, Boris, to find the finest clothes-makers in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boris spend much time every day to find that person the emperor ordered, and one day, he found them, because two strangers rushed up to him and said they’re the finest clothes-makers in the world. Soon, Boris took them in a palace. Professed the finest clothes-makers in the world said they made magical clothes. According to them, these looked invisible clothes if anyone stupid saw. The emperor was very excited and he handing them a sack of money…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, those two men laughed. They couldn’t help laughing because it was a flat lie! They pretended to make clothes, but Boris couldn’t see it. Boris believed their lie, so he pretended to see that cloth, because he didn’t want to be presumed stupid. It applied other his feudatories and it same for the emperor, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emperor went out in town, there were many people. Everyone had heard that only clever people could see his clothes, so people admired his clothes in chorus, but a small child said the emperor’s got nothing on! Then, his father agreed him and faster than a spreading fire, a whisper whizzed through the crowd. As the emperor heard their whisper, he felt cold and he saw that they were right. At that time, tow cheats cackled with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very funny story. Since a long time ago, it is saying like that is an emperor says right, whatever it was wrong, it became right. This story’s interest thing is only a child could say right thing honestly. Adult have prepossession, and very know logic. In contrast children are unbiased and pure. The boy didn’t know well about logic, but he knows other things like saying what he thought right! It is very important thing to against if it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very tired to write this… It took much time…&lt;br /&gt;(445 words; total 5682 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-816831705840888993?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/816831705840888993/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=816831705840888993' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/816831705840888993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/816831705840888993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-review-2-5-emperors-new-clothes.html' title='Book Review 2-5 &quot;The Emperor’s New Clothes&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2985268659471800226</id><published>2008-10-21T17:46:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:02:45.856+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-4"Charlie and the chocolate factory"</title><content type='html'>I read this “Charlie and the chocolate factory” last week, but it was little difficult for me, but I have watched same movie once. Therefore, I could understand. Do you know this story? This story’s hero is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He is a boy and he lived with his parents and his grandfathers and grand mothers, and his family is not rich. Frankly speaking, he is poor rather than rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes chocolate and one day, he got a chance. That chance was he could go a chocolate factory!!! That chocolate factory’s owner was so strange man. At there, he met that strange owner and experience mysterious happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long story I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever rent books in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KGU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; library. It made me tired, but it was very good time for me. If you have enough time, would you try this book?&lt;br /&gt;(137 words; 5237 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2985268659471800226?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2985268659471800226/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2985268659471800226' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2985268659471800226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2985268659471800226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-review-2-4chary-and-chocolate.html' title='Book Review 2-4&quot;Charlie and the chocolate factory&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-7944454341045434295</id><published>2008-10-21T17:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:46:09.368+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay prep'/><title type='text'>School of  Rock</title><content type='html'>I had never seen this movie that title is School of Rock last week. However, I saw this movie last Friday, after last lesson. I thought it wills comedy and my idea was right. It was interesting movie. I like comedy, because comedy movies made me happy. Especially, I like a boy who played the drums in a School of Rock band. He seemed cool and cute, and I like another boy who made costumes. What’s more I like a boy who played the guitar, too. And, I like… Ah, I like every one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, this movie became one of my favorite movies. I enjoyed seeing this movie very much. I want to see this movie again, because we have to write essay about this movie. I am going to write an essay over enjoying!&lt;br /&gt;(136 words; 5100 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-7944454341045434295?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/7944454341045434295/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=7944454341045434295' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7944454341045434295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7944454341045434295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-of-rock.html' title='School of  Rock'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2956164704849949372</id><published>2008-10-15T18:08:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:30:21.792+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you answer these all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;questions&lt;/span&gt;? If you have a confidence, please challenge these questions! I hope you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was reelected the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DPJ&lt;/span&gt; head?&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was elected the prime minister in Japan in September 2008?&lt;br /&gt;3. Who said Obama is a liar?&lt;br /&gt;4. Which country was canceled military exchanges with China?&lt;br /&gt;5. What type of chemical fiber was found in chocolates made in China?&lt;br /&gt;6. What kind of fruits sales curving upward?&lt;br /&gt;7. Who told U.N of ant terror, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DPRK&lt;/span&gt; resolve in New York?&lt;br /&gt;8. What name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Matsushita&lt;/span&gt; was change?&lt;br /&gt;9. Who resigned Sunday to take the blame for a series of verbal gaffes?&lt;br /&gt;10. What was Osamu shimomura’s (he shared the 2008 Nobel Prize in chemistry) object of study?&lt;br /&gt;11. What is the bank name which was rescued by Benelux governments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;! Please check your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ozawa&lt;/span&gt; (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 09/22/2008 p5)&lt;br /&gt;A2. Taro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aso&lt;/span&gt; (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 09/25/2008 p1)&lt;br /&gt;A3. McCain (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 10/08/2008 p6)&lt;br /&gt;A.4 U.S (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 10/08/2008 p5)&lt;br /&gt;A5. Melamine (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 10/05/2008 p2)&lt;br /&gt;A6. Banana (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 09/29/2008 p3)&lt;br /&gt;A7. Taro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aso&lt;/span&gt; (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 09/27/2008 p1)&lt;br /&gt;A8.Panasonic (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 10/02/2008 p8)&lt;br /&gt;A9.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Nariaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Nakayama&lt;/span&gt; (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 09/30/2008 p4)&lt;br /&gt;A10.Jellyfish (THE DAILY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;YOMIURI&lt;/span&gt; 10/10/2008 p2)&lt;br /&gt;A11. Fortis (THE DAILY YOMIURI 09/30/2008 p4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you find collect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;? I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;(231 words; 4964 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2956164704849949372?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2956164704849949372/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2956164704849949372' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2956164704849949372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2956164704849949372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-answer-these-all-questions-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1666455186510832683</id><published>2008-10-15T10:28:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:29:54.821+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jampper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Century;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I watched a movie. This movies title was Jumper. I saw this movie alone at my apartment. This movie’ story was a man who can jump everywhere he’s seen battled peoples who didn’t think jumper was good for world.&lt;br /&gt;This story’s hero was that man who can jump. He got this power when he was 5 years old, but he didn’t know his first jump. He thought his first jump occurred when he was 15 years old. In winter, he was nearly drowned at 15 years old. Then, he jumped at library from a lake covered of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother ran away when he was 5 year-old. He didn’t think his father is good father, so he thought it was a chance for him to run away like his mother. He ran away and he stayed a hotel. At there, he thought of a not good idea; it was bank robbery. He used his power and he robbed much money from a bank without open the depository’ door. He was not arrested because there were no clue and everyone couldn’t understand the way he robbed money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years later, he backed his hometown. He went to see his old friends. He met her and he took her in Rome. She’s wanted to go there when she was a little child, so she went there with him. However, she suspected him because his act was strange and she didn’t believe he was working at bank because he didn’t like math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met a man in Rome when he was alone. The man had a special power like him. He could jump everywhere he want, too. He taught him about “Jampper” and another group they want to kill Jampers. He decided to fight it out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have interest about this movie, please see it! It was so-so good, but my friend and my sister didn’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;(317 words; 4733 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1666455186510832683?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1666455186510832683/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1666455186510832683' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1666455186510832683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1666455186510832683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-i-watched-movie.html' title='Jampper'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6398491784776079039</id><published>2008-10-15T09:37:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:29:32.001+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>My time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;How was your holiday? I spend good time. On Saturday, I took good sleep at my apartment, and watching movies. On Sunday, I went back my home town and I went to go a restaurant with my family to have a dinner. We sometimes go a restaurant and we have dinner. I like it but, I like dinner my mother made, too. After that, I went to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hikarinomori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I bought a jacket! On Monday, I backed my apartment. I listened to music and watching TV. It was pretty good for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Anyway, I want to get a part-time job. I always pick up &lt;i&gt;Get Support&lt;/i&gt; on Monday, so I have many these book magazines. I want to work at small cloth shop or general store. I have to find something part-time job as soon as possible. I’m going to find it not later than next month!!! &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(146 words; 4416 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6398491784776079039?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6398491784776079039/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6398491784776079039' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6398491784776079039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6398491784776079039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-time.html' title='My time'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4549857505840948380</id><published>2008-10-08T13:28:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:29:06.027+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-3 "The Magical Book"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOw266WLi7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/mSTPCFGVxds/s1600-h/20081008132740-707549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254635250957126578" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOw266WLi7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/mSTPCFGVxds/s320/20081008132740-707549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read this book. This story was so nice. I have never read this story, so this is first time for me to read it.&lt;br /&gt;This story is fairy tale. One day. A boy became a King. Then, he found a old book. He really wanted to read that book, but a chancellor didn’t accept to read that book because that book was not safe. He didn’t know that mean. In fact, the book was magic book. He opened the book and some animals found up the page. He enjoyed it, but one day, a dragon stepped from the book and flew away! The dragon ate everything, so a boy was utterly miserable. He decided to do something and he opened the book once more.&lt;br /&gt;Then, “Hippogriff” was found up in the book. He looked like a horse, except for one thing. He had two enormous feathery wings. They fight to the dragon, and finally, they won the dragon! Fortunately, everything that was eaten by the dragon was safe and they came back their house. And, the dragon back into the book!&lt;br /&gt;I like this story and I enjoyed reading because I have never read this story. I want to read this magic book, but I don’t want to meet the dragon like him!&lt;br /&gt;(214 words; 4270 words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4549857505840948380?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4549857505840948380/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4549857505840948380' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4549857505840948380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4549857505840948380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_08.html' title='Book Review 2-3 &quot;The Magical Book&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOw266WLi7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/mSTPCFGVxds/s72-c/20081008132740-707549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1818064859579405852</id><published>2008-10-08T10:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:28:25.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is my report. I wrote about club activities in KGU and Unitec in NZ. I wrote this report for my class. If you have nothing to do, please read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;KGU has a lot of clubs. Many of students belong to something club. We make friends in a club, and get on with other club members. We often do each club activity but, mostly, we enjoy drinking and driving with member of a club. I thought weather many clubs in Unitec like KGU or not. That is the reason why I decided to investigate about club activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First, I am going to explain about KGU Clubs activity. KGU has many clubs. Top of all clubs, there are a executive. Following the executive, there is culture clubs, club unions, sports clubs and workshops. These clubs have a leader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KGU has 22 culture clubs. For example, there is Literature Club, Tea Ceremony Club, Walking Club, and so on. About 1,000 to 1,300 students belong to these culture clubs.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There are 15 club unions, and about 500 to 700 people belong to these club unions. For example, there is Bowling Club, Resort Research Club, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;30 sports clubs are there in KGU. For example, there is volleyball Badminton club, Tennis Club, Baseball Club, and all the like. There are about 30 students per club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Finally, we have some workshops. For example, there is Geography Workshop, Marketing Workshop, Computer Workshop, and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Next, I am going to explain KGU main activity. In April, we held orientation and bidding freshman. In May, we held a big Welcome Party. In this party, we introduce freshman over drink. In June and July, we do lots club activities. For example, we go for a drive, bowling, going sea, with club members. We make many friends through our club activities. In August, we prepare our school festival and parade. These are very big festival for all clubs in KGU. They enjoy competing weather which club will be winning. We start to prepare for them before two months. In November, we held a school festival. It runs 3 days. Each club sell own food and other things. Moreover, some contest was held such as Most Beautiful Girl in KGU Contest, Most Handsome Man in KGU Contest and so on. At night of final day, we display fireworks in the night sky and make much ado with listening music. And, we can see beautiful laser beams in the night sky. In December, senior students took over pupil students. Beyond that, all clubs have each activity. Club activity is very important some KGU student’s life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In contrast, Unitec has original clubs. Next, I recite all Unitec clubs. There is USU Film Club, Outdoors Club, Village Club, The Active Film Club, Unitec Salt and Light Christian Fellowship, Football Club, Gaming Club, Squash Club, Christian Club, Vegetarian and Vegan Society, Unitec Toastmasters Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;From here, I explain about USU. The USU was formed in 1977. The main function of the USU is to uphold students’ interests, provide services and ensure that all students are being treated fairly. The USU is student-run, student-focused and forded by student money. At the USU’s core is their commitment to represent and work for their members. Their purpose is to provide a means of communication between the members and external community, to advance the welfare and social life of members.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Especially, I was interested in 3 clubs in Unitec. These are Vegetarian and Vegan Society, Unitec Salt and Light Christian Fellowship and Christian Club. So, I explain these 3 clubs contents frankly to refer Unitec home page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First, USU Vegetarian and Vegan Society is a club of animal rights and vegetarian life style. They have a potluck dinner, a film event, or a cooking class, and in offiliation with save Animals from Exploitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Next, Unitec Salt and Light Christian Fellowship’s member are student group who came from all sorts of different nationalities and church backgrounds but they are one in Christ. They meet up to pray, study God’s Word and encourage one another regularly every week. They spend some time in fellowship together, hangout, have fun. For example, they enjoy bowling, shared dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Finally, USU Christian Club’s member sing together, have lunch together on Tuesday and share from the pure word of God. Apart from providing free lunch they also offer free commentary or Bible study with 9,000 extensive footnotes to help in concerning Jesus Christ their Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In NZ, Vegetarian are account for 10 percent. In &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Vegetarian are nearly 0 percent except immigrant from other countries. Therefore, KGU has not Vegetarian Club. Moreover, Unitec has two different of Christian clubs. These seem like very similar. In fact, both are related to Christ. These are same at this point. I think people’s interest is relative to number and if people interested in, they distinct an appreciation of the shades of meaning. Therefore, I thought there are two kinds of Christian Clubs.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many kinds of clubs are related to their country. For example, these are related in religion, faith, people, culture and tradition. I can take these USU Vegetarian and Vegan Society, Unitec Salt and Light Christian Fellowship, KGU Tea Ceremony Club and KGU Calligraphy club along the lines mentioned above. Because, as has been mentioned, vegetarian are characteristic of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Western Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; and there are some vegetarian in NZ. Actually, I met some vegetarian. They like animal very much. Their main food was potato because potato is a rich food. And, Christian is religion. In NZ, Church of England are account for 14 %, Roman Catholic are 13 %, the Presbyterian Church are10 %, Methodist are 3 %, Baptist are 1 %, Irreligion or Non-responding person are 38 %.(It was survey in 2006) Like this, Christ is tie in NZ deeply. Equally, Tea ceremony and Calligraphy are traditional culture of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Both of them have a long past and these are tie in our life. In this way, I learned these points of club activity. KGU and Unitec have some clubs that is related in own country, religion, culture, tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally, my question that is main activity of Unitec was same in KGU was solved. I come to the conclusion that Unitec student enjoy not only just their club activity but also hangout, bowling and so on like KGU students. It is all I learned.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(1058 words; 4056 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1818064859579405852?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1818064859579405852/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1818064859579405852' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1818064859579405852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1818064859579405852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-my-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6655365762507950305</id><published>2008-10-08T09:45:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:27:49.774+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Colorful!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I ate cookies that were made in NZ. It was not bad but not good. That mean it was so-so. NZ’ snacks were very colorful. When I saw these snacks, I was surprised. There were many colorful food not only snacks but also drinks. There were drinks that colors were green, yellow, blue, orange and pink! I was so surprised because Japanese drink was different. However, when I drunk &lt;i&gt;Ryokucha &lt;/i&gt;in NZ, my host mother was surprised that deep green color. I thought it was difference that we fell strange was related in our country! Any way, I want to eat delicious foods in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(106 words; 2998 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6655365762507950305?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6655365762507950305/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6655365762507950305' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6655365762507950305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6655365762507950305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/colorful.html' title='Colorful!!!'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2001092636565625126</id><published>2008-10-08T09:44:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:27:18.672+09:00</updated><title type='text'>About Shrek</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I like the movie that title is Shrek. I saw the Shrek in the Swamp Karaoke Dance Party. It was very interesting and fantastic. I like their voice so much. Especially, I like Donkey’ voice. Donkey’s voice is Eddy’s voice. He is cool, so I like him and his voice. Moreover, I like Donkey’ voice in Japanese. His voice is similar as Eddy. Therefore, I could listen well. Fiona’s voice is cute. I like Cameron too. She is cute and beautiful, and of course I love her voice too! I want to see this Karaoke Dance Party in Japanese because I like Japanese casts. I like both English and Japanese casts so much. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:Century;font-size:10;"&gt;(113 words; 2892 words) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2001092636565625126?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2001092636565625126/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2001092636565625126' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2001092636565625126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2001092636565625126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-shrek.html' title='About Shrek'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6127717842592266841</id><published>2008-10-08T09:08:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:26:42.329+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>Dream and Sofa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday, I slept well. I was fell sleep at 8:00 p.m. I really like sleeping because I like have a dream. Always, I have very interesting dreams. Yesterday, I had two classes and I was finished the last class at 2: 40 p.m. After that, I was going to go to the KGU library but I didn’t go there because yesterday was cloudy. I was going to go there with one of my friends, Erika. However, we didn’t want to go there and study more. I went back my apartment as soon as possible, and I started clean my room. In cleaning, I felt so sleep, so I took a catnap on my sofa. I like my black sofa. The sofa is very useful. When I sleep at night, I use it as a bed. In fact, I want to a white one, but there were nothing white sofa-bed. Therefore, I bought this black sofa. I always use this sofa! &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(160 words; 2779 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6127717842592266841?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6127717842592266841/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6127717842592266841' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6127717842592266841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6127717842592266841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-and-sofa.html' title='Dream and Sofa'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2166283646031288144</id><published>2008-10-06T16:03:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:26:11.081+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I heard sad news on Saturday. When I heard that news, I couldn't believe and I couldn't say anything for her. One of my friend and I couldn't believe. So, we couldn't cry for him. I wish I could say good words for my friend. I'm sorry to hear that news. I'm so sorry. I want to meet you as soon as possible and say you can cry now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a new day isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(79 words; 2619 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2166283646031288144?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2166283646031288144/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2166283646031288144' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2166283646031288144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2166283646031288144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2337710941826074529</id><published>2008-10-01T10:20:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:25:39.017+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>A Cute Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOLQTip9ejI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IsNBagfwM-U/s1600-h/080928_160354-714111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251989149606312498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOLQTip9ejI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IsNBagfwM-U/s320/080928_160354-714111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I saw this cute dog the other day at up street. He is very cute. Many people took his picture. One of my friends, Risa, took his picture too. And, she gave me this picture. I dunno whether this dog is male or female. But, we are thinking he is male! If you know this dog's sex, please teach us! Any way, his sunglasses are very nice and I like his hat too☆ We were lucky to see this cute and funny dog. I want to see him again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOLQTip9ejI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IsNBagfwM-U/s1600-h/080928_160354-714111.jpg"&gt;(90 words; 2540 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2337710941826074529?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2337710941826074529/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2337710941826074529' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2337710941826074529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2337710941826074529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_01.html' title='A Cute Dog'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOLQTip9ejI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IsNBagfwM-U/s72-c/080928_160354-714111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8734698968712310195</id><published>2008-10-01T10:07:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:25:01.242+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now, I really want to eat a very delicious cake! I am wavering to go a cake-shop or tolerate to eat a cake… My sister always says “You are too fat!” I agree with her, so I have to do on a diet…may be. I decided to stop make sweets at my house! However it is difficult for me because I like cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(63 words; 2450 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8734698968712310195?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8734698968712310195/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8734698968712310195' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8734698968712310195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8734698968712310195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Cakes'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5940573782729109830</id><published>2008-10-01T09:11:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:24:32.569+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>At the 1441!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, I am wearing short-sleeved clothing because when I got up, it was sunny. I thought half- sleeved clothing is enough today. However, it was wrong. I'm feeling cold now... So, I want to go back my house as soon as possible. Today, I have two classes. I am going to go back my apartment A.S.A.P!!!&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I am seeking a part time job now. Please tell me if you know something good part-time jobs! I have lots of stuff I want to buy. For example, I want to bags, clothes, stoles, a watch, etc. So, I need much money. Always, I don’t use much money because I don’t have many things to buy. However, fall is difference! I really like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;clothes and small article in fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(128 words; 2387 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5940573782729109830?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5940573782729109830/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5940573782729109830' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5940573782729109830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5940573782729109830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-1441.html' title='At the 1441!'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3648478607604695246</id><published>2008-09-30T23:37:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:23:36.309+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOI5lrnD7OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Twxj7Vy6p74/s1600-h/20080930223121-730184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251823434991922402" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOI5lrnD7OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Twxj7Vy6p74/s320/20080930223121-730184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I read this book that title is "The Dragon and the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;." There were a dragon and a phoenix. The dragon lived beside a magic river and the phoenix lived deep inside the forest. They lived each other's place. One day, they met and they found a shiny pebble on the sand. They washed and polished it. And the pebble became a pearl. They loved it and treat it very carefully. But, the Queen of Heaven saw the pearl because the pearl shone brighter than stars and the sun. She wanted to that pearl and she sent a guard to steal it. In the morning, the dragon and the phoenix was surprised because, the pearl was gone. They looked in a river and the dark forest but, they couldn't find there. Then, they find it in the sky. They quarreled with the queen. At the time, the pearl fell from the sky. It became a shiny lake and the dragon and the phoenix lay beside the lake and, and they are still there&lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I enjoyed reading this book very much. I was surprised when I read last sentence. It was that the dragon and phoenix are still there. I thought it is fantastic story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(205 words; 2259 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3648478607604695246?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3648478607604695246/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3648478607604695246' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3648478607604695246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3648478607604695246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-read-this-book-that-title-is-dragon.html' title='Book Review 2-2'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SOI5lrnD7OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Twxj7Vy6p74/s72-c/20080930223121-730184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-7131740897147468330</id><published>2008-09-27T11:42:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:22:58.710+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay prep'/><title type='text'>About Shrek</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I really like this movie 'Shrek.' I have this movie in my house. When I was a high school student, I went to a movie theater with my friends. We enjoyed seeing that movie with delicious pop corn! After that, we took a photo and ate ice creams. It was special ice cream because it was made imaging Shrek' characters!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(60 words; 2054 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-7131740897147468330?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/7131740897147468330/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=7131740897147468330' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7131740897147468330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7131740897147468330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-review-shrek_27.html' title='About Shrek'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-527278958774356953</id><published>2008-09-27T11:02:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:22:27.424+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I read this book that title is "Clever Rabbit and the Lion." I introduce this book. Long time ago, there was a lion. He had very big paws and sharp claws. He thought he was a king of that jungle. He was haughty, so haughty. He wanted to eat all animals except him. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Other animals didn't like him and they frightened about him because that lion was very big and he had great paws and claws. They feared to eaten by him. But, there was a clever rabbit. He said he had a plan. Next day, he came up at the lion. Soon, the lion said he want to eat him. But, the rabbit said to him there are another great lion in that jungle. The haughty lion was suspected. He thought he is a only lion in that jungle. The rabbit want on to say, another lion is greater. The rabbit led the haughty lion to the deep and wide river. The rabbit said a great lion was lived there. The haughty lion looked into the deep river; he found a lion on that river. However, of course, it was his face. His face was reflected on that river like a reflex mirror, but the lion didn't realize. He leaped in the river... and he was nearly drowned. He said help me but there were no animals to help him. The lion was never came back that jungle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I thought the lion is poor. I can't say anything about this story because it is difficult for me to say about it. I like happy end but it is not real happy end for me. I wish this lion was helped by animals and he changed, after that, they lived together happily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(292 words; 1994 words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SN2UHmxm29I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EOhVCSjpg80/s1600-h/20080927110111-726095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250515598972476370" style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SN2UHmxm29I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EOhVCSjpg80/s320/20080927110111-726095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-527278958774356953?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/527278958774356953/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=527278958774356953' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/527278958774356953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/527278958774356953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_27.html' title='Book Review 2-1'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SN2UHmxm29I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EOhVCSjpg80/s72-c/20080927110111-726095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2197466914163266901</id><published>2008-09-26T21:54:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:21:46.723+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Yesterday, I made a pudding because I wanted to eat a pudding suddenly. But, I didn't have strainer. So, I couldn't strain. And, I didn't have much time then. Therefore, I decided to use a microwave. It took about 3 minutes. After that, it chilled in a fridge. I thought it wasn't enough. I made caramel sauce and put it on a pudding. It looks not good but taste was not bad. I want to make other tastes puddings. I will make puddings tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(84 words; 1702 words)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SNzbgXqjahI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K07usAHPKX8/s1600-h/20080925202355-765205.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2197466914163266901?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2197466914163266901/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2197466914163266901' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2197466914163266901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2197466914163266901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_26.html' title='Pudding'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3735744200741571469</id><published>2008-09-24T13:26:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:20:33.757+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful building</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SNnBkN4ReeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JB1yAIAljmE/s1600-h/20080823161548-716127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249439668622162402" style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SNnBkN4ReeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JB1yAIAljmE/s320/20080823161548-716127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SNnBkNdX14I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CGt8ctHvSx8/s1600-h/20080823161656-716529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249439668509333378" style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SNnBkNdX14I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CGt8ctHvSx8/s320/20080823161656-716529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; I like western buildings. These are so beautiful buildings. These two pictures were taken by me in New Zealand. I took them in August. Can you see the under one? It is Bank. It is very different in Japanese one. Don't you think so? Any way, I like beautiful buildings like them.&lt;br /&gt;（52 words;1618 words）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3735744200741571469?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3735744200741571469/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3735744200741571469' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3735744200741571469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3735744200741571469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Beautiful building'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SNnBkN4ReeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JB1yAIAljmE/s72-c/20080823161548-716127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1654148639261618565</id><published>2008-09-24T09:47:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:03:14.180+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today is first Writing class. I really enjoyed summer vacation, so I am little nervous.  Writing blog is hard for me, don't you think so? But, I like look around other people's blogs. Many students’ blog are so beautiful. I like theirs blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I went to shopping with one of my friend yesterday. She drove at “Kurea” and “Paruco”. We enjoyed shopping and driving. After that, we had much time because we went shopping at morning. We hung out long time. Then, we met a man. He was a hairdresser. He said he cut ours hair free.  We were happy to hear that, and we went to his beauty salon. My friend had hers hair cut short! She became cuter, but I hadn't my hair cut short because I didn't have courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(134 words; 1566 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1654148639261618565?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1654148639261618565/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1654148639261618565' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1654148639261618565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1654148639261618565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1241372433808908998</id><published>2008-09-18T11:43:00.022+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:18:48.479+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NZ'/><title type='text'>Wed.06/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, we went to the St. Lukes Shopping mall. I like shopping very much, but I had little anxiety. That is fear of money. I didn't have confidence to use money easily. However, my anxiety was gone easily. Using money is easy. I really enjoyed shopping with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;First, we ate break fast; sand witch, cake, orange juice. It was good but too big. We couldn't eat all. After that, we started shopping; we looked around from ground floor to first floor. There are many cloth shops, but we couldn't find good and cute cloth. Long time, we tried finding good one. Finally, my friend I bought one cloth.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we ate an ice cream. I like Japanese food than that of NZ but, ice cream is delicious like Japanese. What's more to say, I like NZ' ice creams because one scoop is too enough and little cheap. Especially, I like mango taste. I ate mango ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;From afternoon, we studied at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Unitec&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We enjoyed conversation and game.&lt;br /&gt;Today is also nice like yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(177 words;1432 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1241372433808908998?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1241372433808908998/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1241372433808908998' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1241372433808908998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1241372433808908998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/wed060808.html' title='Wed.06/08/08'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4931092649347378939</id><published>2008-09-18T11:43:00.020+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:17:39.392+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NZ'/><title type='text'>Thu.07/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, we went to Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tarlton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Underwater World. Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tarlton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a public aquarium in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Auckland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, in NZ. It reproduced that the life of the South Pole on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beginning of the century. We saw some stuff in those centuries like books, clothes, and heater and so on. We felt real life style of 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; century. I made a deep impression.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we saw a lot of living fish and penguins. There is a tube tunnel, and fish are swimming on the outside calmly. We could see that view standing on the automatic road.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the penguin’s room. That penguin’s room is special room because they live only cold land. We visited them getting on the attraction. It was exciting attraction. We got on the attraction to separate some groups. Penguins were so cute, they stood in iceberg. There were some kinds of penguins.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we looked around a souvenir shop. We bought some souvenirs for our friends in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I learned some fish's name. We went back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Unitec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the afternoon, and started studying. Today, we talked about Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tarlton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with our teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(192 words;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4931092649347378939?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4931092649347378939/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4931092649347378939' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4931092649347378939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4931092649347378939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/thu070808.html' title='Thu.07/08/08'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5571681388049754674</id><published>2008-09-18T11:43:00.019+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:17:06.109+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NZ'/><title type='text'>Tue.05/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, I went to Auckland City Tour and &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sky&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Auckland&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was so nice. There were very beautiful and many old buildings. I was excited that time. We went there at the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sky&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It is 328 meters and this tower is the tallest tower southern Hemisphere. There are two famous attractions.&lt;br /&gt;One is Sky Jump. We can jump from height of 192 meter and we fall 14 seconds by per hour about 85 kilometers. It is little differs from bum gee jump; it is not lifted up to the top and bottom.&lt;br /&gt;The other is Vertigo Climb. It is a little tour to goes up in the ladder for about 15 minutes up to the height about 300 meters as for the inside of the sky tower steeple.&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn't try both of them because these seem scary. Moreover, we didn't have enough time to try them but, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sky&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was good if I didn't do these two attractions. We enjoyed watching scenery and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sky&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to use landscape. That scene was beautiful. I love this view. I thought it may more beautiful at the night. I want to sea night view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was nice for me. This is first time for me to see &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Auckland&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I want to go there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(222 words;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5571681388049754674?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5571681388049754674/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5571681388049754674' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5571681388049754674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5571681388049754674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/tue050808.html' title='Tue.05/08/08'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5259133193410512798</id><published>2008-09-05T10:11:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:11:48.728+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NZ'/><title type='text'>Mon. 04/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today was first day for us to take a class in NZ. I was looking forward to taking a class. People' pronunciations who live in NZ are different we learned. It is difficult for me to understand but interesting. I want to become to understand these NZ pronunciations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I slept late... But, I could go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unitec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in time. Mrs. Fay gave me a lift to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unitec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and gave me some snacks. I said to her 'thank you' and 'good by.' After that, we took orientation and English test. I was sleepy at that English test. I couldn't well at that test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native English is very fast. I can't understand what they say easily. I was confused... However, the people who live in here are very kind. They teach me English slowly and how to use money. Everything was interesting for me. I decided to learn English with enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great. I ate big chicken and lots boiled potatoes. Surprisingly, Fay drinks only Coke. Every time she drinks Coke. I wanted to drink water or green tea. I think I'll get weight certainly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(186 words; 841 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5259133193410512798?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5259133193410512798/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5259133193410512798' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5259133193410512798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5259133193410512798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-040808.html' title='Mon. 04/08/08'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-530978328909544476</id><published>2008-09-05T09:04:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:11:02.954+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NZ'/><title type='text'>Fri. 02(03)/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was long time for me to get on a plane. We left KGU at 6:00 am. And we were arrived the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at 8:00 am. Then, we got on a plane and it took us the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; about 5 hours. When we arrived there, we were little tired. And, we had 6 hours free time. We ate light meal and enjoyed shopping in the Sin. Airport. I was surprised the airport because Sin. Airport was very big and had many shops. Moreover, there were all sorts of people in the world. I was excited and couldn't wait to go NZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the free time, we got on a plane again. We had to sleep in the plane. However, it was exciting trip except to sleep in the plane. I watched some movies and listened music. These were the latest movies. We talked about plane, sky, in-flight meal and NZ. We had expectation of NZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we were arrived &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Auckland&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at 10:45(it is NZ time). Immigration formalities were rigidity. Some people was took another room, but it was no problem! After that, we left for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Unitec&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We commute to this university during a month. Then, we met our host families. My host mother' name is Fay. She is elderly and kind woman. That's a load off my mind. In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, I wrote that I hope a family with a child over 5 years old. All of KGU students who go to NZ wrote like this. However, my host family was only her. No, she and her 3 cats was my family. Surprisingly, there were 3 cats in her house. She really likes cats. Any way, however there was no child, I like her so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(290 words; 655 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-530978328909544476?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/530978328909544476/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=530978328909544476' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/530978328909544476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/530978328909544476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/09/fri-02030808.html' title='Fri. 02(03)/08/08'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-427734758825751704</id><published>2008-08-11T08:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:10:17.613+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;&lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="COLOR: rgb(128,205,230)"&gt;I went shopping with one of my friends, Mari on Saturday. We went to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Lynn&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mall&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. There is big shopping mall. I really like shopping. We enjoyed shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At lunch, we ate Sushi! We like &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; so much. However, we want to eat Japanese food. Especially, we want to eat rice, Sushi and miso-soup. I thought Sushi' cost is higher than Japanese one. Nevertheless, we ate Sushi because Sushi is very delicious. Don't you think so? We enjoyed the lunch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After the lunch, we started shopping again. There were lots of things. After all, I bought a hat and breads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we went to shopping again but I went to shopping with another my friend. My host mother took us there. I ate a strawberry doughnut. It was delicious. I like doughnuts so much. I bought a vest and some foods. I want to buy rice some day! After shipping, I went back to New Lynn by bus and from there, I started walking. My holiday was great. I like &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:black;"&gt;(174 words; 365 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/335578901130192271-427734758825751704?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/427734758825751704/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=427734758825751704' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/427734758825751704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/427734758825751704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2078704585781897308</id><published>2008-08-11T08:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:09:18.755+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday, I tried to back my host mother' house by my self. It was first time for me. I have thought I could go back there by my self. However, I lost the way soon... I didn't know where I was. So, I asked a woman where was I. She was a very kind woman. She taught me how to go to my host mother' house. I said thank you and started walking again. After 30 minutes, I met her again. She taught me the way again and took me near my host mother' house. I was very happy when I found the house. I said thank you again and again. She was gone with her smile. I can't possibility put my appreciation into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(125 words; 191 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2078704585781897308?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2078704585781897308/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2078704585781897308' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2078704585781897308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2078704585781897308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-my-way.html' title='Lost my way'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6202780549631391247</id><published>2008-08-08T12:56:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:00:59.681+09:00</updated><title type='text'>In NZ</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm in NZ. There are very good country. I live in near New Lynn. New Lynn is very beautiful place. My host mother is kind for me. Don't worry about me, Chie.  The people who live in here are very kind and friendly. I like them very much. We are going many places and eating some foods! I want to show you!!!  See you later.&lt;br /&gt;(66 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6202780549631391247?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6202780549631391247/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6202780549631391247' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6202780549631391247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6202780549631391247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-nz.html' title='In NZ'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1881561681524928459</id><published>2008-07-11T17:37:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:59:51.813+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikarinomori</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm in "Hikarinomori"!!! Today, I'm going to buy a suitcase. I want to it so much because I'm going to go N.Z. this summer. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping, I bought a suitcase and a pair of glasses. I spend lot of money today... I am going to get a part time job until this October!&lt;br /&gt;（57 words; 11992 words）　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1881561681524928459?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1881561681524928459/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1881561681524928459' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1881561681524928459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1881561681524928459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-i-in.html' title='Hikarinomori'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-4713844303185753769</id><published>2008-07-09T14:52:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:59:06.321+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shaved Ice With Syrup on The Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHRSEvrJ6oI/AAAAAAAAADs/IVFxmGV68u0/s1600-h/20080709132907-738587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220888109499673218" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHRSEvrJ6oI/AAAAAAAAADs/IVFxmGV68u0/s320/20080709132907-738587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to "Joyful" after lunch time with my sister. Today is so hot and humid. I can't stand it! So, we ordered two shaved ices. These flavors were mango and soda pop. But, these were too big. We surprised. We couldn't eat all. But, it was delicious. I treated my sister. Please give back to me my money... It is just a kidding. However, I want to earn much money. Now, I don’t have part time job. I spend all time my hobby, housework and sometimes studying. I should do part time job. When I return in Japan, I will start part time job!&lt;br /&gt;(106 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-4713844303185753769?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/4713844303185753769/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=4713844303185753769' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4713844303185753769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/4713844303185753769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_09.html' title='A Shaved Ice With Syrup on The Top'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHRSEvrJ6oI/AAAAAAAAADs/IVFxmGV68u0/s72-c/20080709132907-738587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-539480801883185180</id><published>2008-07-08T18:27:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:10:20.828+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-15"The Frog Prince"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHMzDZFhAuI/AAAAAAAAADk/-tQ_nea-RQM/s1600-h/20080702083658-761722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220572526419182306" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHMzDZFhAuI/AAAAAAAAADk/-tQ_nea-RQM/s320/20080702083658-761722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read “The Frog Prince” yesterday. This book comes with a CD. I really enjoyed reading this book over CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was fantasy tale. There was a princess. She was furious and selfish girl. She had a bad problem. The problem was that her father (as it were called King) decided her husband already. She didn’t want to marry him because he was smelly and smug and slimier than a frog. I agree with her. I can’t marry my parents decide. We should decide our marriage partner ourselves, but, in fact, she was not mentioned about this. She worried about his looks and physical problem. She said the King (her father) she couldn’t marry him and she has never wanted to marry him. Then, the King said if she finds another prince until tomorrow morning, she never marries him. The king thought she’ll never find a prince in that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so cross, she didn’t see the wobbly stone and she dropped her golden ball. Then, a frog came up and begun talking. She was surprised because she has never seen a frog who can speak. He said to her he bring her golden ball. However, he suggested some things. She accepted at once, because she thought it were in his dream… She was not kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog seeks her golden ball and gave her it. Immediately, she robbed and escaped her castle. The night, when she and her family took dinner, the door was rung. There was the frog. She taught the course her father. He welcomed the frog. However, it was not good for her. She wasn’t like the frog, because frog was ugly and slimier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, she picked him up and threw out of her window. Then, she suddenly realized what she had done. She thought sorry and wanted she hasn’t killed him. In fortunately, the frog wasn’t died. She regretted about her behave. She was apologized the frog and kissed him! Then, surprisingly, the frog turned into a prince. He was so handsome prince. He thanked to her kiss. It was broken a spell. He asked her what he should do for her. She said to him to marry her and he accepted. I couldn’t believe! Was it happy for him? I hope it was good choice for him.&lt;br /&gt;(386 words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-539480801883185180?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/539480801883185180/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=539480801883185180' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/539480801883185180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/539480801883185180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_08.html' title='Book Review 1-15&quot;The Frog Prince&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHMzDZFhAuI/AAAAAAAAADk/-tQ_nea-RQM/s72-c/20080702083658-761722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6776912915289449552</id><published>2008-07-07T18:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:10:38.259+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-14 "Ponocchio"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I read Pinocchio some days ago. Do you know this story? I think you know it, may be. The story was a puppet that was made by a piece of wood story. He is a puppet, but he can speak and has feelings. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The person who made this puppet named him Pinocchio. He loved Pinocchio and always cherished him. Pinocchio wanted to be real boy, but one day he was spelled by a fairy. The spell was that as he tells a lie, his nose grew longer. One day, he met his father. That place they met was so strange. Surprisingly, there were inside a shark! They tried escape from inside the shark… And at last, Pinocchio became a real boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pinocchio was known for many people in the world. He under go many things and at last, he became a real boy. It was good either him or his father. I thought to tell a lie was not good. But, not all lies are bad. Sometimes, we tell a lie for them sake. But, I don’t like to tell a lie and was taught a lie. Any way, the story was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  (193 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6776912915289449552?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6776912915289449552/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6776912915289449552' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6776912915289449552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6776912915289449552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/book-review-1-14-ponocchio.html' title='Book Review 1-14 &quot;Ponocchio&quot;'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-7830010583758392626</id><published>2008-07-07T00:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:47:08.533+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHDhHRM190I/AAAAAAAAADc/PKWrllXEDok/s1600-h/20080705163305-713612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHDhHRM190I/AAAAAAAAADc/PKWrllXEDok/s320/20080705163305-713612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919483115009858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHDhHRM190I/AAAAAAAAADc/PKWrllXEDok/s1600-h/20080705163305-713612.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kikuchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Park. It looks so beautiful. Please go there at once if you like playing sports.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ 明朝&amp;quot;;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I want to play sports with you. If you have enough time, let’s go there with me!!! And, let’s talk about something over what you like or what your favorite things and about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;KGU&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. (53 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-7830010583758392626?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/7830010583758392626/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=7830010583758392626' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7830010583758392626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7830010583758392626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SHDhHRM190I/AAAAAAAAADc/PKWrllXEDok/s72-c/20080705163305-713612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3458453453809873105</id><published>2008-07-05T17:25:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:00:35.174+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SG8v6CI7XXI/AAAAAAAAACw/0Y1XR18RkHs/s1600-h/20080705165319-712064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219443167198928242" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SG8v6CI7XXI/AAAAAAAAACw/0Y1XR18RkHs/s320/20080705165319-712064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I backed my home. Yesterday, I baked in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kikuchi&lt;/span&gt; city and I’ll return my apartment tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tsutaya&lt;/span&gt; and next, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kikuchi&lt;/span&gt; Park. I went there with my sister and my mother. We played badminton. My sister and I was member of badminton club when we were elementary school students. We enjoyed playing badminton while about 2 hours and half minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we caught the sun… That not good! I liable to catch the sun but I like playing outside. But, I don’t like running!!! When I was a child, I was belonged track and field club once. It was so hard and not interesting. I felt badminton was better rather than running. So, I returned badminton club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hate play sports but playing the musical instruments are more interesting for me. In other words, I like both. Today’s evening was sports day for my sister, and I and today’s night was music time for me! I am going to play the piano!!! And, tomorrow, I will go shopping! After that, I’m going to start studying...probably☆★☆&lt;br /&gt;（189words）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3458453453809873105?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3458453453809873105/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3458453453809873105' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3458453453809873105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3458453453809873105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_05.html' title='Sports!'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SG8v6CI7XXI/AAAAAAAAACw/0Y1XR18RkHs/s72-c/20080705165319-712064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-203993851510635432</id><published>2008-07-05T13:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:35:37.228+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm very happy now because Risa and I passed secretarial exam!!! The exam was level two! We are so glad now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I may be failing it because I didn't have much time to study it. I couldn't study at my apartment... So, I listened to what our teacher says and pay attention in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm appreciating this miracle and I hope my other friends passed too. I heard one of my friends Risa passed it!!! Great!!! I really happy you passed it. I felt relief at the news. Any way, I'm going to go Tsutaya from now. See you soon :)&lt;br /&gt;（104 words）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-203993851510635432?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/203993851510635432/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=203993851510635432' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/203993851510635432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/203993851510635432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome.html' title='Awesome!!!!'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6959968590666427417</id><published>2008-07-04T22:04:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:54:03.927+09:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>Summer comes soon. I have a lot of things I want to do. Especially, I want to learn English this summer in N.Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m poor at English till now. English is my weak point. When I was a junior and high school student, English was my weak point. I can’t understand English grammar, but I don’t dislike English. English is cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I wanted to go prefectural University of Kumamoto and major in synthetic subjects. I like Japanese and it is my good point, I think. Therefore, I thought aim to enter PKU and major in Japanese at first. But, I didn’t have clear future dream. So, I decided to major in synthetic subjects if I can pass the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I failed that center exams. Japanese was best for me. I often got good score, but English’s score was bad…  However, I couldn’t get high score at that exam. I was disappointed and I thought I mustn’t enter the PUK University. I want to go university in Kumamoto. So, I took KGU entrance examination because I heard English course is interesting and high quality of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m majoring in English in KGU and enjoying. I am going to learn English harder. It is my objective.     &lt;br /&gt;(208 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6959968590666427417?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6959968590666427417/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6959968590666427417' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6959968590666427417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6959968590666427417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-2847540045439095622</id><published>2008-07-02T09:39:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:43:36.109+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentation'/><title type='text'>Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dcwckfk6_65q3ztrjhj' frameborder='0' width='410' height='342'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/TomeiWed/Keiko.N.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-2847540045439095622?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/2847540045439095622/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=2847540045439095622' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2847540045439095622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/2847540045439095622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/presentation.html' title='Presentation'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-7515862895517827930</id><published>2008-07-02T09:03:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:46:06.194+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer vacation plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a plan of summer vacation. I want to go summer festival in July. I like fire works because there are very beautiful! And, I am going to go NZ in August. I'm going to stay there during a month. I want to watch many beautiful places and go shopping and talking in English! I have a lot of to do I want. I have high expectation about my home stay but I have anxiety about it. Do my English get through to them? Do I live alone in NZ? Do I lose my way in NZ even if I lose my way in Kumamoto...? I hope my trip become well. So, I'm going to study harder!&lt;br /&gt;(119 words; total 11098 )&lt;/span&gt;&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/335578901130192271-7515862895517827930?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/7515862895517827930/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=7515862895517827930' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7515862895517827930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7515862895517827930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-vacation-plans.html' title='Summer vacation plans'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1013125358550111218</id><published>2008-07-02T09:02:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:04:36.413+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What I think about blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogging is so hard for me, because I don't have a computer. I wrote this once before. But, it is very big problem. I think people who don’t have a computer think like me. Watching other people's blog is very interesting, but book review and essay are hard. However, I like reading books. I am enjoying reading books at my apartment at night. Reading books is good because I read a book wherever I am. But, blogging is not easy, because it needs PC. I want to buy a PC or my Pc back from my sister!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(99 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1013125358550111218?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1013125358550111218/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1013125358550111218' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1013125358550111218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1013125358550111218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-i-think-about-blogging.html' title='What I think about blogging'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-6716648265563226723</id><published>2008-07-01T20:15:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:25:08.113+09:00</updated><title type='text'>All about my keitai</title><content type='html'>I am using a cell phone of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;docomo&lt;/span&gt; F905i. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;keitai's&lt;/span&gt; color is deep pink! My strap is made by bead and I gave it from my sister. I liked my ex-cell phone, but it was broken recently. I was very sad. So, I bought a new cell hone. However, I can't use my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;keitai&lt;/span&gt; well. I don't like read manual book. Whenever I try to read the manual book, I always get sleepy and sleep easily. I watched TV by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;keitai&lt;/span&gt; once in a while. But, I think TV is better rather than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;keitai&lt;/span&gt;. I often talk with my family to use it. I like this time very much!&lt;br /&gt;(115 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-6716648265563226723?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/6716648265563226723/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=6716648265563226723' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6716648265563226723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/6716648265563226723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-about-my-keitai.html' title='All about my keitai'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3815168593203196750</id><published>2008-07-01T20:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:15:16.177+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Using the computer, good points and bad points</title><content type='html'>I think using the computer has many good points and bad points. First, I explain about good points. As I using the computer, I can find mistake easily and I learn how to use a computer. I think it is very good for me. Moreover, I know other people character to watch their blogs by a computer. Second, I am going to explain about bad points using computer. Big bad point is using the computer is so difficult for me. Whenever I use the computer, I have a trouble. I don't like to use a computer. Next bad point is I can't use the computer frequently because I don't have a computer. So, I can’t post on my blog on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;(125 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3815168593203196750?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3815168593203196750/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3815168593203196750' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3815168593203196750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3815168593203196750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/using-computer-good-points-and-bad.html' title='Using the computer, good points and bad points'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-5412360187357336408</id><published>2008-07-01T20:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:14:16.617+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite movie and movies</title><content type='html'>I like watching movies. Especially, I like Disney movie. All of these are very fantastic stories. I love them. Anyway, I like foreign movies. For example, I like “Taxi”, “High school musical” and 2nd series of this. I watched many movies, but I can't choose what the best movie is for me. I like happy end and comedy, because it makes me very happy. I watch impressed movie. Almost of them is good story but sad. So, on of my friends said to me let's go a theater to watch “Koizora”. But, I refused. I read this story when I was a high school student. I thought I must cry. Therefore I didn't watch that movie.&lt;br /&gt;(119 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-5412360187357336408?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/5412360187357336408/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=5412360187357336408' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5412360187357336408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/5412360187357336408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-favorite-movie-and-movies.html' title='My favorite movie and movies'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-8723626252409050422</id><published>2008-07-01T20:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:13:12.624+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Countries</title><content type='html'>I am interested in foreign countries. I want to go other countries. So, I am going to go N.Z. this summer to advantage of this university program. I am looking forward to seeing my host family and many people. I like music, foods, fashion and so on. I learn about it, and I want to see lots of things. I have many things I want to do. I want to go shopping, school, cafe, restaurant, sightseeing,　etc. I can't wait! So, I decide to study more because I want to talk my family in good English. I'm going to study English every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(106 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-8723626252409050422?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/8723626252409050422/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=8723626252409050422' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8723626252409050422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/8723626252409050422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/foreign-countries.html' title='Foreign Countries'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-3574469709797221999</id><published>2008-07-01T20:10:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:43:33.495+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Essay 1-7 Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Two weeks ago, I watched a movie. The title was Pocahontas. It produced by Disney. I read a book which written about Pocahontas. But, the story was not happy end. I felt so sad. So, I decided to watch another story of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This story was made based on history. It was about 1960.  Pocahontas is girl. She lived in Virginia. She has black hair and black eyes. She was beautiful. Another main hero was John. He came to Virginia to find a new world in the west. And they met soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not same people, because they were not same skin color. However, they loved each other. I think skin color is not important because they are same people. There are no different people in the world. They are same. They have hart, feeling, and so on. No different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Pocahontas’ father was not allowed them love. I think it was wrong. But, in those days, it was common judge. During watch this movie, I felt very excited. One thing happened, and it made John Smith so danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was end happily. It was different point that of book. I felt so good because I like happy end! But, I thought in the real world, it was not always end up happily. So, I felt reality by the book. However, I like this movie. After all, everything is happy are so good!!! I thought war is bad because it hurt all people. I hope war never happen in the world and stopping now war somewhere in the world. I hope everyone makes happy and always smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(269 words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-3574469709797221999?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/3574469709797221999/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=3574469709797221999' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3574469709797221999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/3574469709797221999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/essay-1-7-movie-review_01.html' title='Essay 1-7 Movie Review'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-1465457690661180229</id><published>2008-07-01T20:10:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:43:13.728+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Essay 6 ２０２８ Self introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello. My name is Keiko Nakamori. I am thirty nine years old now. I am living in N.Z. now. I went to N.Z when I was a KGU University student. I went there with my friends in August. I lived there a month. I made a lot of friend there and I decided to live here in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have two children. I have a boy and a girl. They are very cute. My husband is very kind man. I met him in Japan. He is working in America now. So, I can't meet him everyday but I love him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am working at a school in NZ and I am teaching how to play the piano for children and teaching Japanese. I like my job. I wanted to be rich when I was a child and live happily forever. Now, I have enough money to live. But I am satisfying. My life is very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often went back in Japan and meet my families. They are very good connection now. I love them now. My sister married Kazuya. He is very cool. I like him very much. They got married in Japan. Of course, I joined it. That celebration was great. I had impression. When I saw their face with happy, I decided to marry. That judge was correct. I have a very cute children and I became a mother. I can't believe because I didn't want to marry when I was a child.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My life is so good for me. When I graduated KGU University, I went to N.Z soon. My family didn't agree my judge. Now, I understand their feelings. Now, I am a mother. But I don't regret my choice. It was correct. No mistake. I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(296 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-1465457690661180229?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/1465457690661180229/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=1465457690661180229' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1465457690661180229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/1465457690661180229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/essay-1-7-movie-review.html' title='Essay 6 ２０２８ Self introduction'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335578901130192271.post-7367363470730370808</id><published>2008-07-01T19:22:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:11:13.287+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SGoFU5BBEGI/AAAAAAAAACg/O-V2O7ysUf8/s1600-h/20080701192143-731799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217988974722748514" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SGoFU5BBEGI/AAAAAAAAACg/O-V2O7ysUf8/s320/20080701192143-731799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was read the book which title was “AlADDIN &amp;amp; HIS MAGICAL LAMP.” I was read this book in Japanese, but I’ve never read in English. So, I lend this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was famous story in the world. Do you know this book too? I hope you so because I won’t to write details as book review number 12. It was little tired. I spend much time…&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, today, I introduce this story frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fantasy story. Aladdin, two Jennies, professed Aladdin’ uncle Abanazar, his brother and a princess Badr was main character. Aladdin was deceived Abanazar, but he got a special lamp and ring as good luck would have it. The lamp and ring inhabited Jennies. He made rich man and marry Badr thanks for Jennies help. But, Abanazar and his brother came to deprive for him the lamp. But, he and Badr killed them and live with happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Do you understand my frankly introducing? I hope so. They killed a person who hinder of them and got happy. That sounds was not good. I was surprised when they killed them easily. It was not good. But, last page’ their smile was looked very happy. I felt terrified of their smile by contraries. I knew their feelings. Abanazar and his brother was hindrance to them. But, to kill was worst thing, I thought. When I read this story in Japanese, Abanazar’s brother was not died. Probably I think so. He was lost in a flying pares and never come back earth… Let me see… anyway, he was might be dying. I don’t know whether he was dead or no! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Anyway, in either event he was poor man like Abanazar. I’m felt sorry about what had happened to them. But, like this story always evil was gone and hero became happy. “That’s the way of life the world,” one of my friends said me when I said about this story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;(322 words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335578901130192271-7367363470730370808?l=keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/feeds/7367363470730370808/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335578901130192271&amp;postID=7367363470730370808' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7367363470730370808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335578901130192271/posts/default/7367363470730370808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiko-nakamori.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_01.html' title='Book Review 1-13'/><author><name>Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10285400845303640572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cMMz4iYjVq0/SGoFU5BBEGI/AAAAAAAAACg/O-V2O7ysUf8/s72-c/20080701192143-731799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
