<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:43:53.769+09:00</updated><category term='TYPING'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Journal'/><category term='Old Movie Review'/><category term='essay'/><category term='book review 2'/><category term='book review3'/><category term='Journal２'/><category term='Journal3'/><category term='life'/><category term='book review'/><title type='text'>s2s3---(●’∀’●)---s3s2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2001407879205101842</id><published>2010-07-24T19:39:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:15:24.106+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>My friend came back!</title><content type='html'>My best friend from High School just came back to Japan from New Zealand. Her name is Narumi, and we have been really close friends from our High School days. When she was in New Zealand, I went to see her on Summer Vacation, and stayed with her about two weeks! She had school, but she took me so many places. We had a lot of fun! Now she is in Japan I went to her house and we made Chijimi. We ate a lot. She is staying overnight next Wednesday, I’m looking forward it. (95 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2001407879205101842?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2001407879205101842/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2001407879205101842' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2001407879205101842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2001407879205101842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='My friend came back!'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6004435025202275858</id><published>2010-07-22T11:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:45:12.881+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>CLASSES ENDED</title><content type='html'>The classes ended! I’m so happy that I don’t have classes anymore! However, we have the tests next week, but I’m still happy because we have summer vacation after the tests. We have no school about a month and half. I got so many things to do like, going to see, going to the trip, going to the softball practice, and I must be working on my Sotsuron. I want to write really nice one, so I will do my best! I also have my friend’s wedding. It is my first time to go to my friend’s wedding. Her name is Hidemi, and we are friends from Junior High School. I can’t believe that she is just going to marry because we are only 22 years old. However I’m really looking forward to see her wedding dress look. (138 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6004435025202275858?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6004435025202275858/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6004435025202275858' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6004435025202275858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6004435025202275858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/07/classes-ended.html' title='CLASSES ENDED'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1025167683548577426</id><published>2010-07-16T11:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:06:46.595+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Masumi's, Taiki's, and Yu's ESSAY</title><content type='html'>What’s up my friends and welcome to our essay’s. it is a great essay’s  so masumi’s one , taiki’s one and U’s essay. This long Essay is mixed by our great Essay's. &lt;br /&gt;      We are going to introduce about my school. The name is Kumamoto Gakuen University. This university is also known as KGU. They have often changed the name. At first, K.G.U. wasn’t called K.G.U. It was called Eastern Language Technical College, and it was built in 1942. Then they changed the name from Eastern Language Technical College to Kumamoto Language Technical College in 1945. In 1952, they changed the name to K.S.U., again, and added the department of commercial science. After that, they added the Economics Department, and when Foreign Language Department and Social Welfare Department were added, they changed the name to K.G.U. Now, we have about four faculties and about thirteen departments. We are in English Department in this university. The unit is necessary to graduate. We must have more than128 units. We have a test in the latter half of July. We should be studying for the exams. There is summer vacation when the test ends. There is summer vacation for about two months. We are looking forward very much. We can learn a lot at the university.&lt;br /&gt;We think the university life is very important time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Our university has a lot of students. We meet different students every day.　Therefore,   every day it is fresh. It was able to meet a lot of friends by getting into college, but I can’t move to next class because of the too many people at lunch time. This is a kind of negative point, but a good thing for us is that this university is very cheaper school expanse than other private university in Kumamoto, and it has more charm point. &lt;br /&gt;First of all, circles are famous. One of us joined the circle. His circle is an amusement park research team. They are acting on Wednesday every week. They don't go to the amusement park so much. They drive and play sports. They are also acting with various circles. They have various friends through the circle activities. We think that the circle of the university is important. The biggest event for students who join the circle is TAKUMASAI. We have TAKUMASAI on October 29th and 30th, and we prepare for it from morning to evening. They seem very busy, but they enjoy working with their friends. We have the festival two days, and the student exhibits a lot of shops. One of us, Taiki made the tapioca, and a lot of people bought it. He wants to do the yakitori shop this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Next, there is a school cafeteria at the university. There are a lot of menus. A lot of students gather when becoming lunchtime. The box lunch store is crowded. There is Lawson at the university. It crowds with a lot of students includes the G.F. High school students when becoming lunchtime. G.F. High school is our attached school, and they are able to use Lawson, Gakushoku, and the bakery. A lot of women come to the bakery, but there are not so many men. Anyway, do you know croquette-don? This one was famous at KGU’s cafeteria. I often ate it. 4 to 6 years ago, changed the company at cafeteria and my friend is gone. I was very sad also everybody too. Maybe…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Our university is very beautiful because there are a lot of cleaning members. We think that we should appreciate that. There are some smoking places at the university. This is a good thing for people who smoke and people who don’t smoke, but just now, smoking area is lesser than 4 to 6 years ago. Few years ago, we could smoke in the 4th building and library. I can’t believe why not. It is very important problem for smoker. However I think because of our university is clean. Also, KGU is very convenience, because we can buy some books, there is convenience store into the KGU and close the Kumamoto’s downtown. It is very nice. I often use these stores. These stores are good help for us. One of us smokes, and if he loses his cigarette, he can quick buy this one. It is nice for people who smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Next, I will introduce our schedules for one year. On April 2nd, we have an entrance ceremony, and the classes start about five days later. The three days between the Entrance ceremony and the classes start, we invite the freshmen to join their circles and clubs. I hated that when I was a freshman, but now I understand because I want to have many kohai in my club.&lt;br /&gt;     On May 30th, it is the anniversary of the founding, so we have no school, the day. On July 20th, we finish the classes, and the tests start from July 23rd, and the tests end on August 4th, I already talked about the test at the beginning of this essay.  Then we have Summer Vacation after the tests. I can’t wait the summer vacation, but I don’t like the tests before that. The tests week is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;    Next term starts on September 21st, and some students are very busy because they have Sports Festival on October 23rd, and about one week later, they have TAKUMASAI that I already talked about this, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I have question to you. How do you think, what famous in the KGU? I think It is the ginkgo.There are ginkgo’s trees at front gate. Autumn is a great season. It is nice view, but they smell very strong. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I think KGU is better off than a few years ago. For example, they got a new building, clean the large area, very nice library, yummy lunches, the environment to meet various kinds of friends, and so many other things. Pleasure to study here we think. You should come to see our university sometime! (1000 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1025167683548577426?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1025167683548577426/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1025167683548577426' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1025167683548577426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1025167683548577426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/07/masumis-taikis-and-yus-essay.html' title='Masumi&apos;s, Taiki&apos;s, and Yu&apos;s ESSAY'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4103037412028339139</id><published>2010-07-15T14:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:03:31.499+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>PEST</title><content type='html'>Do you know a book called, “The Pest” (The title might be “The Journal of the Plague Year, 1722)? Daniel Defoe who was a very famous English writer wrote the book. I read the book to write a paper for my History of English Literature class. Of course I read it in Japanese, and it was sometimes difficult to understand even in Japanese. It took me very very long time to read. I couldn’t read all of it, but it was good for me to have a chance to read one of historically famous book. Also, I hadn’t heard about the ill, plague, so I was very surprised to know that so many people had dead because of plague in 14 century in the Europe. The book is about the surroundings of London when plague struck London, and what Defoe saw and experienced were written. Plague is also known as Black Death because the skin color turns to black! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some people got out of London and stayed in the country side. Defoe was thinking if he should get out of London, too, but he didn’t because he had his job there. That’s why he stayed there and experienced many weird things. In the city, sometimes the many people in London say that they saw a ghost in the city. Not only one person, but many people who were there said that they can see it, too. Defoe can’t see anything like people saying, and people thought Defoe was strange. It was not just one time. He sometimes experienced that. Also many people were depending on the fortunetelling, and not really nice doctor sold drugs which has no effects with very high price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The number of the people with plague increases, and government said not to go out to people who are with Plague, and put a watcher in front of the house. Sometimes the people with plague used violence to the watcher. The city was wasted by the illness. Then they killed their pets, too. I remember the resent news about KOTEIEKI. They killed many cows. Isn’t it similar? &lt;br /&gt;＜BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, it wasn’t really interesting book for me, but it helped me to know many things. (369 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4103037412028339139?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4103037412028339139/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4103037412028339139' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4103037412028339139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4103037412028339139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/07/pest.html' title='PEST'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6270009239383213663</id><published>2010-07-15T14:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:06:16.081+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Essay6-Introduce our school!</title><content type='html'>I’m going to talk about my university, K.G.U. K.G.U. is at Oe in Kumamoto city, and it is a private university. They have an attached school, called G.F. High School next to K.G.U. At the lunch time, there are so many high school students at the Gakkan and student’s cafeteria. &lt;br /&gt;     At first, K.G.U. wasn’t called K.G.U. It was called Eastern Language Technical college and found in 1942. Then they changed the name from Eastern Language Technical college to Kumamoto Language Technical college in 1945. In 1952, they changed the name to K.S.U., again, and added the department of commercial science. After that, they added the Economics Department, and when Foreign Language Department and Social Welfare Department were added, they changed the name to K.G.U. Now, we have about four faculties and about thirteen departments. &lt;br /&gt;     Next, I will introduce our schedules for one year. On April 2nd, we have an entrance ceremony, and the classes start about five days later. The three days between the Entrance ceremony and the classes start, we invite the freshmen to join their clubs. I hated that when I was a freshman, but now I understand because I want to have many kohai in my club.&lt;br /&gt;     On May 30th, it is the anniversary of the founding, so we have no school, the day. On July 20th, we finish the classes, and the tests start from July 23rd, and the tests end on August 4th.  Then we have Summer Vacation after the tests. I can’t wait the summer vacation, but I don’t like the tests before that. The tests week is just around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;     Next term starts on September 21st, and some students are very busy because they have Sports Festival on October 23rd, and about one week later, they have a festival, called Takumasai. Takumasai is the biggest event for them, I think. They seem they are enjoying preparing with their friends. Students work from morning to evening, and I don’t think I can do that. Anyway, students in K.G.U. enjoy their club activities a lot. &lt;br /&gt;     You should come to see our university sometime! (349 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6270009239383213663?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6270009239383213663/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6270009239383213663' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6270009239383213663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6270009239383213663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/07/essay6-introduce-our-school.html' title='Essay6-Introduce our school!'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-40559094761685753</id><published>2010-06-28T11:53:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:11:32.847+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>My friend working</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TCgOw66wpLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sU51LKPjLII/s1600/P1080088-735844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TCgOw66wpLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sU51LKPjLII/s320/P1080088-735844.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487652379563173042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She is Sayako, one of my really really really close friends. She is working at an Italian restaurant at Kaminoura Street in Downtown. I knew that, but I didn’t know exactly where it is. I was shopping and walking to go back to my home, and I just saw Sayako working, so I called, Sayako!” She was surprised, too, and asked me, “Wat are you doing here? Why don’t you come inside and eat meal?” I wasn’t going to eat out the day because I was alone, but I said okay. I went inside and sat a table. I ordered pasta which was really nice. I love pasta. I waited for Sayako finishes working, and while that, we talked when Sayako has nothing to do, too. It wasn’t really busy the day because it was a weekday. At nine thirty, she finished working and sat my table then we ate dessert. I love sweets. When I was going to pay for my foods, Sayako said that she already paid for me because she said that I was the first friend who came to eat. I was so happy to hear that! I liked the restaurant, so I will go to eat there often. (203 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-40559094761685753?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/40559094761685753/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=40559094761685753' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/40559094761685753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/40559094761685753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_1527.html' title='My friend working'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TCgOw66wpLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sU51LKPjLII/s72-c/P1080088-735844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-65097153266916237</id><published>2010-06-28T11:25:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:47:46.326+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back and Good Luck, My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TCgINeXxTvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/InBiei51fuw/s1600/Jewella0621~003-757875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TCgINeXxTvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/InBiei51fuw/s320/Jewella0621~003-757875.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487645173535035122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I took this Purikura about one week ago. They are my friends who go to KGU, and they are in the English Department, too. Their names are Miyo, Sayuri, Airi, Ayaka, and Erika. Miyo and Airi just came back from America. They went to America as the exchange students for about 1 year. I really like listening to their memories in America. When we talk about it, I remember my memories in Iowa, America, too. I want to go back there! I miss America. Anyway, we had welcome back party for Airi and Miyo the day that we took the Purikura. Also it was the party for Erika, too. She is going to Hokkaido for her induction. She said that she will come back to Kumamoto one time before we graduate. I can’t believe it. Only one time? We talked each other a lot, laughed a lot, and really enjoyed the party together. She already left Kumamoto about few days ago. I hate saying good-bye to my friends. I wasn’t ready to say good-bye to her, and I cried at the parting. I want her to take me to Hokkaido, too, haha. I hope that she enjoys and spends good days there. We will take contacts in our future even if we stay far away, I wish. (217 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-65097153266916237?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/65097153266916237/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=65097153266916237' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/65097153266916237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/65097153266916237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_28.html' title='Welcome Back and Good Luck, My Friends'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TCgINeXxTvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/InBiei51fuw/s72-c/Jewella0621~003-757875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1709206014139915553</id><published>2010-06-28T11:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:19:00.743+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>ESSAY 5</title><content type='html'>20 years later, I hope that I’ve already married with someone really nice, and I also wish that I have two or three children. I will be living in Kumamoto, Okinawa, Tokyo, or somewhere in foreign countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Twenty years in my future, I’m already 42 years old. I can’t believe it! The reasons why I want to live in Okinawa are, I really love the warm weather, the culture, the very beautiful ocean, and I also like that time goes very slow. However, I want to live in Tokyo, too. I think that Okinawa and Tokyo are really opposites because people seem very busy most of the time in Tokyo, and Okinawa has very rich nature, but Tokyo doesn’t have them as much as Okinawa. However I still want to live in Tokyo sometime in my future because we can get and do anything we want in Tokyo. &lt;br /&gt;     I also want to live in foreign countries, but I don’t know where or how long. Even if I couldn’t live in foreign countries, I want let my children to go to somewhere out of Japan because I believe that it will be really great experience for the children, don’t you think so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Next, I want my children to play sports because I want to go to watch my children playing sports. If my children are girls, I want them to play soccer, and if my children are boys, I want them to play kendo because I liked that my older brother playing kendo. Anyway, I will let my children to play some sports, and I will also let them take lessons, like piano, calligraphy, or English conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I hope that I’m spending really happy days with my husband and my cute children. I want to be really nice mother for my children. Oh I also wish that my friends and I’m keeping in touch in 20 years in the future, too. (320words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1709206014139915553?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1709206014139915553/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1709206014139915553' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1709206014139915553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1709206014139915553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/06/essay-5.html' title='ESSAY 5'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6757631792097309677</id><published>2010-06-28T11:17:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:18:26.594+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>ESSAY 4</title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Masumi Kanamitsu, 21 year old. I’m from Yamaga in Kumamoto, Japan and I live in Kumamoto city now. My hometown, Yamaga is about one hour away from Kumamoto by car. I go to K.G.U., so I stay at an apartment alone near the University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you about my hometown. My hometown, Yamaga is famous for hot springs. Have you ever soaked in any hot springs? It’s really good, and I think the hot springs will ease your tiredness. However I don’t go to hot springs so often because I don’t like that we can’t wear anything in the hot water! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I want to tell you about my family. I have 7 people in my family. There are my grandmother, my grandfather, my mom, my dad, my older sister, my older brother, and me. I’m the youngest of three children in my family. We have some birds and a dog. The dog’s name is Shiro, and she is Chihuahua. Shiro means white in Japanese. She is almost eight years old and really cute! I’ll show you her photos someday. I like walking my dog around my house because they have a rich natural environment. I really love living in countryside, but I sometimes yearn for the city life. How about you? Which side do you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;I also like cooking and gardening. I used to do gardening with my mom at our home. We like going to the florist’s. I specially like sunflowers, so I’m growing some sunflowers at my apartment, too. The sunflower seeds are coming up now. My mom and I used to cook together every weekend, too, but now I stay at the apartment, so I cook alone every day. I don’t really like eating alone, so sometimes I call my friends to cook and eat together. I always cook Japanese food because I don’t know how to cook other foods well, so could you tell me how to cook your country dishes? I would like to cook Japanese food for you, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that I like to do is futsal. Have you ever played it? It’s just like soccer, but the court is smaller, and just 5 people are in one team. Besides, the ball is smaller than the soccer ball. I run a lot, so I sweat from every pore! I like sweating, so I go to a gym that our university has, sometimes. I’m not really good at playing futsal, yet, but I love going to the practice with my friends. Do you like running? I hope that we can play futsal together someday if you like soccer. &lt;br /&gt;I also belong to softball team, but I don’t play softball. I am just a secretary. I think I like watching my friends playing softball more than I play it. Anyway, I love being outside when it’s sunny. I always want to go to the beach on a nice day, don’t you feel so? This summer, I want to try playing beach soccer. Doesn’t it sound fun? However I really don’t want to get suntan! I easily get suntan every year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m really looking forward to stay with you, and I want to know about you, your family, your hometown, what you like to do, and more! Please let me know someday. Thanks a lot, and see you soon! (565 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6757631792097309677?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6757631792097309677/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6757631792097309677' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6757631792097309677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6757631792097309677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/06/essay-4.html' title='ESSAY 4'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-3558168446787038696</id><published>2010-06-28T11:17:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:17:52.665+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>ESSAY 3</title><content type='html'>My hometown is Kikuka in Yamaga, and it is very countryside! It takes about one hour to get there by car from downtown, and you need to take cars or busses. They don’t have train to go to Yamaga. We have no convenience store in our town, so every stores are closed mid night. We have no place to hang out, too, like Karaoke or Bowling. However we have many mountains and rivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We have a famous valley called, Yatani Keikoku. You can enjoy swimming and fishing there. They still have rich nature. The water is very cold and clear, and you can camp in summer. You will see many families with little children there. &lt;br /&gt;     Yamaga is famous for hot springs. When I say that I’m from Yamaga, almost everyone says, “Oh, the hot springs!” You should come to the hot springs in Yamaga, sometime. Yamaga is also famous for a summer festival, called Yamaga-toro. They have 1000nin-odori, and I think that why the festival is so famous. 1000nin-odori means one thousand people-dance. One thousand of women put something like garden lantern and walk and dance, but it’s not really hard dance. It’s kind of Japanese folk dance. Can you imagine it? It looks very beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes I feel like I want to live in a very big city like Tokyo or Fukuoka because they have so many nice shopping stores, restaurants, and more. I’m really jealous! However, when I go back to my hometown and walk around my house, I really love being there because the view is so amazing. I hope that you can come and see my hometown sometime. (272 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-3558168446787038696?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/3558168446787038696/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=3558168446787038696' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3558168446787038696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3558168446787038696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/06/essay-3.html' title='ESSAY 3'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4038979507851795100</id><published>2010-06-21T11:44:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:05:15.067+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Miranda Kerr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TB7R_ctQuHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/icZ0XDtlg7A/s1600/efb82870ed58f62de116d31465fca85a-753482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TB7R_ctQuHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/icZ0XDtlg7A/s320/efb82870ed58f62de116d31465fca85a-753482.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485052284151838834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Have you seen the girl in the picture? Her name is Miranda Kerr, and she is a very famous model. I have many favorite models, but I specially like her these days. She is about twenty-seven years old. I was very surprised to know that! She is from the State of New South Wales in Sidney. Have you been to Sidney? I haven’t been there, and I want to visit there sometime. I really want to visit many countries in the world, and I will! Next summer vacation, I’m planning to go to L.A. in America because my friend is going back to America. Her name is Nanaka, twenty-four years old. She is only 2 years older than me, but she looks like twenty-five or six years old. She is a Japanese girl, but she goes to the university in America. She has been American university for two years, and she has two years left to graduate, so she is going back to America this summer! I will miss her a lot. However I promised to go to see her next summer vacation, and I can’t wait to hang out with her in America. Both of us like exercising, so she said that she would take me to mountain climbing if I really went to America. Doesn’t it sound fun? I’m very very very excited, already! (226 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4038979507851795100?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4038979507851795100/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4038979507851795100' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4038979507851795100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4038979507851795100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Miranda Kerr'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/TB7R_ctQuHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/icZ0XDtlg7A/s72-c/efb82870ed58f62de116d31465fca85a-753482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-8569939074853363902</id><published>2010-06-21T11:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:42:30.616+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>WORLD CUP</title><content type='html'>Many people watch World Cup even if they are not interested in soccer. Did you watch the game on Saturday? It was Japan vs. Holland! Japan lost the game, but I hope that Japan wins next game on Thursday. People’s feelings in the world over the World Cup run high this season, and I really like it. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that Japan wins next game. (64 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-8569939074853363902?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/8569939074853363902/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=8569939074853363902' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8569939074853363902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8569939074853363902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup.html' title='WORLD CUP'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2420012977339287534</id><published>2010-05-27T13:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:42:11.944+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review3'/><title type='text'>B.R.-5 David Beckham</title><content type='html'>Beckham is a very famous football player in England. There are so many David Beckham’s fanｓ all around the world. However, he didn’t have only good days but the bad days for him. &lt;br /&gt;One of his bad days was the day in 19998. He was twenty three years old, and he was in a game against Argentina. An Argentinean player made David fall on purpose, then David was very angry. He kicked the Argentinean player, so the referee came to him with a red card in his hand. Then the newspaper often said: ‘England can’t win the world cup now, because David Beckham is an angry little boy.’ He was young at that time. &lt;br /&gt;Long time ago, I was watching a TV, and I think it said that David Beckham scored an own goal, and so many England fan got mad. That was one of his bad days, too. However this book didn’t say anything about this accident, but I always remember this story. This book said how Victoria and David got closer. They knew each other on TV at first, and they liked their looks each other. One day Victoria went to watch the football game that David was playing, and they met and talked after the game. After that, they talked on the phone very often and got closer then they married. Victoria is as famous as David, I think. However I didn’t know how they got to know each other. This book told me many things that I didn’t know. &lt;br /&gt;I also felt that I should try harder to make my dreams come true. (268 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2420012977339287534?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2420012977339287534/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2420012977339287534' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2420012977339287534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2420012977339287534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/br-5-david-beckham.html' title='B.R.-5 David Beckham'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-7263874382264345125</id><published>2010-05-24T11:47:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:47:57.228+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing 13, Vacation Plans</title><content type='html'>This Summer, I got so many things to do! First, we have All Japan University Softball Competition. It will be the last Competition for us because we are already Senior! I will miss them a lot. Next, I will go to Futsal practice at least once a week. We have practice at nine to eleven O'clock at night time. It's too late, isn't it? Next, I want to try Beach Soccer. It seems very interesting, so I will go to the beach very often. I will get suntan more than last summer. I don't like it, but I can't wait for summer! (107 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-7263874382264345125?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/7263874382264345125/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=7263874382264345125' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7263874382264345125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7263874382264345125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-13-vacation-plans.html' title='Typing 13, Vacation Plans'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-287689145695271899</id><published>2010-05-24T11:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:47:06.465+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing 12, About Blogging</title><content type='html'>I think blogging is very good for me because it makes me keep writing my journal by blogging, and I will remember what I did recently. I also like looking at my friends’ blog, and I can see what they are doing. At first I didn't like writing too much about my daily life because I didn't want people who I don't know to look at my blog, and I didn't want them to know. However I don't care any more and I like to read the comments now. I think blogging made me to know how to use computers, and it’s good thing for me. (112 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-287689145695271899?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/287689145695271899/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=287689145695271899' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/287689145695271899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/287689145695271899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-12-about-blogging.html' title='Typing 12, About Blogging'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-9180468435025797592</id><published>2010-05-24T11:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:46:21.656+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing 11,  About my Keitai</title><content type='html'>I think KEITAI is very useful! Don't you think so? I can't think my life without KEITAI because if I didn't have KEITAI, I would have so many problems. For example, I always must be there on time if I don't have it because I can't tell them that I will be late if they already left their home. However sometimes I feel like I don't want to have KEITAI because sometimes I don't want to reply to any e-mails. I also loose or brake my KEITAIs so often! One time, I got three KEITAIs for one year! (98 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-9180468435025797592?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/9180468435025797592/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=9180468435025797592' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9180468435025797592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9180468435025797592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-11-about-my-keitai.html' title='Typing 11,  About my Keitai'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-552686958713395287</id><published>2010-05-24T11:43:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:45:26.370+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing 10, Using the Computer</title><content type='html'>I wasn't used to use computers so often when I was a High School Student, but now I use computers almost everyday because I have to type some papers for my University class. At first, I didn't like typing because I wasn't really good at typing, and I couldn't use computers well. However now I think using computers for the assignments makes it easier, so I like using computers now. I like using internet, too. I can get so many informations and watch movies on youtube. I really like it. (94 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-552686958713395287?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/552686958713395287/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=552686958713395287' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/552686958713395287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/552686958713395287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-10-using-computer.html' title='Typing 10, Using the Computer'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5169973968767833415</id><published>2010-05-21T13:35:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:36:06.785+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing 9, My favorite movie</title><content type='html'>I love watching movies. I can't chose just one movie, so I will introduce you two movies that called, "Before Sunrise" and "Before Sunset". They are love stories, and "Before sunset" is the first one. The beginning of the story, a woman and a man are in a train. Of course they don't know each other, but they are interested in each other, and they get of the train together. They have to leave their next day morning. They walk around and talk about each other until the sun rises. The second movie, “Before Sunset” is more interesting, I think. (100 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5169973968767833415?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5169973968767833415/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5169973968767833415' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5169973968767833415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5169973968767833415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-9-my-favorite-movie.html' title='Typing 9, My favorite movie'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2900231675007983263</id><published>2010-05-18T00:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:01:31.280+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review3'/><title type='text'>B.R.-4 The Barcelona Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S_Fbvs4XmqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/A994biVlB8Y/s1600/10-05-18_001-762837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S_Fbvs4XmqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/A994biVlB8Y/s320/10-05-18_001-762837.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472255897291430562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The main characters are Holly Hooper, twelve years old, and her older brothers Kev and Trev. Holly is usually quiet and loves reading books, and her brothers love playing out side, specially, football. At first, Kev and Trev were going to watch the Barcelona games in Spain with their dad, but their dad got a very bad cold, so he couldn’t go with them! Then their mom says they can cake Holly instead of their dad. However they didn’t want to take Holly because they didn’t want to take care of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Kev, Trev, and Holly left their home to Barcelona. When they are at Barcelona airport, they notice that Holly’s bag has a big hall, and her books are falling on the floor. Kev and Trev looked at each other, and let Holly to get a new cheap bag there. Then they took taxi to get their hotel.&lt;br /&gt;They have time before the game, and Holly wants to go to some famous places like cathedral or the famous street, Las Ramblas, or the Olympic Stadium, but Kev and Trev are already planning to go to a funfair. Kev and Trev enjoy playing there, but Holly hates them. Kev and Trev look at each other again, and tell Holly to go to the café and wait for them until seven O’clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly is drinking coffee and reading a book while waiting for them at the café. Then a man sat a table next to Holly, and he had same bag as Holly got at the airport. He drank a cup of coffee, left there. After a while, Holly opens her bag to get another book, and there are some stuffs which don’t belong to Holly. She notices that the bag isn’t hers, and the man took Holly’s bag! She must find the man because the tickets for the football game are in her bag! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Holly stands on the street and looks around, but she can’t find the man. Then a man on a motorbike sees Holly, and asks what’s wrong. Holly explains about the whole thing, and suddenly she finds the man with her bag. She shouts to him, but he can’t hear her, so the man on the motorbike takes Holly to follow the man with Holly’s bag by his motorbike. When they are following him, they pass many famous places and streets which Holly wanted to go. Then finally they could get Holly’s bag back. It was six forty, and Holly has to be at the café at seven O’clock, so the man takes Holly back to the café by his motorbike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Holly is very happy because she got her bag and the tickets for the soccer game back, and she also could visit many famous places she really wanted to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that Holly got her bag back because if she couldn’t, her brothers would be mad at her a lot! However, I think it was very dangerous thing that Holly rode the man’s motorbike because she doesn’t even know him!  (522 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabley Stephen. 2000.The Barcelona Game: Penguin Longman publishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2900231675007983263?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2900231675007983263/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2900231675007983263' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2900231675007983263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2900231675007983263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_18.html' title='B.R.-4 The Barcelona Game'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S_Fbvs4XmqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/A994biVlB8Y/s72-c/10-05-18_001-762837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-9175743978407776566</id><published>2010-05-17T11:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:05:12.436+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>TYPING 8  FOREIGN COUNTRIES</title><content type='html'>I've been to Korea, America, Canada, and New Zeeland. When I was a High School Student, I went to Korea for two weeks, and I went to America for 10 months as an exchange student. When I was in America, my host family took me to travel to Canada. It was so wonderful. I went to New Zeeland last spring vacation because my friend from High School is in New Zeeland now. I really loved staying there. Now I'm interested in India or Egypt! I really want to go there. (90 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-9175743978407776566?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/9175743978407776566/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=9175743978407776566' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9175743978407776566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9175743978407776566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-8-foreign-countries.html' title='TYPING 8  FOREIGN COUNTRIES'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4261627849241088538</id><published>2010-05-07T10:00:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:21:11.284+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>GOLDEN WEEEEEEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S-NmR7_wg2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/zxrH5sWJiGU/s1600/10-05-05_006~001-755129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S-NmR7_wg2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/zxrH5sWJiGU/s320/10-05-05_006~001-755129.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468326830906835810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I went to Miyazaki!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I got a phone call, and it was my friend, Nana. She said, “Let’s go to Miyazaki to see MOAI, and eat Chicken Nanban!” I just said ok. However I got phone call from Nana again, and she said, “Why don’t we just quit going to Miyazaki?” She is always like that, so I said okay. Around 13:00, Nana called me and said, “I changed my mind! Let’s go to Miyazaki.” Can you believe that? I didn’t know what she was thinking! Then she came to pick me up and went to Miyazaki by car. It took about two hours and thirty minutes. However we couldn’t see MOAI because it closes 17:00, and it was almost 17:00. Then we went to Udo-Jinja. Udo-Jinja is a famous shrine in Miyazaki. They had a hole on big stone, and people threw small stones into it, and if they could threw the stones in the hole on big stone, their dreams come true, people say. Of course Nana and tried. The stones are one hundred yen for 5. However the hole on the big stone was kind of farer than we thought! I was going to quit, and I throw the last two stone. Then one of them went into the hole!!! I was so surprised and so happy! However I wished nothing because I thought I shouldn’t be greedy. Then we took some pictures and went to downtown to eat chicken nanban! It was sooooooo yummy! You really should try it sometime!! We had very fun time in Miyazaki. (265 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4261627849241088538?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4261627849241088538/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4261627849241088538' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4261627849241088538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4261627849241088538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_07.html' title='GOLDEN WEEEEEEEK'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S-NmR7_wg2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/zxrH5sWJiGU/s72-c/10-05-05_006~001-755129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4692491038445146514</id><published>2010-05-07T09:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:49:45.935+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review3'/><title type='text'>B.R.-3 Losing Lucky</title><content type='html'>A boy named Mouse is the main character in this story, and Lucky a bunny that Mouse is taking care of at his house. Mouse goes to talk to Lucky every after school, but one day, Lucky was dead when Mouse went to see Lucky. He showed Lucky to his mom, and he was kind of angry because Mouse fed Lucky every day and took care of Lucky very well. He can’t understand why Lucky died. Then Mouse’s mom tells him to put some stuffs that Lucky liked into a box with Lucky. Mouse and his younger sister put some toys and a picture of Lucky’s hutch. They cried a lot, and their baby brother cried because they are crying. At that night, Mouse dreamed, and Lucky was there. Lucky could talk in his dream, and Lucky seemed very happy!&lt;br /&gt;I really understand how sad they are because I have my dog, too. I can’t believe that my dog will die someday. I really don’t want to think that. When I was a child, I had another dog, and when the dog died, I cried a lot. I don’t want to feel that again. (194 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4692491038445146514?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4692491038445146514/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4692491038445146514' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4692491038445146514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4692491038445146514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/br-3-losing-lucky.html' title='B.R.-3 Losing Lucky'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2090815552668132696</id><published>2010-05-06T17:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:36:21.042+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review3'/><title type='text'>B.R.-2 Jojo Makes the Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S-J-vArndwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VkAd0n2zz8g/s1600/10-05-06_001-780709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S-J-vArndwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VkAd0n2zz8g/s320/10-05-06_001-780709.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468072243683096322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The main character is Jojo, a girl who likes playing football. However, the boys in her class say that she can’t play football because she is a girl. Then Jojo kicks a football very hard, and everyone includes Jojo is surprised because the football goes very far away! Jojo has an amazing kick. Since that, the boys let Jojo play football together. One day, their teacher Mrs. Ambrose says that their school is going to take part in a football tournament, and they can have only two teams. Boys from top class are going to be in A team, and two kids who are chosen from their class can be in B team. One student that Mrs. Ambrose chose from the class was Ravi. Ravi can play football very well, so everyone agreed. Another one was Jojo. Boys didn’t like that Jojo was chosen, so they are mean to Jojo, again. Jojo is very sad because boys don’t play football with her. Ravi and some of his friends were playing football, and saw Jojo’s very sad face. They weren’t mean to Jojo, but fely so bad because no one stuck up for. They promised to Jojo to stick up for her next time. &lt;br /&gt;I really like this story. I think that we all should have a deep feeling for the sufferings of others. 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She is a Chihuahua, and when I got her, she was almost 5 years old, kind of old, isn’t she? At first, I wasn’t really going to have any dog because I stayed at an apartment alone, so I wasn’t sure if I can take care of the dog. However, my friend from Junior High School was looking for people who can take care of dogs which were unsold at a shop. She takes about ten dogs and cats every time, and she can’t have them because she already has many dogs and cats. Then she took one of them to my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend already named the dog, Shiro. At the first day, Shiro seemed very sad after my friend left my room. She always waited for her in front of the door. When Shiro hears someone walking outside, she thinks my friend is coming to her then she waggles her tail, and she is sad again because my friend is not coming back any more. However few days later, she attached her to me! &lt;br /&gt;I really loved sleeping together every night, and I liked that Shiro wakes me up every morning. She was very smart. I didn’t need to teach her anything. However, the most difficult thing was walking Shiro. She stayed at the shop for 4 or 5 years, so I think she had never walked outside. She didn’t like walking at all, and she seemed she was scared a lot. However as I walk her, she started to walk a lot. One day, we walked long way, maybe it was too much for her. She just sat there, and didn’t move for while. It was so funny, and I got one more funny story. In the one day morning, I made lunch box, and put it on the table during preparing to go to school. Then when I was ready to go, Shiro was eating my lunch! I couldn’t believe it, but it was funny, too. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she makes me angry, and sometimes she makes me very happy. I really love staying together, and I can’t believe that she will be gone sometime. Any way, Shiro is the treasure for me. (371 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2750354968010122406?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2750354968010122406/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2750354968010122406' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2750354968010122406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2750354968010122406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/essay-2-my-treasure.html' title='Essay-2, My Treasure'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-615689791733918799</id><published>2010-05-05T12:12:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:19:08.424+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Essay-1, Advice to KOHAI</title><content type='html'>I took this class last year, and I think my English writing got better. I also can use computers better than before. You will be able to write English and use computers better than before, too. &lt;br /&gt;What you need to do for this class are, posting to your blog, writing essays, and reading books. You post to your blog three times a week. You can write anything, but you must have at least 40 words each time. You also need to write 6 essays by the due date. You will get the topics for each essay. I told you that you need to post three times a week, but you also need to post book reviews besides the three posts. The library in KGU has many books which are written by easy English, so you read the books without English dictionaries, and write reviews for the books. You can’t write exactly same sentences from the books. When the term ends, you have to have 10000 words and 12 book reviews on your blog. You can get the credit if you do all of them by the due date. The due date is very important! If you can’t come to class, you should send e-mail to Mr. Tomei to ask what to do for next class. &lt;br /&gt;I think writing essays and posting regularly are very good to improve your English writing. I didn’t write regularly, and I didn’t write them by the due date, so I didn’t get the credit, but if you do that, I’m sure that you will get the credit. Good luck! (264 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-615689791733918799?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/615689791733918799/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=615689791733918799' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/615689791733918799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/615689791733918799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/essay-1-advice-to-kohai.html' title='Essay-1, Advice to KOHAI'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-952519997752916686</id><published>2010-05-05T10:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:01:03.798+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing-6, How to study English</title><content type='html'>I believe that the best way to study English is studying abroad. However I know it's not easy as people say because of many causes. I like studying English by watching movies because I love movies, and they speak real English. When I was in Junior High School, I learned English which was not really useful in foreign country. I always try to watch movies with English subtitles. Of course it is very difficult for me. When I can't understand what they say, I always stop, and try to read the subtitles. (92 word)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-952519997752916686?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/952519997752916686/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=952519997752916686' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/952519997752916686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/952519997752916686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-6-how-to-study-english.html' title='Typing-6, How to study English'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6311943453983372492</id><published>2010-05-05T09:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:00:12.141+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing-5, Food</title><content type='html'>I love eating! I like American Food, Chinese Food, Korean Food, Italian, French... any kind of food, but I specially like Japanese food. When I was very young, I hated vegetables and fish. However now, I love vegetables and fish more than meats. I also didn't like Sushi when I was a child, but now, I do like Sushi a lot. When I went to over the sea, I liked their food very much, but I always missed eating Japanese food. I also like cooking. I try to cook every meal everyday. (93 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6311943453983372492?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6311943453983372492/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6311943453983372492' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6311943453983372492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6311943453983372492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-5-food.html' title='Typing-5, Food'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-7907727955999597979</id><published>2010-05-05T09:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:59:22.318+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing-4, Golden Week Plans</title><content type='html'>I got so many plans for golden week! First, I have softball practice as usual at Nishigoshi (but I'm not a player), and next, I have futsal practice at night time. These days, I started playing futsal, but I'm not so good, yet. Next, I'm going to go to the sea. I hope it will be sunny! Then, I'm going to Miyazaki, too. I'm so excited. However I want to go back to my hometown, too. I'm going to be very busy during Golden Week. (85 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-7907727955999597979?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/7907727955999597979/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=7907727955999597979' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7907727955999597979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7907727955999597979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-4-golden-week-plans.html' title='Typing-4, Golden Week Plans'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2267199914233344261</id><published>2010-05-05T09:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:46:57.267+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing-3, my hobby</title><content type='html'>My hobby is watching movies. These days, I’ve watched three movies at theaters. The movies are The Lovely Bones, Alice in wonderland, and Konan. I really specially liked “The Lovely Bones”. Have you seen it? The main character is a 14 years old girl, and she is murdered by a man who lives in her neighborhood at beginning of the story. The story was very exciting, and I can’t guess what is going to happen. (75 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2267199914233344261?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2267199914233344261/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2267199914233344261' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2267199914233344261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2267199914233344261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-3-my-hobby.html' title='Typing-3, my hobby'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4136593038903016145</id><published>2010-04-23T00:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:07:04.677+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing Assignment-2</title><content type='html'>I like listening to the music. I always listen to music when I run. I have a song that I specially like. Do you know a song named "unwritten"? The singer is Natasha Bedingfield. I hear the song in many famous movies. I think you have heard the song, too. I like listening to the English songs because they sound cool. I usually find good songs from the movies. However it’s sometimes difficult to find the titles of the songs from the movie. (83 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4136593038903016145?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4136593038903016145/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4136593038903016145' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4136593038903016145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4136593038903016145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/04/typing-assignment-2.html' title='Typing Assignment-2'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-3157095501265895689</id><published>2010-04-19T11:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:26:06.338+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Typing assignment-1</title><content type='html'>It is April 12th, today, and I had writing class. It was the first time this semester. I wrote an essay. The topic for essay was "advice for Kohai", and I'm still working on it. I also wrote "10ppun ha jubun" I wrote about my English journal. Then I am trying to typing speed homework! I'm not really good at typing, so I’m not sure if I can type 50 words in 5 minutes. (74 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-3157095501265895689?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/3157095501265895689/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=3157095501265895689' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3157095501265895689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3157095501265895689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/04/typing-assignment-1.html' title='Typing assignment-1'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6377848506432738176</id><published>2010-04-19T11:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:05:56.987+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>Lunch box everyday!</title><content type='html'>These days, I’m trying to make lunch box, and bring it to school, so I need to wake up little earlier than before. I’m also trying not to buy cooked food because I like cooking, and I want to be good at cooking more and more, so I’m cooking everyday.  Yesterday, I made pudding! It didn’t like pudding which is sold at stores, but it tasted really good. I’d like to make other sweets sometime. (76 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6377848506432738176?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6377848506432738176/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6377848506432738176' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6377848506432738176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6377848506432738176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/04/lunch-box-everyday.html' title='Lunch box everyday!'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-7740042234082402993</id><published>2010-04-19T00:38:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:45:13.891+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review3'/><title type='text'>B.R.-1 Chance of a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S8snb2RgGuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i9HrTkDEpDY/s1600/201004190037000-703182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S8snb2RgGuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i9HrTkDEpDY/s320/201004190037000-703182.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461502332495731426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The main character’s name is Helen, and she lives in Wales. One day, she gets a letter, and it says, “Dear Mrs. Davies,    Thank you for coming to see us. As we told you we need a tour guide for a trip from London to Istanbul. We would like to offer this job…” Helen is glad to get this letter, but not really happy. Helen can speak French and Italy, and she likes traveling around, so this job will be wonderful for her. However she thinks about her boyfriend too much. She is like a high school girl. She is pretty and intelligent, but she can’t decide what she does without her boyfriend, and this is her problem. Her boyfriend’s name is Tom, and he is in Scotland, now. They have been dating from University, but Helen is not sure if he really loves her because Tom calls her mom many times, but he called Helen just one time, and doesn’t want to talk about them. &lt;br /&gt;The next day morning, Helen got a phone call, and it was Tom! He was very excited and said that he got a job to work in a big international company. At first, Helen was happy for him, too, but she was sad to know that Tom has to work in Australia. He said that he was leaving in few days. When she asks Tom if they can see each other before he leaves, he says he can’t, and when she tells that she got a new job, too, he doesn’t even ask about the job! Can you believe that? I’m sure that he doesn’t love Helen, and she should quit dating him, I think. Helen talked about it to Jill, a best friend from university, and she says Helen is just like her boyfriends mother because Helen always thinks about her boyfriends, gives everything to her boyfriends, and did everything! What Jill said was all true. Helen decided to quit thinking about love, and she decided to take the new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen got a tour group, and there were twelve people in the group. Not all of them were nice, of course. During the tour, one room was given per two people at hotels, but Angela, twenty-one years old girl says she doesn’t want to share the room, and she always seemed bored. In addition, Angela is very mean to Helen. There are some more problems. Three young boys always smoke, and some other tourists don’t like it. As they travel around, Helen gets more problems. Some time some of them quarrel with each other. Sometimes a guy in the group asks her to eat out even when they have to eat with the group at the hotel. He is mysterious because nobody knows where he is or what he does usually. Helen doesn’t think she wants to take this job any more. &lt;br /&gt;The biggest problem happened at the end of the tour. It was Vic trying to pass across the border with stolen passport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was kind of long, but how they solve the problems, and Helen’s decision about the job and her boyfriend were very interesting. I really recommend you to read this book!　(536 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-7740042234082402993?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/7740042234082402993/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=7740042234082402993' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7740042234082402993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7740042234082402993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='B.R.-1 Chance of a Lifetime'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S8snb2RgGuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i9HrTkDEpDY/s72-c/201004190037000-703182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-7123552826734796824</id><published>2010-04-12T11:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:44:53.526+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal3'/><title type='text'>My English Journal</title><content type='html'>These days, I am writing my journal in English. I wasn’t used to write journal because I’m not really good at doing anything regularly. However I’ve read someone saying that if you don’t write anything down, it is almost the same as it didn’t happen. I kind of agree with that because even if I was really amazed or surprised by something, I will forget about it someday if I don’t write them down, so I’m trying to write my journal every day. I started writing my journal on May 1st, and I haven’t missed writing until today. I always bring the journal, and write dawn something when I have time. The reason why I write them in English is because I don’t anyone to read it, and I want to improve my English. I will read what I wrote sometime and I’ll remember what I’ve done. I’ll keep trying my journal every day. (154 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-7123552826734796824?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/7123552826734796824/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=7123552826734796824' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7123552826734796824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7123552826734796824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-english-journal.html' title='My English Journal'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1631603669281076991</id><published>2010-01-26T11:06:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:13:28.011+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>last day to see my best friend</title><content type='html'>It is the last day to see my best friend because she is leaving Japan two days later! She lives in Kikusui, Tamana. She has a test today, so she comes to school. However she doesn’t have any class tomorrow, so she doesn’t come to school tomorrow! Today, it will be the last day to see her. She is going to stay in New Zealand about six months. I can’t imagine what it is like to be separated because we were so close friends from High School days. When I went to and came back from America, she gave me scrapbooks that she made them for me, and they made me so happy. She is like my mother. She always cares for me. Anyway, I don’t want her to goooooo!!!!!! (130 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1631603669281076991?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1631603669281076991/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1631603669281076991' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1631603669281076991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1631603669281076991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-to-see-my-best-friend.html' title='last day to see my best friend'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5678164269344388525</id><published>2010-01-22T18:09:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:09:37.528+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Go to DOWNTOWN in KUMAMOTO</title><content type='html'>I like to go to downtown because many exciting things are there. When I have time, I always go there even if I didn’t have any things to buy. When I don’t have money, I always go window shopping, and many cute stuff make me want to buy them. &lt;br /&gt;Today, I’m going to go to downtown to eat out with my friend. I usually don’t eat out so often, but sometimes I feel I want to eat really yummy foods. I haven’t decided what to eat, yet, but I’m so looking forward it. I always go to downtown by my bicycle, but I don’t think I’m doing it today because it’s freezing out there! The T.V. said that it is going to be cold again this weekend. I hate cold weather! &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a test, so I will be home soon, and I will be studying so hard. &lt;br /&gt;I have one more thing to do. It is making a scrapbook! My best friend from High School is going to go to New Zealand to study abroad in end of this month. Then I’m making a scrapbook for her, so I got a lot of her pictures. I will miss her a lot. I hope that she really enjoys there and comes back to Japan soon. However it will be nice experience for her, and I am excited to hear her stories there. (233 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5678164269344388525?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5678164269344388525/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5678164269344388525' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5678164269344388525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5678164269344388525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-to-downtown-in-kumamoto.html' title='Go to DOWNTOWN in KUMAMOTO'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-3910506589809505807</id><published>2010-01-21T10:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:59:53.863+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Some Interesting Things</title><content type='html'>I got a book from one of my friend, and the book was about Buddha. It was interesting to read, but some parts of them were difficult to understand. I always read the book before sleeping in my bed, but I always fell asleep soon. These days, I’m so sleepy. I bit I can sleep about two days if I have no school. I sleep too much! &lt;br /&gt;I have read the bible, and it was some times difficult, too. However learning about Christian was very interesting to me. I used to think people go to heaven if they did good thing, and people who had done very bad thing go to hell, but my Christian friend told me that she doesn’t think so because everyone has done some bad thing. It can be small thing or really bad thing, and nobody can judge it. I really agreed with her.&lt;br /&gt;　Today I watched “Hamlet” and “Macbeth”. They are Shake Spear’s works. I watch them to write papers for one of my class. I still need to watch “Twelfth Night”. They are kind of difficult to watch because they speak old English.　However it is good to know about Shake Spear’s works. (200 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-3910506589809505807?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/3910506589809505807/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=3910506589809505807' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3910506589809505807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3910506589809505807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-interesting-things.html' title='Some Interesting Things'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-9032378696602509679</id><published>2010-01-19T18:36:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:48:07.519+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>It’s getting warm these days, isn’t it? After my part-time job, I go home by bicycle, so I hate cold weather. However it’s warm from last weekend. Maybe spring is coming soon! However it’s still January, so it will be getting cold again. I don’t like that. &lt;br /&gt;Which do you like, winter or summer? I hate getting suntan, but I’m sure that I like summer better than winter because I don’t want to go out and I want to stay in my room or in my bed in winter. &lt;br /&gt;I think my dog, Shiro doesn’t like winter, neither because she always looks cold! Poor Shiro. (105 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-9032378696602509679?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/9032378696602509679/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=9032378696602509679' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9032378696602509679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9032378696602509679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-9042026086703857878</id><published>2010-01-18T11:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:10:40.214+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Sasebo-Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S1PLtgKIbJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jSJXgbndxeE/s1600-h/DSC00205-738669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S1PLtgKIbJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jSJXgbndxeE/s320/DSC00205-738669.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427905958498561170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look at this picture! Can you tell what this is? This is a picture of a Sasebo-burger. About two years ago, I went to Sasebo to eat Sasebo burger with my friends. It was very long trip. We didn’t drive the expressway, so it took about five hours to get there. The night before the day, I didn’t have enough time to sleep, but I drove all the way without stopping. Of course I was so tired, but we really wanted to get there soon! Now I could tell that it was very dangerous thing to do, and I won’t do that again. When we got Sasebo city, we went to the beach at first. It was cloudy in the morning, but it was sunny there. The sea was very clear, too. After a while, we went to the zoo. I hadn’t been to any zoo these years, so we had a lot of fun. Then finally we went to get Sasebo-burgers! The most famous shop for Sasebo-burger was close, so we went the next store, but it still tasted good. After that, my friend drove to go back to Kumamoto. Two of us were sleeping on the way, so just the driver was awake. I’m sure that she was very sleepy, too. I felt so sorry for her, but she said to never mind. How nice she is! (229 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-9042026086703857878?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/9042026086703857878/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=9042026086703857878' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9042026086703857878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9042026086703857878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_7542.html' title='Sasebo-Burger'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S1PLtgKIbJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jSJXgbndxeE/s72-c/DSC00205-738669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-8253095165372235185</id><published>2010-01-18T11:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:42:19.574+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>things I got to do!</title><content type='html'>Last week, I had to write a paper for one of my classes, called “Nihon-kindaishi”. We learn about three writings of Natsume Souseki in the class. We choose one of them, and read it then write a paper about his philosophy. We had to write at least 1200 letters in Japanese. It’s not so long, but it was kind of difficult subject for me. I read one of Natsume Souseki’s writings again over and over. It made me so tired, so I was very happy when I finished the assignment. However I still have some other papers. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I did another one for my Buraku-kaihouron class. The class is about discrimination. It is interesting class because it’s good to have the time to think about discrimination. Then this week, I am going to write another paper for my Eibei-bungaku-koudoku class. We learn about some literary works of Shake Spear. Sometimes we read the passages or watch the DVDs. We have watched “Hamlet”, “Twelfth night”, “Macbeth”, and one more DVD, I can’t remember how you spell it. I knew that Hamlet is very famous, but I didn’t know the story, so it was good to know. However they speak old English, so it is kind of difficult to understand. (208 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-8253095165372235185?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/8253095165372235185/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=8253095165372235185' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8253095165372235185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8253095165372235185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-got-to-do.html' title='things I got to do!'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-726406745865920361</id><published>2010-01-18T11:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:09:09.761+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Before Sunrise and Before Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S1PCdxPImeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HZLqX6BZ3MM/s1600-h/517MF7PE6CL-771888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S1PCdxPImeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HZLqX6BZ3MM/s320/517MF7PE6CL-771888.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427895792600390114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love those DVDs so much. They are not really funny or interesting, but they make me want to watch them again and again. &lt;br /&gt;The main characters are Celine and Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;Celine is a French woman, and going back to Paris because she goes to school, and her classes are starting next week. Jesse is an American and going to visit Vienna, but he has no plans to do, and he just knows that he is flying out of there tomorrow.  They are taking same train, and they talk each other on the train and have a lively conversation. Of course they were going to get off the train at different station, but when Jesse was going to get off the train at Vienna, he asks Celine to come with him. At first, Celine was reluctant to go with him, but talking with Jesse was interesting for her, so they took off the train and walked around. They talked about each other like, about their family, what kind of people they like, and what do they hate, or something like that. They talked about each other so much. They went to record shop, a park, an amusement ground, a restaurant, and they also walked alongside of the river. In the night, they didn’t sleep, and they just kept walking and talking. Then it is time to leave there. Jesse takes Celine to see her off at a station, and Celine is going to take a train to go back to Paris. They liked each other, but they didn’t exchange their phone numbers. They just promised to see each other at just where they were about six months later. Then they leave there. “Before Sunrise” didn’t tell us if they really could see each other again, and the DVD ends. “Before Sunset” is the sequel of “Before Sunrise”. As I watch “Before Sunset”, I knew that they couldn’t see each other! Isn’t it so sad? However many years later, they met in Paris, and they seemed to be much older than before. The reason why they didn’t see each other at the station again was because Celine couldn’t be there because of her grandma’s death. Then the reason why they met in Paris was, Jesse wrote a book which tells about their trip in Vienna, and Celine read it then she knew that Jesse was coming to Paris for a talk show about the book. At first, Jesse lied Celine to pretend like he didn’t go there, neither, but later he tells her the truth that he did go there to see her and looked around for her couple days. They walked around Paris and let each other know how they’ve been getting along. The saddest thing in this story was, Jesse already had a wife and a child, and he still loves Celine. Celine still loves him, too. Jesse doesn’t really love his wife, but he loves his kid so much, so he is trying hard to establish a happy home for his kid. I remember that Jesse says something about married life in the first part of the DVD, “Before Sunrise”. He says that people can’t marry people who are really in love with. However people want to believe that we can, right? I like Celine because she is intelligent and an independent woman. (555 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-726406745865920361?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/726406745865920361/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=726406745865920361' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/726406745865920361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/726406745865920361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_18.html' title='Before Sunrise and Before Sunset'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S1PCdxPImeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HZLqX6BZ3MM/s72-c/517MF7PE6CL-771888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6617332802413746738</id><published>2010-01-15T16:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:09:03.533+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>MOVIE- No Reservation</title><content type='html'>The main character is Kate, she is one of the best chefs in the city, and she has a kitchen at a restaurant. Many customers love her dishes. Of course there are some customers who don’t like her food, but she is sure that her food is perfect, so she doesn’t satisfy to their orders. This is kind of her problem. Her boss says, “If you were not one of the best chefs, I would fire you.” One more problem about her is, she is not going to date anyone, and she doesn’t even want to. The best thing for her was working and cooking, so she works everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Kate’s sister was coming to her home with her daughter, Zoe, an elementary school student. When they were driving to Kate’s house, Kate and her sister was talking on the phone. Kate asks her what Zoe likes for dinner, and Zoe’s mom answers, “She eats anything. She is a vacuum cleaner.” However, they had car accident on the way to Kate’s house. Zoe was okay, but Zoe’s mom died. Then Kate’s boss made Kate to take a week off. Kate decided to let Zoe stay in her house because Zoe didn’t have her father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Zoe started to live together, and Kate cooks very nice dinner for Zoe every night, but Zoe doesn’t eat anything, and just says that she is not hungry. However Kate said nothing to Zoe because she knew it’s so tough for her to loose her mom so young. &lt;br /&gt;Kate is still on the days off, but Kate goes to see how people are doing at the kitchen in the restaurant during the dinner time. Then Kate sees a guy that she doesn’t know in the kitchen, and they seem they really enjoy cooking working there. Kate’s boss says that Nicholas, the new guy in the kitchen is a very nice chef and many restaurants offered him to work there, but he chose her restaurant because he wanted to work with Kate. However she doesn’t like that. Maybe she felt like he would take the kitchen from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Zoe, she still doesn’t eat. She just answers Kate’s questions yes or no. Zoe knows Kate is trying hard to make Zoe happier, but she doesn’t need it. &lt;br /&gt;Kate is under a lot of stress because at home, Zoe isn’t still attached to her, and Nicholas is annoying for her in the kitchen. One day, Kate takes Zoe to the kitchen in the restaurant during her work. Zoe talked to Nicholas and ate his food! Kate was very glad to see her eating. Zoe starts to talk to Kate, too, and follows her wherever she goes. Zoe goes to the restaurant everyday and enjoys helping them. Kate starts to appreciate Nicholas, too. One day, Zoe asks Kate to invite Nicholas to their home for dinner. Then Zoe made pizza for Kate with Nicholas. Isn’t that so sweet? That made me so happy. When Zoe and Kate just started to live together, Zoe didn’t talk to Kate and showed no feeling, but it was not only about Zoe. Kate showed no feeling to Zoe, neither, and Kate couldn’t make Zoe to do something even when she should because Kate felt sorry for Zoe to loose her mom. However these days they got closer, and talked a lot. They got mad at each other and yelled at each other. People can’t argue if they were not really close, right? They are becoming just like a family finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate got a phone call from Zoe’s teacher, and told her to stop letting Zoe to work at restaurant together because Zoe shouldn’t be working place at the night, you know. That’s sad that Zoe can’t be there any more, but it wasn’t only bad thing. Kate started to take a day off to play with Zoe sometime. Kate used to work EVERYDAY, but now she is taking some break and enjoys her life!&lt;br /&gt;I thought the story was ending, but they got another problem. In the restaurant, the boss always asked Kate for all jobs, but now, the boss is asking many things to Nicholas. Kate gets mad at the boss and Nicholas because she was loosing her kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;Aren’t you interested how they solve it? &lt;br /&gt;I really recommend you to watch this movie. (731 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6617332802413746738?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6617332802413746738/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6617332802413746738' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6617332802413746738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6617332802413746738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-no-reservation.html' title='MOVIE- No Reservation'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-981679497948662050</id><published>2010-01-15T16:06:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:06:52.035+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Head</title><content type='html'>I’m in the Library at KGU and so sleepy because I went to bed at four last night. Actuary, it was almost early in the morning. I was watching “No Reservation” and wrote a review. Then I was going to wake up six O’clock, but I woke up at about ten thirty. I was so surprised. I didn’t hear the alarm at six. I heard my phone was ringing, and it was my friend, and she said that she just called me to wake me up. Last night, we e-mailed and I said to her that I would try to come to school around nine, she knew that I wasn’t awake in the morning because I didn’t reply to her, so she just called me before my class starts. I really appreciated it. Today I had second and third period. Of course the classes were interesting but I was so sleepy during the classes. (154 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-981679497948662050?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/981679497948662050/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=981679497948662050' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/981679497948662050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/981679497948662050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepy-head.html' title='Sleepy Head'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5366009482592455966</id><published>2010-01-15T16:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:05:54.585+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-15 Karen and the Artist</title><content type='html'>The main character is Karen, and she works at an airport. She flies around the world as her job, and her father writes books. Now he is writing a book about arts. &lt;br /&gt;One day, Karen is in Rome, and she is flying back tomorrow morning. In the afternoon, she doesn’t have job, so she enjoys walking around and drinking some coffee in a cafeteria. There are many beautiful pictures on the wall there, and she asks the barman who draws the pictures, but the barman seemed unhappy. He says that the artist’s name is Antonio, and he comes to the cafeteria everyday, but he never pays for the foods then he gives the barman his pictures instead of money. When Karen and barman were talking about Antonio, he just appeared, and said, “Give me some food and a drink.” The barman says no, and they start to argue. Karen couldn’t stand it, and says, “Can I see the picture?” to Antonio. Karen buys some of his pictures and they ate food together. Antonio says that he wants to draw Karen’s picture sometime Karen comes to Rome next time, so they promised to do it. Then Karen flew back to London with Antonio’s pictures and showed them to her dad. She says that she is going to the pictures for Antonio, but her dad says that the pictures are good, but it is going to be difficult because people don’t know the artist. Karen takes the pictures to an art gallery, but the old woman who works there didn’t even look up, and just said she didn’t know the name, Antonio. Suddenly a guy came into there and said, “I got a new Sharman for you! It’s wonderful.” The old woman said, “Who?” The man said, “Oh, you know him, Sherman! He’s got an exhibition at the Galerie Saint Michel in Paris! Then the old woman looks at the picture and buys it. Karen listened to the conversation, and visits next art gallery. There was an old man sitting, and Karen said, “I’ve got a wonderful new Brunetti for you.” Brunetti is Antonio’s family name, and of course the old man in the gallery doesn’t know him, but Karen kept talking and said, “You know him, he has got an exhibition at the Leonardo in Rome.” She talked just like the guy in the gallery she visited. Then the old man says that he will buy it and pay 900 euro for the picture. Karen was so happy, but she acted like she is not, and the old man says, “All right, 100 euro,” and Karen okays it. She is so happy.  When she flies other countries as her job, she brings Antonio’s pictures and sells them like she did before. She got a lot of money, and a week later, she flies to Rome and goes to the café to see Antonio. She asked the barman if he know where he is. However he said he didn’t know and Antonio hadn’t come to the café these days. Karen is so sad. Suddenly a boy who was sitting at a table in the café comes and talks to Karen. He says that he is Giorgio, and Antonio’s friend. He knew Karen because Antonio always talked him about Karen. He also says that Antonio is ill, so she asked him to take her to Antonio. She got many food and drink. Antonio hadn’t got money, so he couldn’t eat well, so he is ill and in the bed. Antonio was very happy to see Karen, and Karen is happy, to. It was so sweet that he says to Karen not to leave him again. The book didn’t say anything if they go out, but I strongly hope so. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I learned how to sell pictures which are not famous. (636 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5366009482592455966?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5366009482592455966/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5366009482592455966' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5366009482592455966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5366009482592455966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/br-15-karen-and-artist.html' title='B.R.-15 Karen and the Artist'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-36582010511817593</id><published>2010-01-08T12:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:15:40.693+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Taking Medicines</title><content type='html'>It’s so cold these days, isn’t it? I got cold, so I take some medicine every day. I always remember one thing about medicine. When I was in America, I got cold, and my mom sent a medicine because I wasn’t sure that American medicine works for my Japanese body. I didn’t know that we can’t take any medicines to school without a special permission, so I brought, and one of my friends was very surprised about that, and told me that I need my host mother’s or host father’s signature then I hided my medicine. Isn’t it’s kind of funny? Every time I take the medicine, I remember that. (110 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-36582010511817593?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/36582010511817593/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=36582010511817593' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/36582010511817593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/36582010511817593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-medicines.html' title='Taking Medicines'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5180975730856636877</id><published>2010-01-08T11:45:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:05:58.808+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Into the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0acY5IBFgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vbL6CmJUkwE/s1600-h/51nAvVnDkNL-755880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0acY5IBFgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vbL6CmJUkwE/s320/51nAvVnDkNL-755880.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424194752679581186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I watched “Into the Wild” in my Movie English class. Is this movie famous in America? I had never heard about this movie, but I liked the movie. Actually, I liked almost every part of the movie, but I didn’t like the last part because a boy, the main character, dies, and I couldn’t believe that it is the real story! It’s not fiction. The main character in the movie is bone in a rich family, but he didn’t like everything in the society. He burns all his money and backpacks to Alaska. A teacher of Movie English class told us sometimes it happens that in America. It surprised me a lot. Before I watch this movie, I used to want to be a backpacker sometime, but now, I don’t think I want to be any more because many dangers are there more than I thought! In the movie, the boy didn’t write or call his parents, so his parents were very worried about him. Then long months or years later, they knew there son died in far away. I wanted him to go back to his home, and he won’t die so soon. This movie was so deep, and it made me think something a lot. (207 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5180975730856636877?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5180975730856636877/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5180975730856636877' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5180975730856636877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5180975730856636877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_08.html' title='Into the Wild'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0acY5IBFgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vbL6CmJUkwE/s72-c/51nAvVnDkNL-755880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1231018255656664901</id><published>2010-01-08T11:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:43:03.474+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>What I did recently</title><content type='html'>Until the night on December 30th, I had my part time job, so I went back to my home in Yamaga in the morning December 31st. I was so happy that I could stay with my family on the end of the year because last year, I had my part time job from December 24th to January 3rd, so I stayed at my apartment alone! Isn’t it terrible? So I was so happy this year! In the morning, I cleaned up my apartment, and left. I was very looking forward to see my do, Shiro. She seemed gained weight little bit, but she was still cute! My mother and I dote on Shiro too much, and we think that our dog is the smartest and the cutest dog in the world. Actually, she can’t do anything. &lt;br /&gt;At the night, I went to bed before seeing the old year out and the New Year in. In my family, we usually eat the buckwheat noodles eaten on New Year’s Eve around twelve O’clock just like other Japanese do. Then I woke up late on January 1st, and I visited the grave with my mom and dad. It was so cold and I didn’t want to go out, but I feel weird if I didn’t visit grave on New Year’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my dad’s sister and her family came to see us from Fukuoka. We eat lunch together every year, and we talk each other a lot. Then they go back to their home in the evening. It was good to see each other. The next day, I went to see one of my friends from Junior High School. She said she was going to marry her boyfriend on September or October. We are only 21 years old now! Isn’t it too fast to marry someone? However she seemed so happy, so I was happy, too. Then after we talked a lot, I went to get some DVDs to watch, and went back my home. I got two DVDs, Desperate Housewives and Gray’s Anatomy. Do you know them? I really like them because they are funny and little bit serious sometimes. I enjoyed watching them, and I helped my mom making supper then we ate. In the night, I was going to go back to my apartment, but I quit and I decided to stay one night longer at my home. Next day, I finished watching the DVDs, and went back to my apartment. Spending time in my parents gave me a chance to relax. (424 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1231018255656664901?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1231018255656664901/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1231018255656664901' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1231018255656664901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1231018255656664901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-did-recently.html' title='What I did recently'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5473718692312674849</id><published>2010-01-08T10:42:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:36:13.636+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-14 New York</title><content type='html'>This book is about New York.&lt;br /&gt;“The big apple” is the famous phrase for New York. I have heard that, too. The first chapter tells us why New York is called “The Big Apple”. However I didn’t understand well… &lt;br /&gt;Many pictures of famous buildings in New York were in the book. They had pictures of the Empire State Building, the World Trade Center, the United Nations Building, and the Statue of liberty. I remembered that I visited there when I was a Junior High School student. When I went there, the World trade center wasn’t there, and I saw many flowers and messages. Some people were playing “Amazing grace”. I was really impressed by that. &lt;br /&gt;This book says that there are 17,000 or more place to eat! I was so surprised by the sentence, “you can eat in New York every night for fifty years and never visit the same café or restaurant twice!” Can you believe that? I can’t imagine it. &lt;br /&gt;There are not only good things in New York. There are dangers, too. The book says, “Don’t carry a lot of money with you. Don’t travel on the subway alone at night. Stay with the crowds late at night. Go into the nearest hotel or shop if you suddenly feel afraid.” These sentences made me scared! However, many people still dream to work in New York or travel to New York because New York is so exciting city! (243 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5473718692312674849?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5473718692312674849/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5473718692312674849' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5473718692312674849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5473718692312674849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/br-14.html' title='B.R.-14 New York'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-3025468097774810346</id><published>2010-01-08T10:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:43:35.015+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>How to Steal a Million</title><content type='html'>How to steal a million &lt;br /&gt;I watched a DVD, called “How to Steal a Million”. This is really old movie, but I wanted to watch it because Audrey Hepburn was in the movie. She plays the main character, Nicole Bonnet. The story is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole lives with her father Charles Bonnet. He is very good at painting, and he makes many counterfeits, then he sells them. Nicole really doesn’t like it because it’s a crime. She always keeps telling him to stop selling his fake masterpieces, but he doesn’t care at all, and he gave Kleber-Lafavette museum a loan of his statue of Cellini Venus. The Cellini Venus that Charles made is displayed in a famous museum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Nicole was alone in her house at the night, and reading a book in her room then she heard a noise. She goes down stairs to check if someone is there, and a thief was there. The stranger was looking and doing something with a picture on the wall. Nicole didn’t call police because of the counterfeits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole thinks the man who was in her house was stealing the picture, but actually he is not. He is a “private detective, specializing in stolen work of art”, so at that night, he was chipping a piece of the coloring from Charles’ painting. &lt;br /&gt;However Dermott, the private detective, didn’t tell that to Nicole and acted like a thief. Of course he found out that the pictures are not real, but told nobody. Nicole and Dermott didn’t notice by themselves yet, but they were already in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, an old man came to the house and said that they insured Cellini Venus against all accidents for one million dollars. He also asks Charles, “Would you like to be present at the technical examination?” He says that’s they are required to insure. &lt;br /&gt;Now they are in big problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole contacts to Dermott to steal the Cellini Venus from the museum before the “technical examination”. At first, he wasn’t going to that because the Cellini Venus is under close guards, and he couldn’t understand why she needs to steal hers. However she can’t tell why, but she must do. They dates and think how to steal. &lt;br /&gt;The day to steal it came. They go to the museum, and they stay at the museum after it closed somehow. They hide a tiny space under the stairs, and wait until midnight. Dermott does steal the Cellini Venus with a magnet, piece of rope, and a boomerang! Can you imagine how did he make it? He is really genius. He is detective, so he knows many things to steal! Then they go home with the Cellini Venus, and he tells Nicole everything. He tells that he knew Cellini Venus wasn’t real, he could guess when Nicole asked him to steal it. &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the story, Dermott meet Charles and warns him to never do it, but Charles never learns and he still keeps enjoying it. Anyway, Nicole and Charles are very happy because they don’t need to have technical examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie. The story was interesting and how Dermott steal the Cellini Venus was really awesome. I also liked Nicole in old-fashioned clothes. They were so cute! I really recommend you to watch it. I think girls will like it.　(557 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-3025468097774810346?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/3025468097774810346/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=3025468097774810346' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3025468097774810346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3025468097774810346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-steal-million.html' title='How to Steal a Million'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5805311323656201437</id><published>2010-01-07T10:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:28:43.458+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-13 New Neighbors</title><content type='html'>A girl, Alice is the main character of this story. It doesn’t tell, but I think she is a little girl, maybe she is an elementary school student. She didn’t like her neighbors because the building was old and something was different from others. Her mom said Alice that she read too many mystery books and watch too much mystery on TV and movies, so her thinking is going wild. It was true that Alice likes to read mystery books and to watch mystery on TV, but she was sure that she thinks the neighbor is odd is not because of that. One day, she saw many people are going inside of the old buildings with boxes or strange shaped packages. Alice was watching that through the window in her bed room. One man was carrying a blanket, and it seemed something was in it. Actually, she saw an arm drop out from the blanket. In the night, she was watching the old building. She could tell what was going on inside because she could see a shadow on the wall through the window, and it seemed someone was breaking something or killing something! The next day morning, she got to check the old building. It seemed no one was there, so she got inside from the window. There are many boxes and some parts of the bodies on the floor, and she screamed. Then four of the new neighbor came and described that they are not real, they are puppet. They say that they are puppeteers and using the room for work. &lt;br /&gt;Alice still felt strange after that, too. I think I understand how she feels. If I were her, I would think they are strange, too, and the image won’t be effaced so easy. Anyway, I think it is interesting that children have so huge imagination.(398 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5805311323656201437?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5805311323656201437/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5805311323656201437' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5805311323656201437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5805311323656201437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/br-13-new-neighbors.html' title='B.R.-13 New Neighbors'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6064049161575702594</id><published>2010-01-06T23:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:40:38.961+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-12 Marcel goes to Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0SYenqbNRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/L8qN7cguAfI/s1600-h/201001062303000-782248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0SYenqbNRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/L8qN7cguAfI/s320/201001062303000-782248.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423627503071343890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The main characters in this story are two French mice, Marcel and Celine. One summer, they are on holiday and went to Hollywood. Then they stayed at a house. There is a family, dad, mom, and their daughter, Lois. When everyone in the house was sleeping, they Marcel heard a noise and looked through the window. He saw two men are taking Lois away. There was a note on a door, and it said, “We have the girl. Don’t go to the police. Be in your office tomorrow at 10. We have the telephone number.” In the morning, Lois’s parent notices that Lois isn’t there and finds the note. Marcel and Celine follow Lois’s dad going to his office at ten O’clock. Her dad seems very worried. Then the phone rang, and he answered it. It was the kidnapper, and he said bring one million dollars to a room at twelve O’clock. Of course Lois’s dad goes to the place that the kidnapper said with one million dollar, so the two mice followed him. At twelve O’clock, there was the kidnapper, and Lois’s dad gave him the money, but the kidnapper says that this is only the first time, and he isn’t going to give the daughter back, then he also says to stay home and wait for a phone call. Then Lois’s dad goes back to his home, but the two mice, Marcel and Celine stays with the kidnapper. The kidnapper calls a guy who was with him at the night Lois was taken, and says that he got the money and he is leaving, so the two mice hide in a big bag which money is in. The kidnapper doesn’t notice them, and goes to another kidnapper’s home. It was old, and Lois was in a room. In the night, the kidnapper fell asleep, and Marcel and Celine decided to help Lois. First, they hid the kidnapper’s gun in the kitchen, and carried the phone to another room, and called police to tell about the case. In the morning, two kidnappers wakes up, and there are polices already. They are caught, and Lois is taken back to her home. Her parents are very happy and the mice are happy, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was really easy to read. They had a lot of cute pictures, too. I wonder why Lois’s parent didn’t call the police because if I were them, I would call the police first. When I was a child, I always wished that animals could speak, but now I don’t because it weird! (431 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6064049161575702594?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6064049161575702594/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6064049161575702594' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6064049161575702594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6064049161575702594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_06.html' title='B.R.-12 Marcel goes to Hollywood'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0SYenqbNRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/L8qN7cguAfI/s72-c/201001062303000-782248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1492394127207293016</id><published>2010-01-06T15:29:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:56:41.818+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>M.R.6 Whale Rider</title><content type='html'>This is a story about Maori culture in New Zealand. The main character is a girl named Paikea. Paikea is also the name to man’s who came to New Zealand on a whale a long time ago. At the very first part of the story, Paikea was born, and her mother and her twin brother died. Paikea’s father lives in Germany, and she stays with her grandpa and grandma. Her grandpa, Koro is really strict about tradition. He wanted a boy to pass the tradition down from generation to generation. Paikea was kind of special. She did many things than other boys do, and she was interested in learning the traditions like taiaha. However Koro didn’t let her do that because Paikea is a girl. Koro always follows the old tradition, and doesn’t like breaking the traditions. I think that it is a really difficult problem. The traditions are important, but sometimes you need to break the traditions to do new things, and it makes things better sometimes. The existence of Paikea shows that to Koro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     At first, Koro wasn’t happy about Paikea’s birth, and he didn’t seem sad about Paikea’s mom’s death. I couldn’t understand that. Sometimes it is difficult to understand the culture for people who have a different culture. However I think it’s really interesting there are so many different cultures in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I liked when Paikea and Koro ride a bicycle together. However the scene was very sad when Paikea was going to leave her grandma and grandpa with her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I also felt the family love as I watch this movie. Even when they couldn’t understand each other, they don’t hate each other. For example, sometimes Koro yells at Paikea, and sometimes Paikea does things which are really bad for Koro, but they still love each other. I believe that the love among the family is the strongest! (314 words) &lt;embed height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/０７２１５MR6.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1492394127207293016?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1492394127207293016/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1492394127207293016' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1492394127207293016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1492394127207293016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr6-whale-rider.html' title='M.R.6 Whale Rider'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2930269997198374392</id><published>2010-01-06T15:14:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:22:51.026+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R-11 Christmas in Prague</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0QqXlfvRsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dD-hjQQHCgU/s1600-h/200912211231000-794222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0QqXlfvRsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dD-hjQQHCgU/s320/200912211231000-794222.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423506435951511234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This story begins with interesting phrases. “Do you know everything about your family – your parents, your grand parents, your brothers or sisters, your uncle or aunts? Does your family know everything about you? All families have secrets.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is a family in this story. Jan, his English wife Carol, and his father Josef, and they live in Oxford. Jan has never sawn his mother, because she died when Jan was a baby, and Josef always has a picture of his dead wife in his pocket. Carol plays the harp in an orchestra, so she is going to go to Prague to give some concerts on Christmas, and she wants Jan and Josef to come. Josef says that Prague is a very beautiful place, but he never wants to go there. At a morning, Jan told Josef that Carol really wants to go to Prague to play the harp in the concerts, and she wants them to come, then Josef finally said okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol is in Prague to have rehearsals, and Jan and Josef is coming two days later. After the rehearsal, she went shopping to get some Christmas presents for them. When she was walking down the street, she saw Jan across the street. She thought, “Why was he in Prague so soon?” She shouted to him, but he didn’t hear her. She shouted very loud, again. “Jan! Jan! It’s me, Carol!” This time, he turned to Carol, but he didn’t smile or speak, and he started to walk away. Carol was very afraid, and felt like she was loosing him. Suddenly Carol runs across the street, but there was a bus, and Carol lay in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the orchestra is having a rehearsal, and soon they notice that Carol is not there, and the conductor finds out that Carol is in a hospital. He goes to the hospital, and calls to her husband. Carol wakes up, and she says she saw Jan on the street yesterday, but the conductor can’t understand what she is talking about because when he talked her husband on the phone, he was still in Oxford. Few hours later, a man, Pavel who saw the street accident came to see how Carol was doing, and Jan and Josef arrived to hospital, too. They are very confused because Pavel is Josef’s son and Jan’s twin brother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Josef talked about a night at Christmas which was long, long time ago. When Josef was young, he married Jan and Pavel’s mother, Lenka. However, things were difficult in Prague at that time, and they got to leave there. They planed to go to Austria, and then go to England. Josef and Jan could get Austria at night on 24th. Then next day night, Lenca and Pavel tried, but the guards noticed them, and shot Lenca. After that, Pavel stayed with Lenka’s mother. She told him Lenka dies at a hospital, and Josef left and he is having new life in England, so Pavel was mad at Josef because Josef never wrote to him. Then Josef shows a piece of paper. It was a very old letter from Lenca’s grandma to Josef. The letter said that Lenca and Pavel were shot at the border, and she never wants to see him or hear from him, so never come back to Prague. Now Carol, Jan, and Pavel understood. Then the conducter came into the room, and said that he needs her to play the harp in the concert at the night. &lt;br /&gt;At the concert, Carol could play the harp, and Jan and Josef could go to the concert with their new family! They all are happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was really interesting! I never could guess what was going to happen. I chose this book because it’s the day before CHRISTMAS! I wished that I could stay with my family. &lt;br /&gt;I remember the Christmas about four years ago. I was in America that year. December the 24th, I went to a Church with my host family at the night. We sang a song, and prayed. They had a very big tree and many candles. They were really beautiful, and it was a very good experience to me. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a nice Christmas! (712 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2930269997198374392?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2930269997198374392/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2930269997198374392' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2930269997198374392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2930269997198374392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='B.R-11 Christmas in Prague'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/S0QqXlfvRsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dD-hjQQHCgU/s72-c/200912211231000-794222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6090917800326224383</id><published>2009-12-11T11:57:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:59:44.738+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-5 Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>This is a romantic comedy movie. I think this movie is telling us to do something nice for people, and do not to be selfish or egotistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The main character is Phil Connor who is a weatherman. He isn’t nice to people because he thinks he is a star or something, and he acts like a star. Every year he has to go to Pennsylvania to cover an event, called Groundhog Day. Groundhog Day is a day when a groundhog comes and tells us that spring is coming soon. Phil hates the event and hates going to the town because it is the countryside. Of course he is not nice to the people in the town. In the last part of the movie, he falls in love with Rita, a woman who works with Phil, and tries to make her fall in love with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic story of this movie is that tomorrow doesn’t come to Phil. Phil spends the same day again and again. On February 2nd, Phil was staying in Pennsylvania for Groundhog Day, as usual. In the morning, the radio says that it is Groundhog Day, and Phil wakes up then goes to report the event. The next morning, Phil hears that radio say it’s Groundhog Day, today, and the same thing happens just like yesterday. At first, he does what he wants. He does many bad things, but after falls in love with Rita, he notices that doing bad things doesn’t make people or him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, even when I got things that I wanted, like clothes, shoes, or bags, I felt that I wanted more. Only getting things for myself still makes me feel like there is something missing. However when someone was pleased because of me, I would be really happy. I think everyone felt that, too. I looked back these few days if I had done something nice for people around me, and I couldn’t remember, so I will try to do something good for someone from today. This movie made me think about not little things, but really important things. (351 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/０７２１５MR5mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6090917800326224383?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6090917800326224383/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6090917800326224383' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6090917800326224383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6090917800326224383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-review-5-groundhog-day.html' title='Movie Review-5 Groundhog Day'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-7253504517399500542</id><published>2009-12-11T11:54:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:01:04.139+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-4 Drumline</title><content type='html'>This movie tells us how precious friends are. In the movie, the character always helped each other when they are in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;The main character in this movie was Devon. He had a genius for playing the drum, but he was also a problem child in the band. He is not used to listen to people’s advice. However he was always nice to his mother and his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In the movie, Devon just entered a college called A&amp;T. A&amp;T is famous for a marching drum, but these years, A&amp;T haven’t won Morris Brown which was a rival brass band team. Morris Brown plays pop music, and it has a high popularity among the listeners, but A&amp;T doesn’t play pop music because Dr. Lee doesn’t like that, and he seeks for “real” music. Dr. Lee is kind of strict, but really nice director who thinks a lot for his students. &lt;br /&gt;One day, Dr. Lee knew that Devon couldn’t read the music, and Dr. Lee made him study to be able to read the music. Devon couldn’t understand that Dr. Lee didn’t let him play the drum until Devon became to be able to read the music because he can play better than other teammates without the music. However, his girlfriend, Laila teaches Devon that sometimes he can’t do the things what he only want to do, and Devon also teaches Laila that she was just dancing to her parent’s tune, and sometimes she needs to do what she wants to do. &lt;br /&gt;In the end of the story, Devon studies a lot to read the music with Sean who used to dislike Devon. Then they got to be friendly, and then made music together for next big competition. It was really good, and the year, they could win Morris Brown with the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     At first, I didn’t like Devon because he was impudent and cocky. In fact, he was kind of that, but so nice to his friends. One time, he taught his friend how to play better really hard. I thought if I can do something really hard for other people.I got to imitate him! Also, the words that Laila and Devon said to each other were really important things, too. I know I should listen to people saying something for me, but sometimes I care too much about people around me, like my family or my friends. I learned many lessons from this movie.&lt;br /&gt;You will not enjoy only the story but the music and the dance. (417 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/０７２１５MR4.mp3.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-7253504517399500542?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/7253504517399500542/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=7253504517399500542' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7253504517399500542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7253504517399500542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-review-4-drumline.html' title='Movie Review-4 Drumline'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1848354995956066830</id><published>2009-12-11T11:35:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:03:48.911+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-3 Cars</title><content type='html'>When McQueen was going to California for a race called The Piston Cup, he was caught by a police car because he was driving too fast. Instead of putting him in jail, the judge made him fix the road in the town, Radiator Springs. The cars in Radiator Springs have a big problem. The problem is that they have no visitors because the stores and road are too old. The town isn’t even on the maps. That’s why McQueen was forced to fix the road there. Everyone, especially Sally, a blue Porsche, is trying to bring customers and trying to get the town back to it’s original feeling. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     At first, McQueen hated being in the town, but he had to stay there few days to make the road better, and he practiced running faster while staying in the town. As he stayed in the town, he came to like the town because he drove to some nice place there with Sally. One more thing to make him interested in the town was Hudson Hornet. He had won The Piston Cup three times, and he was in the town! Before he came there, he didn’t like getting dirty or “rusty old cars”. However he changed his mind because he knew many nice “rusty old cars” in the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     At the last part of the story, Radiator Springs got better because of McQueen, but he was taken back to The Piston Cup, so he had to leave the town. During the race, he couldn’t stop thinking about the days that he used to spend in the town. However I was so happy when the cars from Radiator Springs were supporting McQueen in the car race. McQueen didn’t win in the race, but he learned there are more important things than winning in the race. I was almost going to cry at the end of the race. I will show this movie to my kids. 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I think it tells us how precious our families are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The main characters are Daniel Hillard, Miranda, and three children. &lt;br /&gt;Daniel Hillard is Miranda’s husband and three children’s dad. He was a voice actor, but he was fired. He is not good at working, but really good at taking care of his children. He spends more than he earns. He loves his children and stays with them all day. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda is Daniel’s wife. She is an interior decorator, and really good at working. She earns money for her family. When she gets home after working, the house is always messy because of Daniel and the children. Miranda was getting tired of cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda and Daniel’s children’s names are Lydia, Chris, and Natalie. They like their mom, but they love their dad more than their mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One day, Miranda gets a phone call from police, and goes back to her home to see what is happening. There are many animals inside and outside of the house. The music is really loud and of course the room was so messy. Daniel was having a birthday party for his son, Chris. Then Miranda had to clean the house again. Daniel always messes the house, and Miranda always cleans it up. Miranda can’t stand Daniel any more. So they got divorced and children stayed with Miranda because Daniel doesn’t have any job. Daniel can’t stay with his children, so he was so sad. However Daniel got an idea to spend more time with the children. He knew that Miranda is looking for a nice person who can take care of the children while she was at work, so Daniel introduced himself as Mrs. Doubtfire and pretended to be a really nice old woman. No one recognizes Daniel, and they like Mrs. Doubtfire. &lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be okay somehow, but there were still some problems around him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It was not only a funny story, but also good to think about family. When Daniel and his children are separated, they seemed very sad. I can’t imagine what it is like to be separated from my family, either. When people marry, they love each other so much, but it is difficult to keep that feeling. These days, many people get divorced. I know that sometimes it makes things better, but it not really nice for their children. However I was kind of glad that even thoughthey got divorced, Daniel still loves his children a lot and tries to do many things for them. &lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first day Mrs. Doubtfire comes to take care of the children? The children don’t like Mrs. Doubtfire, yet. When they go to upstairs to do their homework, they say, “If dad were here…” or something, and Mrs. Doubtfire says, “I’m here,” with a little voice. It was my favorite scene. I really felt his devotion to his children. 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He made a machine and named it, the Truth Machine. How to use the machine is, first the questioner sits in a little chair, and the truth speaker sits at a big chair. Next, Professor Verity sits in front of the controls. If the truth speaker lies, the machine tells us that the person is lying. &lt;br /&gt;One day, Professor Verity finally completed the Truth Machine, and called newspaper office. Then a reporter came to his laboratory soon, and asked Professor Verity few questions. The reporter asked why he made the Truth Machine, and Professor Verity answered that he loves truth, good people, and peace, and he hates lies, bad people, and war. The truth machine loves truth, good people, and peace, and it hates lies, bad people, and war. The reporter wrote it down, and went back to his newspaper office. &lt;br /&gt;Soon, Professor Verity was on the radio and television, so many people new about him and the Truth Machine. People from all over the world sent him letters and money. Professor Verity read all of the letters and chose three people, Mrs. Seeker from Australia, Inspector Sack from South America, and Dr. Simple from the U.S. Professor Verity wrote them back to come to see him, and to be one of the first clients. Few days later, Mrs. Seeker　visited professor Verity, and said that she wouldn’t be his first client because the first client would be her husband! She says that her husband has an affair. Professor Verity told her to come next Monday morning. &lt;br /&gt;Then, Inspector Sack was the next visitor. He is a policeman, and he says that he wants Professor Verity’s help to fight against the criminals. Professor tells inspector to bring the criminals to him next Monday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;The third client was Dr. Simple, and he already knew that he was professor’s third visitor and he also knew about Mrs. Seeker and inspector Sack. Mr. Simple is a spy, and he says that he has caught a spy, and he wants the truth from the spy. Professor tells Dr. Simple to come again next Monday evening. &lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and Mrs. Seeker brought her husband to Professor Verity’s laboratory. Mrs. Seeker asks Mr. Seeker if he loves her, but he says that he doesn’t love her, and he loves Anne Elliott, Mrs. Seeker’s best friend. Now she got the truth, but she doesn’t know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;The afternoon, Inspector Sack came with his boss, the Chief Inspector, and some criminals. The criminals tell the truth one after another. Inspector Sack is very happy now. However, suddenly his boss says that they don’t need Inspector Sack anymore because no more criminals, no more work. Now he lost his job. &lt;br /&gt;The Monday evening, a dangerous spy was brought by Dr. Simple. At first, the spy seemed telling them truth, but he said that he is not telling the truth because always lying is the truth for him. Now they don’t even know if he is telling the truth or not. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Seeker, Inspector Sack, and Dr. Simple are mad at professor Verity. They visited professor Verity, and this time they are the questioners, and the truth speaker is Professor Verity. He was asked what really want, and answered that he wanted money and power. They are so mad. Dr. Simple broke the truth machine, and inspector shot Verity with his gun. &lt;br /&gt;This story was kind of long, but very easy to read. I didn’t like the end of story. The story ended by halves. (603 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1652155304031192142?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1652155304031192142/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1652155304031192142' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1652155304031192142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1652155304031192142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='B.R-10 The Truth Machine'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SwObh0Us2fI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aYsFn6jRYuM/s72-c/200911181600000-723687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4193573458028669321</id><published>2009-10-26T15:09:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:49:09.481+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-5 Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>This is a romantic comedy movie. I think this movie is telling us to do something nice for people, and do not to be selfish or egotistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The main character is Phil Connor who is a weatherman. He isn’t nice to people because he thinks he is a star or something, and he acts like a star. Every year he has to go to Pennsylvania to cover an event, called Groundhog Day. Groundhog Day is a day when a groundhog comes and tells us that spring is coming soon. Phil hates the event and hates going to the town because it is the countryside. Of course he is not nice to the people in the town. In the last part of the movie, he falls in love with Rita, a woman who works with Phil, and tries to make her fall in love with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic story of this movie is that tomorrow doesn’t come to Phil. Phil spends the same day again and again. On February 2nd, Phil was staying in Pennsylvania for Groundhog Day, as usual. In the morning, the radio says that it is Groundhog Day, and Phil wakes up then goes to report the event. The next morning, Phil hears that radio say it’s Groundhog Day, today, and the same thing happens just like yesterday. At first, he does what he wants. He does many bad things, but after falls in love with Rita, he notices that doing bad things doesn’t make people or him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, even when I got things that I wanted, like clothes, shoes, or bags, I felt that I wanted more. Only getting things for myself still makes me feel like there is something missing. However when someone was pleased because of me, I would be really happy. I think everyone felt that, too. I looked back these few days if I had done something nice for people around me, and I couldn’t remember, so I will try to do something good for someone from today. This movie made me think about not little things, but really important things. (354 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4193573458028669321?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4193573458028669321/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4193573458028669321' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4193573458028669321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4193573458028669321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-reaview-2-groundhog-day.html' title='Movie Review-5 Groundhog Day'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4858916645410159712</id><published>2009-10-16T11:20:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:50:40.804+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-9 Different Worlds</title><content type='html'>The main character is a girl, Sam. She can’t hear anything. When she was born, she was a deaf. She doesn’t know much about her father because he left after Sam was born, but she had a beautiful, nice mother. Her mother plays music, laughs a lot, and says, “Life’s short, so choose to be happy.” Aren’t they so good words? I won’t forget these words, too. When she is eighteen years old, there is a man who Sam is in love with. Sam likes the man, but she doesn’t know his name. He works at a fruit and vegetable store, and Sam always watches the man working from her room window. Until she falls in love with him, she didn’t think anything about being deaf, but now, she wished that she could hear sounds like other people could. One day, she bought a newspaper at the store, and the man talked to Sam. Sam could lip-read, and she understood what he said to her, but she didn’t reply because she didn’t like using her voice. She had tried to talk, but her friends never understood what she is saying, or sometimes children made fun of her. That’s why she doesn’t like talking. Then Sam felt Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has a best friend, named Ron, and he knows the man working the store because the man is a friend of Ron’s brother, Pete. The man’s name is Jim. The night, Pete is going to have a party, and Jim will come to the party, so Ron invited Sam to the party, too. At the party, Sam and Jim got closer. Jim understood that Sam couldn’t hear, and he also knew that Sam could lip-read. They had fun conversation, but at the moment, there was a pretty girl in a red dress standing behind Sam. Sam doesn’t know if the girl is Jim’s girlfriend. Ron was like a brother to Sam, but they seemed like lovers, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next week, Sam went to his shop to get some stuff, and Jim was there. They talked about the night at the party, and Jim asked her, “is Ron your boyfriend?” Sam answered that he is not her boyfriend, he is her best friend. Jim smiled and they promised to meet the next day at the night. &lt;br /&gt;The next day, they went to a bar. Many people don’t understand what she says, but Jim does, and Jim talks slowly, so Sam can lip-read easily. They talked a lot and laughed a lot. They talked where they raised, and what they want to do in the future. &lt;br /&gt;After that, they met and talked as often as they could. When they are not together, they e-mailed, so if they couldn’t see each other, they spoke everyday. Sam was so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Sam was walking alone, and a girl stood in front of her. It was the girl in red dress from the party. She was very mad, and said that she was Jim’s girlfriend until Sam and Jim met at the party. She also told Sam about Jim that Sam doesn’t know. Jim plays music, and music is everything for him, so he needs to be with someone who can listen to his music, she says. She also said, “Stay away from Jim”, and left. &lt;br /&gt;Sam was very sad all day. Jim came to her home because Sam didn’t reply to his e-mail, and tried to tell Sam that he loves Sam, but it wasn’t enough for her. She was still sad. Jim told that he was dating with the girl, Lauren few months, but it was last year, and he said sorry that he didn’t tell her about his music. Sam understood Jim, but she couldn’t forget Lauren’s words because these were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was still sad everyday, and mom talked to her about Sam’s father and how Jim loves her. Then Sam notices what she was thinking was stupid thing. After that, her mom takes Sam to a building, and Jim was playing music with his friends there. Sam could see real Jim there, and felt the vibration of his music in the floor under her feet. Jim notices Sam, and kisses! They are so happy in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was kind of angry with Lauren, the mean girl in the red dress from the party, and felt sorry for Jim because he is nice and really loves Sam, but Sam couldn’t answer to him at first because of Lauren! However it made their feeling for each other stronger, didn’t it? As I read this story, I felt so happy and made me want to be in love with someone, but I guess I won’t.  (789 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4858916645410159712?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4858916645410159712/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4858916645410159712' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4858916645410159712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4858916645410159712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/10/br-9-different-worlds.html' title='B.R.-9 Different Worlds'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-8271369806848175856</id><published>2009-10-16T11:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:06:22.561+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review1 Mr. Incredible</title><content type='html'>The main characters are Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, Dash, Violet, Jack-Jack, and IncrediBoy.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl are a superhero and a superlady. They got married and had three children. One is a daughter who is named Violet. She has a power to disappear. She is a very shy girl, so she uses the power to disappear from in front of a boy Violet likes. Other two are sons who are named Dash and Jack-Jack. Dash has power to run very fast. Jack-Jack is only a baby who doesn’t have any special power. IncrediBoy is one of Mr. Incredible’s fans and wants to be Mr. Incredible’s partner, but Mr. Incredible says that he doesn’t need any partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible likes saving people from danger, and one day, he saves a man’s life. The man was going to commit suicide by jumping off from a very tall building, and he didn’t want to be saved. People who were saved but did not want to be saved accuse Mr. Incredible, so he can’t save people. Other superheroes became just normal people, too. After that, Mr. Incredible works at a company, but he isn’t happy because he can’t use his powers and can’t help people in trouble. His family had to act like they are normal, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a woman who is called Mirage appears in front of Mr. Incredible and says that she needs his special power. Of course Mr. Incredible goes to see her many times because he can use his power to make things better. After that, he felt happy, and it made his family feel happy, too. However it was a trap set by Syndrome. Syndrome was IncrediBoy, the biggest fan of Mr. Incredible. Now his name is Syndrome and he hates Mr. Incredible because of the words that Mr. Incredible said before. He told him, “Fly home. I work alone.”  Then Syndrome got stronger to kill Mr. incredible, but his family comes to help him. Elastigirl didn’t let Violet and Dash use their special power, but now they can use their power! They also help people from Syndrome, and they are superheroes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At end of the story, their youngest baby, Jack-Jack showed his special powers. He wasn’t normal, either. It was so cute when Dash runs as fast as he can. He seemed so happy. I also remember that Elastigirl cries a lot because she thinks Mr. Incredible is cheating on her. The scene was sad, but I liked that. &lt;br /&gt;I hoped that they were around us. Don’t you think so? (427/5114 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/０７２１５MR1.mp3.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-8271369806848175856?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/8271369806848175856/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=8271369806848175856' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8271369806848175856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8271369806848175856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-review1-mr-incredible.html' title='Movie Review1 Mr. Incredible'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2933407776692019432</id><published>2009-10-14T14:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:50:09.887+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-8 Ali and his Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/StVnD2TcaBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jhzZ_GmU7YA/s1600-h/NEC_0072-735606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/StVnD2TcaBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jhzZ_GmU7YA/s320/NEC_0072-735606.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392329444660373522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ali, a boy who lives in Turkey is the main character in this story. He is interested in taking photos, but he doesn’t have his camera. He always takes photos in his heads. After school, he goes to a big market near his house and helps people with carrying their bags. Then people give Ali what they want. Sometimes they give Ali some foods, and sometimes they give him little money. Ali never spends the money, and saves them to get a camera. One day, Ali was walking the street with an old man to carry his heavy bags. A man was following them, and took a man’s bag that Ali was carrying. Ali tried to take back the bag, so the thief hit Ali. Ali fell down, and his money that he earned by carrying people’s bag fell out from his pocket. The thief took the money instead of the bag. Ali was very sad, but he said nothing and began making money again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another day, there was an old woman with two bags, and she asked Ali to carry them to her home. In the way, the old woman and Ali talked a lot. He tells her that he doesn’t have any camera, but he always takes photos in his head. When they got the old woman’s home, she asked him what they want, and Ali answered, “give me what you want.” Ali never said how much to give. She gave him a banana, and he was going out of the house. The old woman stopped Ali and gave him a camera that her son got first time. The old woman said, “You’re a very good boy. Remember my name. It’s Mrs. Yildiz,” Ali is so happy, and he told about it to his mom. His mom gave him some money to get films, but he didn’t take them because Ali wanted to get films by his own money. He kept working every after school, and finally he got some money for films. He bought some films and visited the old woman, Mrs. Yildiz to take photos. There was her son, Yusuf, too. Yusuf says that he can teach Ali a lot about photos. He looked at Ali’s pictures, and said that some of them were good, but some of them were not so good. At that time, Ali was very angry, but after a while he noticed that being meek and mild is important to learn new things. &lt;br /&gt;Ali studies a lot about photos and his photos got better. One day, Ali’s photo was on a newspaper. Yusuf putted the photo on the newspaper. Ali got a new job to take photos for newspaper. Ali is so happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Ali even didn’t have a camera, but he worked hard to get a camera, and studied a lot to take better pictures. I used to give up many things before trying, but I got to change my mind. Now I believe that I can do what ever I want if I try really hard. (509/4687 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2933407776692019432?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2933407776692019432/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2933407776692019432' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2933407776692019432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2933407776692019432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_14.html' title='B.R.-8 Ali and his Camera'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/StVnD2TcaBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jhzZ_GmU7YA/s72-c/NEC_0072-735606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4750898252876883935</id><published>2009-10-09T01:01:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:13:07.269+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>My Stay in Okinawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Ss4M-nkTebI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ndxsxRNY7SA/s1600-h/200909251720000-721932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Ss4M-nkTebI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ndxsxRNY7SA/s320/200909251720000-721932.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390260073921739186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last summer, I went to Okinawa to see one of my friends. She is not from Okinawa, but she is living in Okinawa for one year. Her name is Sayako, and she is 21 years old. Sayako and I are very good friends from K.G.U. Now Sayako goes to O.K.U as an exchange student for one year. She said that she had never lived without her family, so she wanted to try to live alone. She says she really enjoys her stay in Okinawa. When she left Kumamoto, I promised that I would visit her before she gets back to Kumamoto, so I did. At six O’clock, I went Kumamoto Kotsu C. and took a bus to Fukuoka Airport. Then I got on the plane. I was so excited because I loved Okinawa and could see my friend. When I got off the plane, my friend was waiting there for me. We rented a car, and went to Churaumi- aquarium. I took this picture there. They had so big water tank. It was the biggest in Japan! There were so many interesting fish and shark and…and more! A boy was tying to take pivtures of sharks. I thought it was so cute, so I took a picture of him. We also watched “Oki-chan Show”. Oki-chan is a name of a dolphin. We enjoyed watching that, and went to the beach. The water was so clear. However it was kind of dark, so we went back to Sayako’s apartment. We took about one and half hour to get there. We were lost kind of, but we could go back to her home some how. Then we went to Yakiniku and ate a lot. The next day, we went shopping and beach again. It was sunny day, and many people were there. The water wasn’t so cold. I felt like I’m in Onsen. In the evening, we went to Kokusaidori. They had many interesting stores, but I got nothing and ate supper there. The night was my last stay in Okinawa. Sayako and I talked a lot and fell asleep. The next day, I took airplane and went back to Kumamoto. I want to go there again. (365/4178 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4750898252876883935?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4750898252876883935/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4750898252876883935' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4750898252876883935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4750898252876883935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_09.html' title='My Stay in Okinawa'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Ss4M-nkTebI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ndxsxRNY7SA/s72-c/200909251720000-721932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6920457569271100497</id><published>2009-10-07T21:29:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:48:39.267+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>CUTE KITTY★</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SsyJwznjqzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wvm4VLyZWxw/s1600-h/200909120009000-795415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SsyJwznjqzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wvm4VLyZWxw/s320/200909120009000-795415.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389834325638490930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look at this cute cat’s picture! This is not my cat, but my friend’s cat. This is American-short-hair-cat. Do you know about American-short-hair-cat? I didn’t know much about that kind of cats, but my friend told me a lot about the cats. They have symmetrical stripes on their back! I looked on her back, and she really had symmetrical stripes! It was beautiful. Her name is Yu-chan, and she is very friendly. When I am just sitting, she tries to come to my shoulder, and starts sleeping. I didn’t know that cats are so friendly. I thought cats don’t play with people, and they like playing by themselves. I wasn’t cat person, but I felt I wanted to have my cat. However I won’t have cat because I have a dog, Shiro! Shiro might be jealous, so I won’t have any other pets. (143/ 3813 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6920457569271100497?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6920457569271100497/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6920457569271100497' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6920457569271100497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6920457569271100497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='CUTE KITTY★'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SsyJwznjqzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wvm4VLyZWxw/s72-c/200909120009000-795415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-8262154818062470941</id><published>2009-10-07T21:24:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:29:24.679+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R-7 Tales from Hans Andersen</title><content type='html'>I chose this book to read because it has many famous stories that I know, so I thought it would be easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly duckling&lt;br /&gt;The main Characters are ducks! There was a mother duck sitting on some eggs, and the ducklings come out. However, the biggest egg is not open, yet. About one hour later it opened, but the duckling was very big and ugly. Everyday the mother duck and ducklings stayed all together, but the ducklings don’t take the ugly duckling into their circle. They were very mean to him, and he left them. Then the biggest ugly duckling meats many animals, but they are mean to him, too. One day, the ugly duckling seas swans swimming. He wished that he could be beautiful like them. Sometimes he felt like he wants to die. He was alone long, long time. Another day, he seas swans, again, and he went to talk to them. He thought they might kill him because he is ugly, but he didn’t care. He just tried to swim them to talk. The ugly duck says, “kill me”, and lowered his head. Then what he seas? He saw a very beautiful swan on the surface. He was a swan! That was why he was different from other ducklings. The other swans gave a welcome to him. This story was little bit different from a story that I know. Half way of the story, I felt so sorry for the ugly duckling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;There is a Sea King living under the sea, and he has six children. After his wife’s death, his grandma took care of the children, and they really liked their grandma. The children were very beautiful mermaid princesses, specially the youngest one. Some times grandmother tells them that there is another world out side of the water, and youngest princess is really interested in the people lives on the land. Every little thing was unbelievable to them. One day, the little princess was looking at a ship, and the ship broke. A young prince was drowning, so she saved his life. He doesn’t remember her, but she loves him. She goes to an old woman who can use magic, and the old woman gives a magic drink to the little princess. She drinks it, and she gets two feet, then she lot voice instead of the feet. There was one more thing she had to do. She must marry him! If she couldn’t she would die. At the end of the story, she couldn’t marry him or stay together, but she didn’t die because she was very nice and she had helped people. The little mermaid was happy with that, but I wasn’t. I wanted the little princess to marry him.　(463/3670 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-8262154818062470941?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/8262154818062470941/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=8262154818062470941' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8262154818062470941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8262154818062470941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/10/br-7-tales-from-hans-anderson.html' title='B.R-7 Tales from Hans Andersen'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-767231875191903479</id><published>2009-09-24T11:25:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:29:50.177+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-6 The Barbecue</title><content type='html'>The main character was Donut. His mother was going to be forty years old, so they are having a party. Donut invited his friends and their parents. However Sam was not happy about that because her dad will be working, so he won’t be able to come to the party. Sam was unhappy about that. Donut said that they are going to have barbecue, and he told a story about the barbecue they had last time. The last time, Donut’s stepfather set too close to the garden fence, so the fire leaped to the fence. Then they had to call out the fire brigade. Donut’s friends didn’t believe that. They said Donut is making that up! Donut found his little sister, Cleo and said, “tell everyone what happened last time we had barbecue.” Cleo told everyone about the fire, and they believed that. The Barbecue day came. People brought presents for Mrs. Pringles, and she was so happy. She went to make it sure if the fire is not too close to the garden fence, and Mr. Pringles said that the fire was fine this time. After cooking, Mrs. Pringles started playing the piano, and Mr. Pringles started singing. As he sings, he began to climb a big oak tree. Mrs. Pringle said to come down to him angrily. However Mr. Pringle was so scared and couldn’t come down. Then they called the fire brigade again, and Sam’s dad came. He is a fire fighter, and he helps Mr. Pringle coming back down to the ground. Then Sam’s dad joins to the barbecue, and they all are happy now. I remembered the American style barbecue. It’s so different from Japanese barbecue, but it was really fun, too. (287/3107 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-767231875191903479?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/767231875191903479/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=767231875191903479' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/767231875191903479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/767231875191903479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/09/br-6-barbecue.html' title='B.R.-6 The Barbecue'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-8577316032428534638</id><published>2009-09-24T10:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:29:50.177+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-5 Gandhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrOGDCYvLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oLHJzICVtZA/s1600-h/200909240119000-740434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrOGDCYvLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oLHJzICVtZA/s320/200909240119000-740434.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384842907764702386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chapter 1  An Ordinary Boy&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi’s full name was Mohandes Karamchand Gandhi. I didn’t know his full name, and I don’t know how to pronounce. He was born in 1869 in the west of India. When he was a boy, Britain was a very strong country. Britain Ruled India, and about East India Company was written in Chapter 1. I had learned about East India Company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2  “Coloreds sit in third class!”&lt;br /&gt;Mohandes’ parents found a wife, named Kasturbai for him when he was only thirteen years old, and they got first baby in 1886. It was very common thing at that time. (Now I can’t understand. I still don’t want to marry, yet.) Gandhi’s first job was in Africa, which was also under the British rule. He had to leave his wife and his baby, but he was excited because it wouldn’t be longer than one years. An evening, he was on a train, and a white man got on the train, and said, “Get out of here. Coloreds can’t sit in here.” Gandhi had first class ticket, so he didn’t move because he wasn’t wrong. Then the white man called a police, and they threw him out of the train. Gandhi thought it was wrong, and he stayed in South Africa with his family about twenty years to fight against the discrimination. However things got worse, and they got new laws. Gandhi was sent to prison because of the law sometimes. Gandhi started nonviolence protect. About a month later, World War 1 started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3  “Go and find India”&lt;br /&gt;“Go and find India! Listen, but do not speak. Learn!” These words were from an old Indian friend and a teacher to Gandhi because he was very famous in India, but he didn’t know about his country well. He obeyed the words and went to so many places in India, then met many people. This book said, “He wanted five things: no violence between Hindus and Muslims; the same rights for untouchables (people who does the dirty jobs) as for other Hindus; Indians in Indian clothes; the same rights for women as men; independence for India from British rule.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4  “I wanted to teach India a lesson”&lt;br /&gt;In World War1, Indians fought with British, and died for them. When World War 1 was over, Indians thought that British would give them more rights, but it was wrong. Nothing changed, or went worse. However people didn’t give up. People put off British clothes and wore only Indian clothes. The British thought, “We think he is wating. He will use violence when he is ready.” Then they put Gandhi in prison for two years again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5  “I can’t get away from people!”&lt;br /&gt;Nonviolence protest wasn’t really working. They often used violence between Hindus and Muslims. Gandhi started to fast, and said, “I will eat again when the violence stops. Not before.” Then Hindu and Muslim leaders came to Gandhi to stop and told him that they are not fighting any more. He stopped fighting for Gandhi! I can see how people respected him from that. Often Gandhi was feeling tired, and he stopped going around for meetings and stayed home, ashram with children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6  “We have to do something big.”&lt;br /&gt;At the time, three important readers were there. They were Gandhi, Jawaharlal Nehru, and Mohammed Ali Jinnah. Nehru liked Gandhi, and he was very close to Gandhi, but Jinnah wasn’t. He didn’t like Gandhi’s idea. These three leaders met British reader to talk about independence, but British were not ready for that. Gandhi thought something to do big thing. In India, it was too hot to live without salt in summer, but they had to pay money to British to sell salt. Then Gandhi and many Indians took salt and sold them in the cities without paying to the British. Of course British put them to prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7  “I will only eat when the violence ends.”&lt;br /&gt;This time, people didn’t listen to Gandhi’s idea nonviorent protest. People were going to fight against British for independence. There were many other problems, and Gandhi started fast in many places until people stop using violence. It worked little by little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8  “Oh God!”&lt;br /&gt;On January 30, 1948, Gandhi was going to a meeting, and five hundred people were waiting for him. He walked threw the people, but a man didn’t move. He stood in front of Gandhi, and the man shot Gandhi three times! Gandhi said, “Oh god!” and he dead. People were so sad, but they followed Gandhi’s idea after his death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a elementary school student, I had learned that there was Gandhi in India, and I just knew he fought against violence. Then I knew more about him after reading this book. I recommend people to know about his life. (815/2820 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-8577316032428534638?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/8577316032428534638/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=8577316032428534638' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8577316032428534638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8577316032428534638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_6975.html' title='B.R.-5 Gandhi'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrOGDCYvLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oLHJzICVtZA/s72-c/200909240119000-740434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-8340365074766538160</id><published>2009-09-24T10:39:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:29:50.178+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-4 Audrey Hepburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrN7S-PHDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4CzWgH2kXAY/s1600-h/200909232059000-797555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrN7S-PHDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4CzWgH2kXAY/s320/200909232059000-797555.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384842723063700530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This book is about a life Audrey Hepburn. I read this book because I love her movies. I have watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Roman Holliday, Paris When it Sizzles, and How to Steal Million. They were old movies, but I liked the stories. &lt;br /&gt;People think she is pretty and beautiful, and talented. I liked her looks, and I think everyone did, but Audrey didn’t like her looks because she has a square-jaw, and she thought she was fat. Can you believe that? This book also told me that she wasn’t always right. I thought every movie that she was in was very famous and people liked it, but it wasn’t always true. This book said that she sometimes made mistakes, too. They had a movie called Green Mansion, and Audrey Hepburn was a bird girl in the movie. However it was her worst movie. Same time, she was pregnant, but when she went to Mexico to take a movie called The Unforgiven, she fell off a horse, then she lost her baby. Isn’t it so sad? When she got older, she began to think that she wants to help poor, hungry children, and she did. She started to work for United Nations in Africa. At the and of this book, a picture of Audrey, almost sixty years old has an African little boy on her back. She just wore light make-up, but she was still so beauty. (237/2005 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-8340365074766538160?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/8340365074766538160/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=8340365074766538160' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8340365074766538160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8340365074766538160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_8490.html' title='B.R.-4 Audrey Hepburn'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrN7S-PHDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4CzWgH2kXAY/s72-c/200909232059000-797555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2783533212704188790</id><published>2009-09-24T10:38:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:29:50.178+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-3 FRECKLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrNo4gAOBI/AAAAAAAAANw/LFA_FGrNuuI/s1600-h/200909232034000-723808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrNo4gAOBI/AAAAAAAAANw/LFA_FGrNuuI/s320/200909232034000-723808.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384842406719928338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chapter 1  My Big Teenage Problem&lt;br /&gt;The main character is Susie, has freckles, and she doesn’t like the freckles. The freckles are a big teenage problem because of a conversation. She heard two boys talking at school.&lt;br /&gt;A; “Who do you think is pretty?”&lt;br /&gt;B; “Donna Marshall?”&lt;br /&gt;A; “Yes!”  &lt;br /&gt;B; “Susie Carpenter?”&lt;br /&gt;A; “Great legs…but I don’t like the freckles.”&lt;br /&gt;Susie was so sad to hear that. Donna was her best friend, and she was really pretty, of course she had no freckles. &lt;br /&gt;One day, Susie and Donna are eating lunch, and Jack, who is in Susie’s History class is looking at them. Donna didn’t know him, but she liked him, and Donna asked Susie to introduce him. Susie hadn’t talked to him, but she tried to talk him, and after a while Donna appeared, and Susie introduced her. Then Susie left them and they can talk each other. However after that, Donna said he didn’t talk. She just got six words from him, but he talked Susie well. Susie said, “Maybe he was just shy.” Then Donna asked Susie to go find what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2  Cats and Poems&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Susie and Donna were eating lunch again, and Donna made Susie to go and talk to Jack. She asked what he likes, and he said that he doesn’t like sports. He likes reading or computer games. Jack also said he likes cats. Susie asked, “Do you like dancing?”, and Jack answered, “Yes, I like dancing with right girl.” Then he asked what Susie liked. Susie tells him that she sometimes write poems. Jack is surprised to know that because he writes poems, too. They talked a lot and laughed a lot. It was almost time to go to class. Susie told Donna That Jack likes reading, poems, and dancing. Donna wasn’t interested in poems, but Donna liked dancing. She found Jack, and she asked for dancing at school Friday night. However Jack didn’t say yes, and Susie thought he was strange because he didn’t smile to Donna, and he even didn’t remember her name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3  The Phone Call&lt;br /&gt;Susie got a phone call when she was doing her homework at her home. She thought it was Donna, but it wasn’t. It was Jack! He asked for Susie’s advice. He said, “There’s a girl at school. I like her very much, but I can’t tell her. I talked to her two or three times. I think she likes me. But am I right? How do I know?” Susie thought it should be Donna, so she told him to ask for dancing Friday night, and tell it to her. Then Susie said bye and put the phone down. She was crying. She thought, “Why is it always Donna? Why does she always get the boys?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4  Freckles are Great!&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she was unhappy. She didn’t want to see Donna because she would be telling Susie that she is going to dance with Jack, and she even doesn’t notice that Susie is unhappy. She didn’t want to listen to it. Then she met Jack, and Jack asked Susie to go to dance! She was so surprised, and said, “but Donna wants to go to dance with you”, and Jack said, “but I want to go to dance with you.” How sweet it is!? Jack says that he thinks her freckles are pretty, too. Now Susie is very happy to hear that, and I was very happy to hear that, too. (587/1768 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2783533212704188790?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2783533212704188790/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2783533212704188790' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2783533212704188790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2783533212704188790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_24.html' title='B.R.-3 FRECKLES'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrNo4gAOBI/AAAAAAAAANw/LFA_FGrNuuI/s72-c/200909232034000-723808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1347557519061089797</id><published>2009-09-24T10:38:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:29:50.178+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R-2 Diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrNe7sjhwI/AAAAAAAAANo/hZFeDCT68qc/s1600-h/200909230313000-783513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrNe7sjhwI/AAAAAAAAANo/hZFeDCT68qc/s320/200909230313000-783513.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384842235779188482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Diana was a princess of Wales. She died on 31 August 1997 because of a car accident in Paris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Young Diana”&lt;br /&gt;Diana was born in 1st July 1961 in England. She had two older sisters and one younger brother. She loved playing with her younger brother. However Diana’s parents were not happy and her mother divorced her father when Diana was eight years old. Then Diana’s mother lived with a man in Scotland after that. The four children stayed with their father, but they often visited their mother. When Diana was sixteen years old, her father married a new wife. Her name was Raine. Diana didn’t talk to her because she didn’t like Raine. Dian didn’t want new mother. She wasn’t good at school work, too, but she liked playing or helping young children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BＲ&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Diana meets Prince Charles”&lt;br /&gt;When Diana was sixteen, she worked in schools for young children in London. Queen’s son, Prince Charles was a friend of Diana’s sister, Sarah, and sometimes he visited her. When his great uncle died, Diana talked to him, and tried to help. Diana always tried to help unhappy people. Then Diana and Charles got closer. They talked a lot and laughed a lot. They liked each other. On 29 July 1981, Diana was nineteen years old, and she married in London. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Children and illness”&lt;br /&gt;On June 21 1982, they got first son. They named him William. At first, they were happy. However they always couldn’t stay at home because they had to visit many countries. Diana also didn’t like photographers following her. The streets were always full of people to see Diana and to give her flowers. It was difficult for Prince Charles, too because people want to see Diana, not Prince Charles. He felt like he was just there to carry his wife’s flowers. He said he didn’t care, but he was not happy about that. Diana always seemed a beautiful, happy, young mother, but she wasn’t always happy. She didn’t like Prince Charles talking his ex girlfriend, Camilla on the phone. Sometimes he visited Camilla. Diana began to be ill. It called bulimia. She ate a lot, and after that, she was ill, so she didn’t get fat. Prince Charles didn’t understand bulimia, and he was unhappy about her illness. He began to visit Camilla very often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Divorce”&lt;br /&gt;On September 15 1984, Diana and Prince Charles got second son, named Harry. However Diana was getting tired of Prince Charles. In 1992, Diana didn’t live with him any more, and in 1996, she divorced him. Then Diana lived in a big house in London with her two children. She remembered her childhood. She was very sad when her parent were divorced, so she tried to play with her children a lot. However photographers were always there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The most beautiful woman in the world”&lt;br /&gt;Diana didn’t hate all of the photographers. She liked some of them. When Diana was a young girl, she was tall and sometimes fat. She didn’t think she was beautiful. She thought there were more beautiful girls in the world. Because she married a Prince, people made many exciting clothes for her. Diana liked clothes, and she tried to get a beautiful body, too. She went to swimming, dancing, or running every day, and it was good for her illness. After that, she was healthy and happy, and it made her more beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Helping people”&lt;br /&gt;Diana was rich and beautiful, and she had a lot of rich and famous friends, but she was still interested in helping people. She worked with many charities. She asked people to give many for the charities, and people did, but Diana wanted to give them love more than money. She talked with them a lot, and gave hug. She didn’t discriminate against any people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The accident”&lt;br /&gt;On September 1997, Diana and Dodi, one of Diana’s men friends, went to eat dinner, and after that, they had a very bad accident. Dodi and the driver died in the car, and two hours later, Diana died. More than a million people came to London, and put so many flowers in front of Diana’s house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That was all I read about her life. Diana was very famous. I think everyone knows her. She was very very very beautiful, but she was more than that. I wish that I can help people sometimes in my future like her. (743/1181 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1347557519061089797?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1347557519061089797/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1347557519061089797' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1347557519061089797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1347557519061089797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='B.R-2 Diana'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SrrNe7sjhwI/AAAAAAAAANo/hZFeDCT68qc/s72-c/200909230313000-783513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5190303576785085023</id><published>2009-08-31T11:57:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:39:12.463+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>Perfume First in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sps8H-6dXoI/AAAAAAAAANg/uRUl1ZrYvmo/s1600-h/200908172338000-755439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sps8H-6dXoI/AAAAAAAAANg/uRUl1ZrYvmo/s320/200908172338000-755439.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375956688041762434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Do you like wearing perfume? What kind of smells do you like? I like perfume, but strong smells makes me feel bad. Sometimes I get headache, but I like catching a faint scent of perfume. The perfume which is in the picture is my friend’s one. She was not sure, but she said that this is the perfume which was made for first time in the world. She got the perfume from her boyfriend! It was so sweet, isn’t it? &lt;BR&gt;I think wearing perfume is good because when I smell something good, I feel happy.(95/438 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5190303576785085023?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5190303576785085023/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5190303576785085023' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5190303576785085023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5190303576785085023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_31.html' title='Perfume First in the World'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sps8H-6dXoI/AAAAAAAAANg/uRUl1ZrYvmo/s72-c/200908172338000-755439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2841430649911827658</id><published>2009-08-31T11:24:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:39:25.029+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal２'/><title type='text'>K.G.U.　OPEN CAMPUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sps0Uf8xukI/AAAAAAAAANY/knVYV6_5V4c/s1600-h/200908021332000-757626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sps0Uf8xukI/AAAAAAAAANY/knVYV6_5V4c/s320/200908021332000-757626.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948106975263298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On Sunday, we had Open Campus at K.G.U. I was helping them by handing around the drinks with my friend, Erika. At first, Erika and I took Shuttle bus from K.G.U. to Koutsu-center to pick some high school students who wants to go to K.G.U Open Campus up. Then we went back to K.G.U and handed around the drinks. It was kind of fun because I was with my friend. However, standing all day was kind of tired. We had Open Campus next Sunday, too, so Erika and I came to school and did that again. (96/343 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2841430649911827658?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2841430649911827658/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2841430649911827658' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2841430649911827658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2841430649911827658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='K.G.U.　OPEN CAMPUS'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sps0Uf8xukI/AAAAAAAAANY/knVYV6_5V4c/s72-c/200908021332000-757626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5920405743187451061</id><published>2009-08-31T11:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:29:50.178+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review 2'/><title type='text'>B.R.-1 Gentlemen Prefer Blondes</title><content type='html'>Lorelei is the main character of this story. She has many gentlemen friends, and she always goes to expensive restaurants with them. Lorelei is interested in writing. She wants to be a famous writer, and one of her gentlemen friends, Mr. Eisman thinks that she will be a good writer, so he helps her to write. He gave her a diary and said, “Lorelei, write down everything in your head and it will make a book!” Then Lorelei started to keep a journal from March 16 to July 30. During the days, she trips around Europe. At the end of the story, Lorelei marries with a guy. The diary that she wrote on March 22 was interesting, so let me type it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“March 22&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was yesterday but I was very sad. Mr. Eisman brought me a very very small diamond. I told him, “It’s nice but I’m very tired. I have to stay in my room today but maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” But Mr. Eisman came back at dinner time with a very very beautiful necklace with very large diamonds in it. I felt better then. So we had dinner at the Colony and then we went to the Tracadero. Mr. Eisman is very intelligent. He knows that the first diamond was too small.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe these words? I was surprised that she doesn’t care taking these expensive presents.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the DVD of this story because it easier to understand. (247 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5920405743187451061?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5920405743187451061/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5920405743187451061' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5920405743187451061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5920405743187451061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/br-1-gentlemen-prefer-blondes.html' title='B.R.-1 Gentlemen Prefer Blondes'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-7391356476823065119</id><published>2009-07-10T16:57:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:57:47.366+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Essay5 My Worst Day</title><content type='html'>My worst day was the day that I broke my arm. When I was a Junior High school student, I belonged to a Track and Field club. I liked running, but not any more because it makes me so tired. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;     One day, I was at school and running with my friends as a club activity. Usually, we start practicing in the morning, and finish running around one O’clock. The day, we run about thirty minutes, and did intervals 8 times. We were so tired, and we were going to run the last one. We started running, and someone who runs behind me stepped on my shoes. I was so surprised and didn’t understand what happened. I was so tired, so I fall dawn. Of course my friend running behind me felt down on me, too. I reached my hands on the ground. My friend I stood up and laughed a lot. However my arm hurt. I went to a sick bay at the school, and showed my arm to a teacher. She said me to go to a hospital, and I did. A doctor said my arm was broken. I couldn’t run until my arm gets better. My friend who was running with me felt bad. Her dad was growing trees of peach, so she brought many peaches to my house. I was so happy to have many peaches. I didn’t like running in the club, so I was lucky because I didn’t have to run while my arm was broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It was a bad day, but it was also a lucky day for me. (265/7126 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-7391356476823065119?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/7391356476823065119/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=7391356476823065119' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7391356476823065119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7391356476823065119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/essay5-my-worst-day.html' title='Essay5 My Worst Day'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-8657311270586091406</id><published>2009-07-10T16:36:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:36:54.102+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-17 Love by Design</title><content type='html'>The main character is Tom. The first of this story, Mr. Cutter who was Tom’s dad was very angry because Tom’s exam tests results were so bad. Tom says, “But I passed art class. Grade A!” Then Mr. Cutter says, “But you’ve failed your History, English, Biology, Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry exam. Grade F!” However, Tom doesn’t care about it. What he wants to be is an artist, so he doesn’t care about his History, English, Biology, Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry class. Tom wants to go to Silverton College to study Art and Photography. However, there was a bad news from Silverton College. &lt;br /&gt;These things were written in the letter. &lt;br /&gt;“Dear Tom&lt;br /&gt;We are sorry to tell you that we cannot offer you a place on our Art and Photography course. We suggest that you return to school to take your exams again. Then you can study here next year. Yours sincerely.” &lt;br /&gt;Tm didn’t like school, so he didn’t want to go back to school. Mr. Cutter says that Tom needs to get a job and work. Tom says, “I don’t want get a job. I’m only seventeen.” Tom dreams to make a lot of money by drawing and taking photographs. Mr. Cutter says Tom to find a job or go back to school. Tom really doesn’t wants to go back to school. Tom wrote a lot of letters to companies to ask for a job, and he filled about forty application forms. Then he got forty letters back, but of course there were no job for Tom. One day, Tom got a letter from Silverton Public Library to work there as an assistant. Mr. Cutter was so happy. Working at Silverton Public Library was very easy. Silverton Public Library was open all day, but it is a small library, and just few people comes to get some books to read at their home, or come to read newspapers. Most of the time of his work, he just sat at his desk, and he did nothing. Most of Tom’s friends study at Silverton College now. Tom wanted to go there with his friends. Sometimes Tom draws a picture of the visitors of the Silverton Public Library. One day, a girl came in to the library. She was not going to borrow any books or read newspapers. She just came into the library because it was raining. Then Tom started to draw her, and the girl notices that Tom is drawing her. She asks why he is drawing her, and Tom answers that’s because he has nothing to do, and he was bored. The girl smiles at Tom. The girl has dark hair and brown eyes. She is a very cute girl, and says that she doesn’t have anything to do either. “I never had anything interesting to do. But sometimes I make my own clothes,” the girl says. She made a coat that she is wearing now, too. It looks very nice. Tom was very surprised. The girl’s name is Rita Tatchi, and she is just seventeen, the same age as Tom. She says that she doesn’t have any job, and she lives with her father and sister. She doesn’t have her mom because of a car crush. Her dad was in the same car. He didn’t die, but badly injured. Her dad was an engineer, but it is hard to find new job, so they don’t have much money. After the talking, it wasn’t raining outside any more, so Rita left there. After the day, Tom waited for Rita comes to the library again, and he thought about Rita everyday. However Rita doesn’t appear. Four days after, Rita came to the Library. She says that she wants to be a model and went to many model agency, but she was too short to be a model. Tom decided to help her by taking her photographs, and they can send the photos to some fashion magazines. They saw each other every day, and talked a lot. They got closer and closer. However they had fight, and didn’t talk or see each other any more. Tom was angry at first, but he became sad. His friend told Tom to go to see Rita. Tom went Rita’s home, but Rita wasn’t there any more. Tom got to find her, and he did, but he didn’t want to talk to her. I was sad because they love each other, but they don’t know they do. In the last of the story, they see each other and Rita tells that she loves him to Tom on his birthday. Of course Tom still loves Rita, too. It made me so happy. This story was very, very long, but I recommend this book. (787/6861 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-8657311270586091406?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/8657311270586091406/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=8657311270586091406' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8657311270586091406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8657311270586091406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/br-17-love-by-design.html' title='B.R.-17 Love by Design'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4306307855324824446</id><published>2009-07-10T10:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:27:05.604+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>ESSAY 4</title><content type='html'>My memorable day was the days that I spent in America with my best friend. I went to T.G. High School, and they had a sister school in Clarinda, Iowa in America. Then I went to America to study abroad as an exchange student about ten months. &lt;br /&gt;Clarinda is a town where Glenn Miller was born, so they have Glenn Miller Festival about one week every year. During the festival, T.G. High School’s brass band club students come to play Jazz music once in two years, and it was the year they come when I was in America. I had many good friends in brass band club, so I was so happy. My host mother said that I can choose one friend to stay together, so I could stay with my close friend about one week. During the festival, the guests were not only the students from T.G. High School. Many people from many countries came to Clarinda to play the music or to listen to the music. It was fun to see and talk to the people. T.G. High School students also had the time to practice playing music with Jack Million, a Jazz band which is formed by about twenty people from some countries in Europe. I went to see their practice and helped them by translating, but it was so difficult because I had not played any instrument, so I had any knowledge about music. However it was fun to talk with the members of Jack Million and watching the practice. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the festival, I could stay with my good friends in America, and had very valuable experiences. I will never forget about these days, and these are my memorable days! (285/6074 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4306307855324824446?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4306307855324824446/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4306307855324824446' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4306307855324824446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4306307855324824446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/essay-4.html' title='ESSAY 4'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-9040249656856999901</id><published>2009-07-10T10:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:20:36.219+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-16 Mystery Girl</title><content type='html'>The main character is Phil. He lives in London. He plays a band. There are four people in the band. The day, they are going to play in front of important people. Many people from radio, magazines, and newspaper are coming to watch them. So it is a big day for them. They are going to start playing at seven thirty. However Phil is not here yet. They are going to play in forty-five minutes. They were waiting at first, but they went to find him. At that time, Phil was sitting on a chair in the street, and a girl was sitting next to him. She is cute. She is about from 17 to 20 years old, he thinks. Phil wants to talk to her. Phil smiles at her, and she smiles back. While he is thinking what to talk, she starts walking. He wants to ask her name and phone number. He follows her. His friends are still looking for him. They have to be playing in fifteen minutes. They don’t have time. Phil doesn’t know that he is going to play at seven thirty. He thinks he is going to play at nine thirty instead of seven thirty. Finally, Phil tries to talk to the girl, but Lee, one of his friends finds him. He explains that they have to be playing in ten minutes, and he takes Phil. Phil was very sorry, but he really wanted to ask her phone number, but he will never be able to have her phone number. Now, it’s time to play. They played well, and Phil’s mystery girl is watching the band with her friend! The girl wanted to talk to him, too. The girl was happy, too. Then she can go to talk to him after the play. I thought that’s good because they could be friend, but the end of the story was different from my thinking. The girl wanted to see him because she wanted to be a friend with Phil’s friend, Lee. Poor Phil! (338/5789 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-9040249656856999901?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/9040249656856999901/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=9040249656856999901' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9040249656856999901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/9040249656856999901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/br-16-mystery-girl.html' title='B.R.-16 Mystery Girl'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1650896282027237996</id><published>2009-07-10T10:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:12:15.816+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-15 Lisa in London</title><content type='html'>Lisa is the main character in this story. Lisa is in London to learn English. She already can speak English, but she wants to learn good English. She takes a taxi to get the Young Woman’s Hotel. There is another student in the hotel. Lisa talks to her. She asks for a good school to learn English, and the student recommends the Alpha school. The next day, Lisa goes to the Alpha school. The secretary says Lisa that Michael is coming, but Lisa doesn’t know who Michael is. Then Michael comes. He says that Lisa is already late, and he wants six photos. Lisa can’t understand what he is talking about. Michael takes many photos of Lisa. She asks why he is taking many pictures of her, and she says that she just wants to take English Lessons. Michael thought Lisa is a model because it’s not Alpha school. It’s Alpha studio. Then Michael takes Lisa to Alpha school. When Michael goes back to Alpha studio, there is the real model, Miranda. They took some pictures for some new hairspray advertisement. After that, Michael shows some photos to Mr. Craig. Mr. Craig says that he likes Lisa’s pictures better than Miranda’s pictures. Michael goes to Alpha school to ask Lisa, but Lisa says no. Michael took a lot of girls’ picture, but Mr. Craig wants Lisa. Susan, Michael’s secretary goes to talk to Lisa because it is an important job for Michael. Lisa says okay. The next morning, a big car is waiting for Lisa, and takes her to a studio. There is Michael. Lions are there, too. They are in glass, so it’s safe. Lisa puts on the costume, and takes photos. Lisa thinks these are crazy. When she is going to leave, Michael says that they are going to take photos tomorrow, too. He needs to take photos for ten days. Lisa says no because she wants to take English lessons. She is not interested in model. Tomorrow morning, he goes to Alpha school with presents for her. Lisa still says no. After that, he goes to Lisa, again. He says that he can give her English lessons, and Lisa says okay, finally. Both of them are happy now. They take photos ten days. Michael is not good English teacher, but they had a lot of fun. They like each other. However Lisa has to leave London. They are so sad. Lisa goes to the airport, but she misses Michael a lot. She decides to stay London. They are happy now. However I feel sad little bit because she wanted to be a teacher, but she didn’t. I hope she became a teacher in London.(447/5451 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1650896282027237996?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1650896282027237996/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1650896282027237996' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1650896282027237996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1650896282027237996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/br-15-lisa-in-london.html' title='B.R.-15 Lisa in London'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-3990630058207687127</id><published>2009-07-10T10:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:07:44.878+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R-14</title><content type='html'>The main character is Ravi. He goes to Story Street Primary School. Ravi has a sister named Sanita. Mrs. Gohill who is Ravi’s mother said Ravi to look after Sanita because it’s her first day to go to school. Mrs. Gohill also said Ravi to take Sanita to Miss Cherry’s class. Sanita is kind of scared to be at school. Ravi took Sanita’s hand. He didn’t want to do it, but he did because his mother said him to do it. Then Ravi took her to Miss Cherry’s class. There were two other kids who come to Story Street Primary School first time. Their names are Donut and Cleo. They went to another school before, but they just moved to Story Street. Cleo is not same class with Sanita. Her teacher’s name is Mr Hopkins. Donut is in the same class with Ravi. Children have playtime, and Ravi goes to see Sanita. Ravi goes to find some kids who can be Sanita’s friend. There are some little kids. Ravi introduces Sanita to them and goes away to join his friends. The kids didn’t play with Sanita, so she didn’t know what to do. Then it is time to go back to their class room. However Sanita doesn’t know where to go. Sanita is still outside, but none is there. Sanita is sad, and she is almost crying. Then Donut finds Sanita crying, and goes to find her class room. Ravi sees them and feels so sorry. He says thank you to Donut, and takes her to Miss Cherry’s class. At first, Donut wasn’t used to his new classmate, but after that, they got closer. I haven’t change school, but sometimes I felt that I wanted to go to new school. However maybe it is tough for little kids. (298/5004words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-3990630058207687127?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/3990630058207687127/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=3990630058207687127' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3990630058207687127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3990630058207687127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/br-14.html' title='B.R-14'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-3606529260813421068</id><published>2009-07-10T10:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:05:22.114+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-13 Diana</title><content type='html'>Diana Spencer is born in 1961 in England. She has 2 older sisters and 1 younger brother. When she is 8 years old, her parents divorce. Four children live with their father. Diana gets a first boyfriend. His name is Charles. Diana marries Charles in London in 1981. However sometimes she is not happy because he visits his ex girlfriend and talks on the phone. Diana begins to be ill, but Charles doesn't help Diana well, and he often goes to see his ex girlfriend. Diana likes Swimming and dancing. These things help her to be healthy and beautiful. She likes helping people. She She's involved in Volunteer works. In 1997, Diana dies in a car accident in Paris. More than a million people come to London to remember her, and they put thousands of flowers in front of her house. (140/4706 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-3606529260813421068?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/3606529260813421068/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=3606529260813421068' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3606529260813421068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3606529260813421068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/br-13-diana_10.html' title='B.R.-13 Diana'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4902384803417609838</id><published>2009-07-10T10:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:04:35.917+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-12 Animals in Danger</title><content type='html'>There are more than thirty million species of animal in the world. Of course, some species disappear naturally, but today disappearing faster than before. Every year some of these species disappear and never see them again. People change things in our world quickly, but animals change very slowly. They are all going to disappear soon-or we can help them. our home is their home too. We shouldn't forget about it.(70/4566 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4902384803417609838?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4902384803417609838/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4902384803417609838' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4902384803417609838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4902384803417609838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/br-12-animals-in-danger_10.html' title='B.R.-12 Animals in Danger'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5275659775387703111</id><published>2009-07-10T09:51:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:51:34.468+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>HOMETOWN</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, I went back to my hometown, Yamaga. Yamaga is country side. It takes about one hour to go there. I wanted to go home, but I couldn’t because I had my part time job afterschool. However, I don’t have my part time job any more in July. On Monday, I e-mailed my friend who live in Yamaga and goes to K.G.U. Her name is Mikako. She goes back to Yamaga after the fourth period, and I went back to Yamaga with that. Mikako and I went to same elementary school and same junior high school. However we hadn’t talked these days, so we talked a lot about each other in the car. It was so fun. I wanted to talk with her more, but it was already at my home in Kikuka. Kikuka is a country side. There are so many mountains and rivers. It is so different from Kumamoto city. We don’t have any convenience store. If you want to go to a convenience store, you have to go to next town. They don’t have anything but greens. However I like Kikuka town because I think it is beautiful to walk around in the evening in Autumn. When I got home, there was my mom, already. I forgot to tell my mom that I go back to home, so she was very surprised. I helped her cooking, and we ate supper. After eating supper, we went to walk the dog, Shiro. Shiro was a dog that I used to have at my apartment in Kumamoto city. I didn’t say anything to my mom when I decided to have Shiro because if I said that I was going to have a dog to my mom, she would say no. Then my friend took Shiro to my apartment. At first, I didn’t like Chihuahua, but I loved shiro so much. She was so shy. I was thinking about the dog’s name. I wanted to call her by cute name. However my friend was already calling her Shiro, so I quit thinking new name because I didn’t want to make Shiro confused. After a while, my friend left my apartment and went back to her home. Shiro was left at my apartment. Shiro doesn’t understand. Shiro waits for my frinds at the door. Of course the friend doesn’t come back. Shiro slept at the door the night. I felt sorry for her. Some day, Shiro notices that my friend never comes back, and she became not shy to me. After a few days, Shiro became to sleep with me in my bed. Isn’t she so cute? We got closer and closer. Then after a while, my mom said that she will come to my apartment to bring some rice. My mom came to my room, and she knew that I have a dog. My mom was so surprised, but she really liked Shiro, too. She wanted to take Shiro to home. Another day, she came again. She played with Shiro a lot. My mom said that Shiro should be at home in Kikuka because it is too narrow to stay for Shiro. I didn’t want her to take Shiro, but I agreed. I thought that it was too narrow, too, so I let my mom to take Shiro home. I was so sad, but my mom was so happy. Anyway, after eating supper, my mom and I went to walk Shiro. Shiro doesn’t walk that much, and she walks so slow. Isn’t she so cute? After that, I took shower, and went to a rental shop. I rented a DVD. Do you know ‘HILLS’? I didn’t watch it all, but it was good, so I want to watch it all some time. I was waiting for my sister comes back to home from her job, but I was sleeping without notice. (641/4496 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5275659775387703111?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5275659775387703111/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5275659775387703111' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5275659775387703111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5275659775387703111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/hometown.html' title='HOMETOWN'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-7849041193518186528</id><published>2009-07-10T09:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:45:08.514+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>What I did yesterday</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up about 8 O’clock, and went to school. I had second period, third period, and fourth period. I had a test during fourth period, and had to do a report. It was kind of difficult, but I could do it during third period. I was happy that I could hand it in. The test was also difficult, too. I could look at my textbook, but I couldn’t find the answer. I couldn’t write anything about first thirty minutes. However after that, I found some sentences that could be the answer I think. I could do my test somehow. Afterschool, I went to Nishigosgi to see the softball practice. It takes about thirty minutes to go there by car. I always go there by my friend’s car. Today, Sayaka who is one of my friends took me there. There was Marina in her car. Sayaka and Marina are secretaries of baseball club. They are both in eibei, and they are very good friends. I like them so much. It was so hot today, may be I got a lot of suntan already. I don’t like getting suntan. My skin color is so dark. I want white skin. This weekend, we go to Kitakyushu to play the softball games. I’m going to be outside all day, so I will get more suntans! Boo. (224/3855 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-7849041193518186528?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/7849041193518186528/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=7849041193518186528' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7849041193518186528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7849041193518186528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-did-yesterday.html' title='What I did yesterday'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2195402196339717452</id><published>2009-06-17T17:30:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:37:08.374+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>A TOMATO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sjippke-tVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uq-mgcr1UQU/s1600-h/200904260405000-730446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sjippke-tVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uq-mgcr1UQU/s320/200904260405000-730446.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348211089135809874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look at this picture! Can you see what this is? This is a picture of a flower which is made by a tomato. It’s just like a rose. This is so beautiful, isn’t it? I wished that I could make it, too, but I don’t think I can. (48/3631 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2195402196339717452?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2195402196339717452/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2195402196339717452' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2195402196339717452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2195402196339717452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_17.html' title='A TOMATO!!!!!'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sjippke-tVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uq-mgcr1UQU/s72-c/200904260405000-730446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-8475110865340703601</id><published>2009-06-11T11:17:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:06:49.495+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-11 Lost Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SjBpWDw5IZI/AAAAAAAAANI/YQbuu1NFO54/s1600-h/image-780124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SjBpWDw5IZI/AAAAAAAAANI/YQbuu1NFO54/s320/image-780124.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345888585377194386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The main character is a man who lives in a city. It is so hot in the city in summer. He wanted to go to the country side. He drives his little red car into the country with a map. It was really nice to drive in the trees, but suddenly his car stopped. It didn’t have any petrol, so he looked at a map to get some petrol. However there were no countries. Then he met a pretty woman, named Mary, and he asked her where he can get petrol.The girl didn’t understand what petrol is, but she took him to her village. However the village was not on his map. The houses and the close that Mary’s mom and dad wear were strange. He asked Mary’s dad where he can get some petrol, but he didn’t know what petrol is, either. They said they use horses to go somewhere. There were many strange things, but he was happy to stay with Mary. However Mary tells him to leave the village, and she said she can’t tell why he has to go. Of course he didn’t want to go. He promised her to come back after getting some petrol. Mary seemed so sad, too. He walked and walked to another town, and he saw the lights of the town and got some petrol. He asked a man about the village. The man said that there was a village long time ago, but there wasn’t the village any more. He said he has heard that for once every ten years it lives again. On that one day, you can find the village, but you must leave there before sunrise or you can never leave. He went to see the village again, but there wasn’t the village. He decided to come back to the village after ten years, and he will never leave there, and stay with her forever because he loves her so much. This story made me sad. (330/3583 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-8475110865340703601?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/8475110865340703601/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=8475110865340703601' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8475110865340703601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/8475110865340703601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_11.html' title='B.R.-11 Lost Love'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SjBpWDw5IZI/AAAAAAAAANI/YQbuu1NFO54/s72-c/image-780124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-523945107155555917</id><published>2009-06-10T15:45:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:12:21.387+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Movie! Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Si9WcVly8eI/AAAAAAAAANA/QZH1_vVkkNA/s1600-h/200906101353000-705809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Si9WcVly8eI/AAAAAAAAANA/QZH1_vVkkNA/s320/200906101353000-705809.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345586327544066530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ashley and Jake are the main characters in this movie. Lindsay Lohan does Ashley. I like her voice and clothes. That why I watched this movie. Ashley is a lucky girl. When she goes out, it stops raining even if it was raining so hard. She has been a Prom Queen of another school. The lot fell to Ashley. She is always lucky. About Jake, he is always unlucky. When he tries to do something, it always goes bad. Ashley and Jake don’t know each other, but one day, they kiss at a party. When they kissed, their luck switched. Every thing that Ashley does goes bad, and Jake became a very lucky man. Ashley tries to get back her luck from Jake. She looked for Jake, but it was so hard because she didn’t know his name, or where he lives. However Finally Ashley finds Jake, and they fall in love. Ashley got her luck buck one time, but she gives it to Jake again and she left him because Ashley knew that Jake needed the luck more than she does. Jake loves Ashley, too, so he runs after her, and they gave the luck to a little girl. Then they are both happy. (205/3253 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-523945107155555917?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/523945107155555917/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=523945107155555917' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/523945107155555917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/523945107155555917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_5093.html' title='Movie! Just My Luck'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Si9WcVly8eI/AAAAAAAAANA/QZH1_vVkkNA/s72-c/200906101353000-705809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4280804658110154343</id><published>2009-06-10T15:39:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:41:54.786+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-10 Soapy's winter home</title><content type='html'>Soapy lives in New York. He likes nature, but he doesn't like buildings. He sleeps on the streets. Soapy is happy with that in summer, but he can't sleep in winter because it's too cold. Nick has a plan every winter. It's kind of a bad thing. He goes to a very smart restaurant, and eats some expensive foods. After that, Soapy says," I'm sorry, but I don't have any money." Then police comes and puts Soapy in jail for three months. No cold streets for winter. The next year, Soapy thinks about another plan to go to jail. Soapy steels a pen of a man and walks slowly. The man runs into the street and says," stop! You have my pen!" Soapy says, "your pen? Then call a policeman." However the man doesn't call policeman because he has a problem with a policeman, too." Soapy can't go to jail. He thinks for new plan again and again. (158/3048 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4280804658110154343?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4280804658110154343/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4280804658110154343' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4280804658110154343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4280804658110154343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/br-10-soapys-winter-home.html' title='B.R.-10 Soapy&apos;s winter home'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-7593932329036184970</id><published>2009-06-10T15:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:33:39.243+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-9 Audrey Hepburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Si9Nl8syl5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/KThufgHYLqU/s1600-h/200906101352000-739271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Si9Nl8syl5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/KThufgHYLqU/s320/200906101352000-739271.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345576597056558994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Audrey liked dancing, and she went to ballet school, but her teacher told her that she can’t be a famous dancer because she is too tall. Audrey was so sad, but it changed her life. Audrey’s name is Audrey Kathleen Van Heemstra Hepburn-Rustin. It’s too long, isn’t it? She was born in Brussels. Audrey liked reading books, Animals, birds, and music. She wanted to be a dancer then she was unhappy because dancers are thin, and they have pretty faces, but Audrey thought that she was too fat, and she didn’t like her face. Can you believe that? She couldn’t be famous dancer, but she became a very famous actress. She made about thirty movies. I know some of them. I’ve heard the names of her movies, Roman Holliday, Sabrina, and My fair lady. I also watched “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” I like the clothes she wears. She is so cute. (150/2890 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-7593932329036184970?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/7593932329036184970/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=7593932329036184970' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7593932329036184970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/7593932329036184970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_9681.html' title='B.R.-9 Audrey Hepburn'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Si9Nl8syl5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/KThufgHYLqU/s72-c/200906101352000-739271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6532122841116343249</id><published>2009-06-10T15:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:03:28.861+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-8 GUCCI</title><content type='html'>“Madonna, Tom Cruise, Holly Hunter, Bette Midler, Bryan Ferry, Elizabeth Taylor. All of these people, and many famous people in countries, wear Gucci”&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone knows the name, GUCCI. GUCCI is a very famous brand in fashion. Guccio Gucci is the designer of Gucci. He was born in 1881 in Italy. Then he studied three languages. They were English, French, and German. He was so smart, isn’t he? He was working at a famous hotel in London, and he saw many rich people wearing many Jewelries and cloths. Then he started to think that he want a store. He went back to Italy, and got a store. He had some problems at first, but he designed and sold. Isn’t he awesome? Now Gucci is famous in every where. (129/2740 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6532122841116343249?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6532122841116343249/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6532122841116343249' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6532122841116343249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6532122841116343249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/br-8-gucci.html' title='B.R.-8 GUCCI'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6349492410331908305</id><published>2009-06-09T15:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:17:52.911+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-6 Sally's phone</title><content type='html'>Sally is the main character in the story. One day in the morning, she wakes up by her phone ringing. She answers the phone, and it was her boyfriend, Andrew. That night, they are going to meet Andrew’s new boss, so Andrew called her if she remembers. He says Sally to wear her blue skirt that he likes, and he hangs up the phone. Now Sally is in trouble because she hasn’t washed the skirt yet, so it’s dirty. Sally is having breakfast with her mom and older brother, and tells that she is going out with Andrew, but her brother doesn’t like Andrew. After having breakfast, Sally gets on a train, and calls Andrew. He says that they are going to see each other at 6 O’clock, and Sally tries to tell him that he can’t wear the blue skirt, but he doesn’t hear. He says that he doesn’t have time, and hang off the phone again. I don’t think I like Andrew because he seems he is kind of selfish. Sally gets off the train, and she is at work now. She tells her friend Claire about that night and the blue skirt. They decided to get a skirt to wear that night. They get a beautiful, red skirt. Her friend Claire goes back to her work, but Sally stays there and having a cup of coffee. A man named Paul is sitting next her. When he stands up, Sally’s bag fells on the floor. Paul says sorry, and picks up the bag. Sally says thank you with a smile. Paul thinks, “What’s a nice smile.” Paul leaves there, and Sally goes back to her work, too. When Paul is in his office, a phone is ringing. However it’s not his phone. It is Sally’s. They switched their phone without noticing when they picked up their phone at the café. Paul calls his phone to get back his phone, and give sally’s phone to her. They meet at a bar. They talk, and they like each other. I’m happy with that because I think Paul is nicer than Andrew. (351/2458 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6349492410331908305?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6349492410331908305/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6349492410331908305' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6349492410331908305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6349492410331908305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/br-6-sallys-phone.html' title='B.R.-6 Sally&apos;s phone'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-2391577709358824168</id><published>2009-06-08T05:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:15:06.539+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>KIMONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SiwiwSSoDMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OSDoPyo8RJA/s1600-h/200906080525000-765040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SiwiwSSoDMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OSDoPyo8RJA/s320/200906080525000-765040.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344685070720961730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a picture of a woman wearing KIMONO. Kimono is a traditional wear. They have many pattern and color. Some foreigners think that Japanese girls still wear kimono everyday. When an American girl asked me about it, I was so surprised. When we go to summer festivals, some girls wear yukata. Yukata is a kind of kimono for summer. It’s to hot to wear kimono in summer, so we wear yukata. Girls like wearing yukata. I have two yukatas at my home. I can’t wait to wear them.(89/2107)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-2391577709358824168?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/2391577709358824168/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=2391577709358824168' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2391577709358824168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/2391577709358824168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_7634.html' title='KIMONO'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SiwiwSSoDMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OSDoPyo8RJA/s72-c/200906080525000-765040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-3064275052450886865</id><published>2009-06-08T02:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:12:41.432+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-5 BERTHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SiwACA1sdqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w8G6TEr3zxo/s1600-h/image-776921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SiwACA1sdqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w8G6TEr3zxo/s320/image-776921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344646892366886562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The main character is Jake, a boy who has Mum, Dad, and a younger sister. They are gong to get a new car. Jake wants a purple car, and his sister, Maddy wants a pink car. His Dad wants a black car, but Mom says that black car is too dark, so people may not notice them coming. She says that she wants a yellow car. They went to see and get a car that they all like. Mum, Dad, and Maddy liked first car, but Jake didn’t because He thought it didn’t have much space. They tried next car. Mom liked the car, but Jake didn’t because the seats were little bit hard. They tried another car, and Mom, Dad, and Jake liked the car. However Maddy didn’t like the horn. She says the horn sounds terrible. They couldn’t get new car, so they kept riding the old car. It got older and older. Maddy and Jake can’t stand it. Dad got a new car. It is a black car with pink, yellow, and purple line. Of course every one liked it!　(183/2018)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-3064275052450886865?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/3064275052450886865/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=3064275052450886865' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3064275052450886865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/3064275052450886865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_08.html' title='B.R.-5 BERTHA'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SiwACA1sdqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w8G6TEr3zxo/s72-c/image-776921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6654393317511180900</id><published>2009-06-05T10:38:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:06:47.547+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>PIZZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sih3Ahjv_1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r09slfHHQSA/s1600-h/200905202020000-790529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sih3Ahjv_1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r09slfHHQSA/s320/200905202020000-790529.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343651808767115090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look at this picture! This is a pizza that my friend made. She likes cooking. Her name is Miyako. She is from Miyazaki, and goes to K.G.U. She studies about social welfare so hard. I helped her making pizza, pasta, and salads. It was my first time to make pizza. I made dough. It was fun. Then, we ate them. After that, we went to rent some DVDs. We watched Tarzan and a Japanese horror movie. It was scary. Do you like watching scary movies? After that, I didn’t want to go back to my apartment because of the horror movie, so I stayed at her apartment. We talked a lot, and after a while, we fell asleep. Then we woke up about seven thirty, and went to school. I’m going to make supper for her at my apartment next time. It will be fun!(145/1835 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6654393317511180900?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6654393317511180900/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6654393317511180900' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6654393317511180900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6654393317511180900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='PIZZA'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sih3Ahjv_1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r09slfHHQSA/s72-c/200905202020000-790529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-4306880868371889201</id><published>2009-06-05T10:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:32:49.392+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>ESSAY 3 ANIMALS</title><content type='html'>I like animals, especially, small dogs. I have a dog at my home. I wrote about her before, so I’m going to write about my other favorite animals. &lt;br /&gt;My other favorite animals are birds. My grandpa has many birds at our home. The kinds of the birds that he has are white-eye. He gets up early every morning, and feeds them. When I was a child, he told me the reason why the bird is called white-eye. White-eye is called mejiro in Japanese. He said that Mejiro’s body is green, but the color of the part around eyes is white, so people call them mejiro. One time, I asked my grandpa if I can have one of his birds, but he said no because he thought that I was too young to have pets. However I really wanted a bird. I asked my mom to have a bird every day. Then my mom said ok. I went to a pet shop. There were cockatoos, parakeets, and some other kinds of birds. The parakeet was too big for me. It had a sharp bill, so it was kind of scary. I decided to have a parakeet. The parakeet was a female, and she had a yellow and pink body. It was so cute. I called her Pi-chan. I was looking forward to feed every morning. At first, I just had one bird, but my dad said that maybe she feels lonely, so he gave me one more bird. The bird had a blue body. He helped me cleaning the cage sometime. One time, when I was feed them, they rampaged. It scared me. When I was about ten years old, the birds died. It made me so sad. I cried a lot. After that, I didn’t have any birds.&lt;br /&gt;When I see some birds, they remind me of a word, freedom. Maybe that’s why I like birds.(316/1690 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-4306880868371889201?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/4306880868371889201/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=4306880868371889201' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4306880868371889201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/4306880868371889201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/06/essay-3-animals.html' title='ESSAY 3 ANIMALS'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6423301802707440597</id><published>2009-05-08T11:35:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:51:25.651+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Mt. Fuji!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SgOajTyn-7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SmjO515evYQ/s1600-h/20090403104949-757783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SgOajTyn-7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SmjO515evYQ/s320/20090403104949-757783.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333276315135507378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Have you ever been Mt. Fuji? I haven’t. One of my friends sent me this picture when he went to Shizuoka for soccer game. He teaches how to play soccer to Junior High School students. Anyway, isn’t the picture so beautiful? Mt. Fuji is a famous mountain in Japan as a biggest mountain in Japan. It is in Shizuoka-ken. Shizuoka-ken is kind of far from Kumamoto. It is not in Kyushu. I haven’t been Shizuoka-ken, so I hope I can visit there sometime. However I have read an article about Mt. Fuji, and it says that there are a lot of dusts there. I think it’s so sad. I hope we can save mountains clean because many tourist from foreign countries visit there. (123/1374 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6423301802707440597?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6423301802707440597/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6423301802707440597' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6423301802707440597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6423301802707440597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_08.html' title='Mt. Fuji!!!!'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SgOajTyn-7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SmjO515evYQ/s72-c/20090403104949-757783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-5679030627879716756</id><published>2009-05-08T11:08:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:28:14.092+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-4 Zippy Zebra Finds a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SgOUJ63psVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nI_PlIvGtV8/s1600-h/200905081107000-719167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SgOUJ63psVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nI_PlIvGtV8/s320/200905081107000-719167.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333269281879208274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There is a zebra It is a little boy and so active. He wants friends to play together. One day, he saw a Cheetah running. The Cheetah runs so fast. He asked his mother if they could be good friends, but she said no, of course. After that, he saw a crocodile swimming, and the crocodile swims well. He asked his mother if they could be good friends, and his mother said no, again. She knows that Cheetah and crocodile eat zebra, so she says zebra can’t play with Cheetah and crocodile. The zippy zebra asks who can be a good friend with him, and his mother says that there is an animal which can be a good friend with him. It is a zebra. Of course zebra can be good friends. I noticed that’s why they move with a herd of same animals.(144/1251 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-5679030627879716756?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/5679030627879716756/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=5679030627879716756' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5679030627879716756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/5679030627879716756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='B.R.-4 Zippy Zebra Finds a Friend'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SgOUJ63psVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nI_PlIvGtV8/s72-c/200905081107000-719167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-970711927910670334</id><published>2009-04-30T19:00:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:29:43.830+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>ESSAY1</title><content type='html'>Dear host family&lt;br /&gt;     Hello. My name is Masumi Kanamitsu. I’m 20 years old now and going to be 21 years old on next October. I go to K.G.U and study English. I’m from Kikuka in Yamaga, and my univercity is in Kumamoto city. It takes about 1 hour to go to school by car, so I live at an apartment in Kumamoto city. I stay there about 3 years. I wasn’t used to cook when I lived with my family, but now I cook everyday. I like cooking, so I want to make supper with you sometimes. Tell me how to cook some American foods, and I can tell you how to cook Japanese foods. I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;     Then, let me introduce my family. I have 7 people in my family. I live with my grandma, grandpa, dad, mom, older sister, older brother, and me. It’s too many, isn’t it? We also have two dogs and some birds. They are so cute! I’ll show you some pictures of them. How many people are there in your family? Do you have any pets? &lt;br /&gt;     Do you like watching movies? I love watching movies! I like “How to loose a guy in ten days”, and “Blue crush”. Have you ever watched them? “Blue crush” is a surfing movie. I like going to the sea, so I like the movie. I wish that I could surf, but I haven’t tried yet. Have you ever tried surfing? I want to try it sometime. Tell me about your hobbies, too. &lt;br /&gt;I want to improve my English ability, learn about your culture, and make a lot of friends. I hope we can have great time! I’m very looking forward to see you! (289/1107 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-970711927910670334?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/970711927910670334/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=970711927910670334' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/970711927910670334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/970711927910670334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/04/essey1.html' title='ESSAY1'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-1148925955027902246</id><published>2009-04-30T18:54:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:03:47.643+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-3 Marty and the magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sfl1TH8EFfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zdVXJEJtg2k/s1600-h/image-760569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sfl1TH8EFfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zdVXJEJtg2k/s320/image-760569.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330420605378631154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The main character is Marty. He has a friend, Joe. They like going to Mr. Mancini’s music shop every Friday afterschool. There are CDs and music magazines. Mr. Mancini is a very nice man. Marty likes him so much. However, Marty saw Joe was steeling a magazine from the shop. Marty is unhappy, but he didn’t tell Mr. Macini because Joe was a friend from childhood. After they left the store, Joe show Marty the magazine that they stole. Marty said that he saw it. They met Joe’s mom on the street, and Joe said that he bought the magazine from Mr. Macini’s. Marty could tell Joe’s mom about the book, but he didn’t. Marty decided to keep the magazine for a while. Joe didn’t seem happy. Marty went back to Mr. Macini’s store next day, and Marty put back the magazine to the shelf without telling Mr. Macicni. Mr. Macaini doesn’t notice about it. Now Marty and Joe are not good friend any more. (165/818 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-1148925955027902246?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/1148925955027902246/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=1148925955027902246' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1148925955027902246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/1148925955027902246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_30.html' title='B.R.-3 Marty and the magazine'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Sfl1TH8EFfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zdVXJEJtg2k/s72-c/image-760569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6685837600103553600</id><published>2009-04-24T10:03:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:11:10.579+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>B.R.-2 The Gold Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SfEP8_2jvaI/AAAAAAAAALg/7m4IWU5iYcU/s1600-h/200904240908000-727746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SfEP8_2jvaI/AAAAAAAAALg/7m4IWU5iYcU/s320/200904240908000-727746.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328057374762843554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A long time ago, there was a king named King Midas. He was a nice king, so people like him. However he wasn’t as rich as other kings, so he wanted to be as rich as others. One day, King Midas was walking, and he saw a man sleeping in his palace. The man says that he has no money, no food, and nowhere else to go. King Midas gave the man a bed and some foods for ten days. Dionysus, one of Gods was watching over his act and said King Midas, “Your act of kindness will be rewarded. I grant you one wish.” King Midas said, “I want everything I touch to turn to gold.” Dionysus says that he doesn’t think it is a good idea, but King Midas wanted it. Then Dionysus gave the power to him. He was so happy that everything King Midas touches turn to gold. However at the dinner time, he can’t eat anything because of the power. When he tries to eat, foods turn to gold.　His daughter helped him to eat, and he could eat dinner. However after that, he touched to his daughter, and she turned to gold! King Midas is so surprised. He called Dionysus, and asked to remove his wish. Dionysus says that he can do that, but King Midas will be poorer than before. King Midas doesn’t care. He wants his daughter back. Then Dionysus removed his wish. Now he is poorer, but happier than before. (250/653 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6685837600103553600?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6685837600103553600/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6685837600103553600' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6685837600103553600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6685837600103553600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_24.html' title='B.R.-2 The Gold Touch'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SfEP8_2jvaI/AAAAAAAAALg/7m4IWU5iYcU/s72-c/200904240908000-727746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156320225993193169.post-6157452657342188508</id><published>2009-04-17T11:50:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:20:31.180+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>JAPANESE PURIKURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SefudgyV-gI/AAAAAAAAALY/TnR40VPhsaw/s1600-h/09-03-18_1-730141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SefudgyV-gI/AAAAAAAAALY/TnR40VPhsaw/s320/09-03-18_1-730141.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325487275173607938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my friend and me. We stayed a lot of time together last summer. She studied English during 13th grade, but now she is a night school student, and she studies about social welfare and human body. She wants to be a massager. It seems so difficult for me. Sometimes she massages me, and I love it! I hope that she can be a good massager.(70/403 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156320225993193169-6157452657342188508?l=masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/feeds/6157452657342188508/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156320225993193169&amp;postID=6157452657342188508' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6157452657342188508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156320225993193169/posts/default/6157452657342188508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masumi-masuchan.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_3376.html' title='JAPANESE PURIKURA'/><author><name>masumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151970588999974773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/Rw3mEjFEB3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/K3SqdBdyhOM/s320/_1192093006_839.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Rk-8DjiLQ/SefudgyV-gI/AAAAAAAAALY/TnR40VPhsaw/s72-c/09-03-18_1-730141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
