<?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-8511844959844430711</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:48:59.249+09:00</updated><category term='essays'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='Book Review-2'/><category term='SpeakingⅣ'/><title type='text'>CHIRO'S HOME</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3437566509956260113</id><published>2010-01-20T13:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:30:53.699+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Marie -Speaking</title><content type='html'>I made another person at Speaking class.&lt;br /&gt;I introduce you about Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie is from Frence. And she lived in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Paris is beautiful place. There is famous for french bread.&lt;br /&gt;The Thames is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She is 27 years old. Her job is doctor.&lt;br /&gt;She have worked at the hospital for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;And she is not married, but she have a boyfried.&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend is doctor, too.&lt;br /&gt;Her specialty is brain surgery.&lt;br /&gt;And I have 4 families.&lt;br /&gt;There is her mother, her father, her young brother, and she.&lt;br /&gt;But Her parents lived in Provence.&lt;br /&gt;She rent a apartment, and she lived in there with her brother.&lt;br /&gt;She likes playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;She play basketball in the park near her apartment at holiday.&lt;br /&gt;And she hate shopping. &lt;br /&gt;Frence is famouse for clothes, but she isn't intrested in clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try the test hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(145w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3437566509956260113?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3437566509956260113/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3437566509956260113' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3437566509956260113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3437566509956260113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-marie-speaking.html' title='I&apos;m Marie -Speaking'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6866929619315858331</id><published>2010-01-05T10:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:48:59.316+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-12 The Elves and the Shoemaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzmL7NClJeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7T0qAOoMqq8/s1600-h/20091229135509-772139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzmL7NClJeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7T0qAOoMqq8/s320/20091229135509-772139.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420517475746129378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, everyone. The title of this book is "The Elves and the Shoemaker." I introduce this story to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were an ald shoemaker and his wife. And they opened shoe shop. Everyone loved his shoes. But one day, bad business man came the town. It were very cheap. People bought it. Everyone didn't come the shoemaker's shop. He lost the power, and he stoped work. He put a cloth on the table, and he slept. Next morning, he was very surprised. There were very wonderful shoes on the table. And a rich man liked it, and he bought it. The shoemaker thought that it was magic. He put some clothes on the table next night. And next morning, These shoes was made. It were very popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, bad business man left from the town. The shoemaker and his wife wanted to see the identity. That night, they hid. And they saw. There were two little elves, and they made some shoes. Next day, The shop was crowded with a lot of people. The shoemaker and his wife wanted to repay to elves. One day, they made new clothes, and they gave to elves. The two little elves were very pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoemaker and his wife were very kind. And the elves were cute. I want the shoemaker to make new shoes. I want pretty heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(233w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6866929619315858331?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6866929619315858331/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6866929619315858331' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6866929619315858331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6866929619315858331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/br2-12-elves-and-shoemaker.html' title='BR2-12 The Elves and the Shoemaker'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzmL7NClJeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7T0qAOoMqq8/s72-c/20091229135509-772139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1080721896623538782</id><published>2009-12-29T12:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:23:11.229+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-11 Good Night, Good Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzmD5_8HkBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/d4C_ZQucitM/s1600-h/20091229132058-718723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzmD5_8HkBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/d4C_ZQucitM/s320/20091229132058-718723.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420508658956472338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this book is "Good night, Good Knight." I introduce this story to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there were three little dragons. They lived in the dark cave at the dark forest. They were very lonely. And there was a good knight in the kingdom. He watched from high tower every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, the good night heard a very large bawl from the forest. He jumped on his horse, and he went to the dark cave. And then, he saw the little dragon. The first little dragon said to him, "Could you bring me a drink of water?" The good knight did it. And the first little dragon slept. The good night left. When he watched, he heard the bawl again. He went to the cave. And he saw the second little dragon. And then, he said, "Could you read me a story?" And the first little dragon came there, and said, "Could you bring another drink of water?" The good knight did it. The first and second little dragons slept, the good knight left. When he watched, he heard it again. He went to there, and he saw the third little dragon. "Could you sing me a song?" And second little dragon said, "Could you read me another story?" And the first little dragon said, "Could you bring me another drink of water?" The good knight did it all! And finally, they said, "Could you give us kiss?" The good knight bring them kiss, and he left. The little dragons slept well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three little dragon were very cute!! And the good knight was very kind. I want the first dragon to bring some drink of water. And I want the second dragon to read a new story. And then, I want the third dragon to sing a song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(302w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1080721896623538782?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1080721896623538782/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1080721896623538782' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1080721896623538782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1080721896623538782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/br2-11-good-night-good-knight.html' title='BR2-11 Good Night, Good Knight'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzmD5_8HkBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/d4C_ZQucitM/s72-c/20091229132058-718723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3341878143406715976</id><published>2009-12-29T12:19:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:38:52.516+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-6 Mrs. Doubtfire</title><content type='html'>This movie was made in 1993, and an American movie. This is a comedy, and it was very funny. I was laugh very much. The leading actor is Robin Williams. He was disguised in old woman’s clothes. I introduce this movie to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was Daniel. His work was dubber. And he always lived up to his principles. But he was dismissed by reason of his principles. He left the company, he came home. The day was the birthday of his oldest son. He had three children. His oldest daughter was Lydia, and his oldest son was Chris, and his youngest of three children was Natalie. And then, Daniel gave his son a party for his birthday. Daniel’s wife was Miranda. She was a competent designer. She worked as always. And then, she had a phone call with a complaint from a neighbor. She returned to her house hastily. It was terrible in her house. There were a lot of animals, and so many children. Children danced to the music. She was stupefied by that sight. And there was Daniel in all that. She stopped the music, and she was very angry. Daniel quarreled about their lives with Miranda. And then, she began to talk about a divorce from him. He left, but they have been tried after all. Daniel was out of work, and he had no house. So the judge gave Miranda the right of bringing up children. And he could meet children once a week. He protested that he can not meet his favorite children is too sad. The judge said, “If you do a right act three months later, you may be have a good judgment.” Temporary judgment went down, and the trial was over. And then, Daniel left the house. His children were very sad, because they loved their father very much. Daniel went to his older brother’s house. His older brother was Frank, and he was a gay. His work was a makeup artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, Daniel rented a new apartment. And he began to work at a television station. One day, his children came to his apartment. But his room was very dirty, and his cooking was too poor. Miranda came to pick up her children. But therefore Daniel and Miranda quarreled again. Their children wanted their parents to reconcile. But it was a dream that did not come true. And then, he found a thing there. Miranda was looking for a new cleaning lady. But he said to her, “I want to baby-sit!” But she refused. So he changed her phone number that was written on the application paper. He played tricks so that a cleaning lady did not come. And then, he called her everyday. He changed his voice, and he talked on the telephone many times. He disguised himself as a person who she can not employ as the cleaning lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Daniel pretended to be a proper and kind woman. Miranda liked her. When Miranda asked her a name, she said, “My name is Mrs. Doubtfire.” Miranda employed her. But Mrs. Doubtfire was Daniel. And then, he went to the house of his older brother, Frank. And Daniel had Frank make him up specially. At last, he disguised himself as a wonderful old woman. It was Mrs. Doubtfire’s birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Mrs. Doubtfire went to Miranda’s house for the first time. And she met her children. Everyone liked her. But she was actually Daniel. He could not cook. He failed cooking in the first day. And he took the home delivery of high grade cooking. He served it to the dish. As if he totally mad it with himself. And then, Miranda and her children were very surprised. And they were impressed. Mrs. Doubtfire came home. And then, Daniel practiced housework from the day. For example, cleaning, washing, knitting, and cooking, and so on. He became good at housework. Mrs. Doubtfire was a popular person of all. She opened up with the children. But Miranda had a new boyfriend. His name was Stewart Danmaia. Stewart and Miranda were lovers in college. Mrs. Doubtfire of Daniel knew the fact. And Daniel disturbed them secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Mrs. Doubtfire used the bath room. Chris came into the bath room. And he looked Mrs. Doubtfire. He was very surprised, and he cried in! Chris went to meet Lydia, and he told her the fact. And then, Lydia and Chris knew that Mrs. Doubtfire was their father, Daniel. But it was secret for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Daniel met the president of his company. The president’s name was Jonathan Randy. The president liked Daniel. Daniel will talk with the president about an education program at Friday night. In the meantime, a party on the birthday of Miranda would be held. Mrs. Doubtfire was invited by Miranda, but she refused. However, finally she decided to go. Stewart came to there, too. But there was a problem. The restaurant was the same as the place that he talked with the president, Jonathan. Daniel would go in both plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Miranda, Stewart, Lydia, Chris, Natalie, and Mrs. Doubtfire came to the restaurant. And Jonathan came there, too. Mrs. Doubtfire returned as Daniel, and he met Jonathan. He got drink very much. He repeated his disguise many times. But then, Stewart’s state was strange. He could not eat a red pepper, but Daniel put a red pepper in his dish. It was harassment. Daniel, that is to say, Mrs. Doubtfire helped Stewart. And then, it came out that Daniel was Mrs. Doubtfire. In the day, Mrs. Doubtfire disappeared. Because Miranda was very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, a trial was held again. And therefore there was the last judgment. After all, it was the same judgment before. Daniel said that he wanted to see more his children, because he loved them. But this wish did not come true. Miranda was sad a little, when she heard the judgment.&lt;br /&gt;After Mrs. Doubtfire disappeared from the house, there lost vigor. But one day, there was Mrs. Doubtfire in the television. She became the main character of the education program. Daniel’s children were very pleased. Miranda went to see Daniel. And then, Daniel got possible to meet his children anytime. And Mrs. Doubtfire was loved by everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;This movie was very funny. I was laugh very much. I liked it! And Natalie was very cute. I knew that Daniel loved his children. I thought that there was such a family. There were a lot of families in the world. I want to see Mrs. Doubtfire. I wash she came to my house. She was a very very wonderful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1121w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206.mr6.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3341878143406715976?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3341878143406715976/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3341878143406715976' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3341878143406715976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3341878143406715976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-review-6-mrs-doubtfire.html' title='Movie Review-6 Mrs. Doubtfire'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6791040214148383998</id><published>2009-12-19T11:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:16:58.073+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-10 Milo's Toothache</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Szlrpg6d8KI/AAAAAAAAADw/Uxfeqea3ZAo/s1600-h/20091224134034-710412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Szlrpg6d8KI/AAAAAAAAADw/Uxfeqea3ZAo/s320/20091224134034-710412.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481987471077538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this book is "Milo's Toothache." It was written by Ida Luttrell. I introduce this book to you this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pig. His name was Milo, and he had a friend who named Dan. One day, they played Ping-Pong in the kitchen. Suddenly, Milo's tooth hurt. Dan was surprised. Milo had to go to the dentist. But Milo had a good idea. He called the dentist, and it decided that the dentist could see Milo the day at 4 O'clock. But Dan wanted Milo to go to the dentist early. Dan thought that Milo need to hurry. Dan said, "I will go with you! I'm afraid of you!" But Milo refused, and he said, "The dentist will make my tooth stop hurting." Dan said, "Wait! Come on with me." And then, Milo said, "OK. But please wait a few minutes. I'm going to take a both." Dan was surprised. But he had a good idea. He tried to get scared for Milo. And then, Dan went to Amy's house. He called Amy, and he told that things. And Dan said, "Because Milo will be afraid, we go to with him. Can I come with me?" Amy answered, "OK. I will go to there together." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Milo took a both leisurely. And then, Amy found her friends. There were Art, Ira, and Pam. Art and Ira was twins. And they were playing ball games. Amy cried, and said, "I have a problem. May I help me?" They came to Amy. And Amy said, "Dan and I will go to the dentist, because Milo have to the dentist. Milo's tooth hurt. Can you come with us?" They answered, "Of course!" When they told such a things, Milo changed his clothes. It was time to go the dentist. And then, Milo's friends arrived at Milo's house. Milo came out from his house. He was very surprised, and he said, "What happen?" Dan said, "We will go to the dentist with you. So you don't have to be afraid." Milo said, "OK. Thank you very much." And then, they went to the dentist. They came into the dentist office. But then, Ira said, "My aunt hurt her tooth at once. And the dentist pulled it, and she had to eat much for a few weeks." They were interested in that story. But Milo was very angry, and he shouted, "Stop! I don't want to hear such a story!" And then, Milo opened the door to the waiting room. But there was very narrow. And then, the dentist came into the waiting room, and she said, "Open wide!" They heard the voice of the dentist. Suddenly, Dan fallen down. Art and Ira wanted to help him. But they injured their body. Dan hit his head. Art and Ira hit their head each other. And Amy was steped her legs by Ira. And Pam hit her nose. And then, Milo came out the room. He was very fine. He was very surprised, but he just said, "No problem, everyone. I will take you the hospital, next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dentist. But everyone said that dentist is very scared. I don't think so. Milo had very good friends. And Dan was very cute. I want such friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(558w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6791040214148383998?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6791040214148383998/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6791040214148383998' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6791040214148383998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6791040214148383998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_9514.html' title='BR2-10 Milo&apos;s Toothache'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Szlrpg6d8KI/AAAAAAAAADw/Uxfeqea3ZAo/s72-c/20091224134034-710412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-339059251020809782</id><published>2009-12-14T10:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:16:58.073+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-9 The Dragon Painter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Szlf21O2icI/AAAAAAAAADo/V8mDfX6Pong/s1600-h/20091209124742-790702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Szlf21O2icI/AAAAAAAAADo/V8mDfX6Pong/s320/20091209124742-790702.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420469022124050882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this book is "The Dragon Painter." I introduce this book to you this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was Chang. He was a very famous artist. And everyone loved his pictures. His pictures was so wonderful. For example, He painted misty mountain, vases full of flowers, And so on. Especially he painted animals. It were so beautiful, and these pictures really seemed alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Chang met the village priest at the temple. There was a very dirty statue. And there were a lot of pigeons. It was mess. Chang had a good idea. He painted horrible eagle in the roof. And then, the pigeons were terrified. They flew away, and they didn't come back ever. Chang's pictures were famous more and more. Emperor of China heard it, too. And he decided that he asked to Chang a paint of his new temple. And Chang decided to paint four dragons on each wall. On thefirst wall, he painted a pearl white dragon. But that dragon had no eyes. The dragon vomited smoke from its mouth. On the second wall, he painted a jade green. The dragon's face looked very funny. But the dragon had no eyes, too. On the third wall, he painted a huge gold dragon. The dragon had a long long tail, but had no eyes, too. On the forth wall, he painted a gleaming red scales and wicked claws. But the dragon had no eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor of China asked, "Why don't you paint the dragon's eyes?" And Chang answered, "I can't paint it. If I paint its eyes, the dragons move!" But the Emperor believed him. And the Emperor oldered Chang to paint the dragon's eyes. Chang cried, but he was obliged to paint the dragon's eyes. First, he painted the dragon's eyes in the first wall. And then, sky was darker and darker. And Chang painted another dragon's eyes. The second dragon's eyes, the third dragon's eyes, and the forth dragon's eyes, too. He finished it, and a big thunder broke the roof of the temple. Everybody said, "What's happened?" The four dragons ran out from the each wall. They were living. The first dragon and the second dragon flew away, and they disappeared into the clounds. Chang was confused. And then, he painted chain at the dragon's neck quickly, before the dragon came out the wall. The two dragons tied with picture all of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that the pictures moved. Where do the dragons go? Everyone could not find them. If the dragons lived in the world. I'm very scary. But a little, I want to see the dragons, sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(456w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-339059251020809782?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/339059251020809782/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=339059251020809782' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/339059251020809782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/339059251020809782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_29.html' title='BR2-9 The Dragon Painter'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Szlf21O2icI/AAAAAAAAADo/V8mDfX6Pong/s72-c/20091209124742-790702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5495300490955790109</id><published>2009-12-11T11:44:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:55:38.203+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SpeakingⅣ'/><title type='text'>Dec 24th speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SyGzIF9FPmI/AAAAAAAAADY/B0HVBQd7BAc/s1600-h/1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SyGzIF9FPmI/AAAAAAAAADY/B0HVBQd7BAc/s320/1189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413805178694745698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rawson, C. (2003). Stories of Dragons. London: Usborne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/13106206 Chihiro Iwamoto0.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5495300490955790109?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5495300490955790109/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5495300490955790109' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5495300490955790109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5495300490955790109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/dec-24th-speaking.html' title='Dec 24th speaking'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SyGzIF9FPmI/AAAAAAAAADY/B0HVBQd7BAc/s72-c/1189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4633325714535956700</id><published>2009-12-11T11:37:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:16:58.073+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-8 Goldilocks and the Three Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzlcVG3GZKI/AAAAAAAAADg/qKweuL9toMk/s1600-h/20091209124843-787868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzlcVG3GZKI/AAAAAAAAADg/qKweuL9toMk/s320/20091209124843-787868.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420465144205829282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this book is "Goldilocks and the Three Bears." I introduce this book to you this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl. Her name was Goldilocks. She had a golden hair. But she was not good. SHe was always up to mischief. One day, her mother said to her, "If you don't stop being trick, you hair will trush blue."  But Goldilocks did not believe. And her father said, too, "If you carry on like this, you will grow warts on your nose." But she did not believe, too. One day, Goldilocks gave her little brother cut. And she wanted to go to the forest. But her mother always said, "Don't go to the forest. There are full of bears." And then, she go to the forest. And she found a pretty little cottage. There was a delicious smell from the cottage. Goldilocks went into the cottage. There were three bowls on the table. First, she tasted in the big bowl. It was too cold. Next, she tasted in the middle bowl. It was too hot. At last, she tasted in the tiny bowl. It was very delicious. She was full up. And then, first, she seats a big chair. It was too hard. Next, she seats a middle chair. It was too soft. Last, she seats a tiny chair. It was just fit. But suddenly, the tiny chair broke. And then, she went up second floor. It was bed room. And there were three beds. First, she lay the big bed. It was too hard. Next, she lay the middle bed. It was too soft. And last, she lay the tiny bed. It was just fit. And then, she slept in the tiny bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, three bears came home. There was a great big father, middle mother,and a cuddly little baby bear. They looked in the room, and said, "Who is been coming in our house?" They went up second floor. And then, they looked the little girl. The little bear cried, and Goldilocks woke up. And she looked at the three bears, and she screamed. She was very surprised, and she ran out of the house. And then, she came home, and said, "I will never trick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that we must not be unkind to another people.I don't like Goldilocks. I don't want to become it like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(404w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4633325714535956700?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4633325714535956700/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4633325714535956700' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4633325714535956700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4633325714535956700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/br2-8-goldilocks-and-three-bears.html' title='BR2-8 Goldilocks and the Three Bears'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SzlcVG3GZKI/AAAAAAAAADg/qKweuL9toMk/s72-c/20091209124843-787868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6758596113575142770</id><published>2009-12-03T17:28:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:34:43.451+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SpeakingⅣ'/><title type='text'>Speaking-draft</title><content type='html'>It was 21-30 questions that I was in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 21: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say humberger.&lt;br /&gt;Some people say tart.&lt;br /&gt;Some people say French toast.&lt;br /&gt;And some people say muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 22: Why don't you use the bakery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, some people say because of crowd, narrow.&lt;br /&gt;And some people say they used another food  shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 23: Have you used Lawson in the university?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes is 120 people.&lt;br /&gt;No is nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 24: How many times do you use it in a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 people used it once in a week.&lt;br /&gt;62 people used it two days - six days in a week.&lt;br /&gt;18 people used it everyday in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 25: Is Lawson convenience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111 people answered Yes.&lt;br /&gt;And 9 people answered No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 26: Why don't you use Laeson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don't use Lawson is nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 27: Do you want some more food shops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 people answered Yes.&lt;br /&gt;73 people answered No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 28: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will show you best 3 answeres in this question.&lt;br /&gt;Best 1 is MacDonald.&lt;br /&gt;Best 2 is some coffee shops.&lt;br /&gt;And best 3 is others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 29: Do you have an idea for improving the food shops in the university?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 people answered Yes.&lt;br /&gt;85 people answered No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 30: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want food shops to buy gums.&lt;br /&gt;And some people want more large space to eat and sit.&lt;br /&gt;And some people want cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that many people used food shops in the university.&lt;br /&gt;We wish those improving come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(261w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6758596113575142770?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6758596113575142770/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6758596113575142770' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6758596113575142770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6758596113575142770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/speaking-draft.html' title='Speaking-draft'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8943556423107414868</id><published>2009-12-03T17:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:38:21.005+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-5 Whale Rider</title><content type='html'>Whale Rider was made in 2002. And this movie is New Zealand movie. This movie has the role that a whale is important. I introduce this story to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the village of the Maori near the beach of New Zealand. There was an old legend. It was “Paikea who was a brave man got on a whale, and he came here from far away. And his descendant is Maori.” This legend has been conveyed for a long time. In addition, it was decided that the head of Maori was always a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Porourangi’s daughter was born. Porourangi was the eldest son of the head who called Koro. And the daughter was named Paikea. It was same name with the legendary brave man. But her mother and twin younger brothers died of the result that she was born. Porourangi was very sad, but Koro worried about having lost the successor of the man. He thought about only tribe things all the time. Porourangi looked such Koro, and he left the village. Paikea was brought up by grandparents. They were Koro and Flowers. But Koro was not accepted her. Because of she was a girl, not boy! Koro grieved in having lost the grandchild of boy all the time. But he picked her up on the bicycle and took the school to and from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paikea became 12 years old. One day, Porourangi, he was her father, came back to the village. He became an artist abroad. Koro wished he became the successor, but he didn’t intend to become the successor. Paikea was troubled. Will not the tribe need me? She thought. And she decided to leave the village with her father. However, in the journey, she heard some kind of cries from the sea. She came back to the village again. But Koro was the same as before. He was not able to love her obediently. He gathered the boys of the village in the meeting place. And he made a school to inherit the culture of Maori. He brought up the successor, and he prayed for the new head of Maori being born from them. But Paikea was not able to go to the school, because she was a girl. Therefore she learned a traditional song and dance secretly. And she learned art of stick fighting called Taiaha from her uncle. It was only succeeded to man from old days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she won the boy of the village by the art of stick fighting. She was pleased, but her grandfather looked it. Koro was very angry. He increased a feeling of hatred for Paikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the last test was performed at the school. Koro threw a traditional necklace made of the teeth of the whale into the sea. The boy who took it should have become the successor. But there were nobody. Koro was shocked, and he has been in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paikea looked such her grandfather, and she went to look for the necklace. At last, she found it. And her grandmother received it, but it was a secret on her grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Paikea held the school arts festival. Because she wanted to make relations with Koro better. She invited him to the school arts festival. He got ready to go for her school arts festival, and he left his house. But he found that a lot of whales were washed ashore on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Paikea read a speech at the school arts festival. The speech was that she wrote for her grandfather. It was the poetry that repeated the thought of him and the legendary brave man. And the school arts festival finished. And then, the villagers noticed whale washed ashore on the beach for the first time. Koro had an unpleasant feeling. The whale didn’t readily return to the sea. But suddenly, Paikea stepped on the back of the whale. The whale and she just went into the sea. And then, another whales returned to the sea, too. The villagers were dumfounded. Flowers, Paikea’s grandmother, was surprised. And then, she gave the necklace to Koro. It is the necklace which Paikea left with her grandmother before. Koro was very surprised. And he realized that Paikea deserved to be the head of Maori.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Paikea stepped on the canoe. It was birth of the new head of Maori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was very impressed. Especially, I was interested in Koro and Paikea relations. I thought that he certainly loved her. This movie was good in happy ending. In addition, the scene of the tribal traditional dance was excited. I like it. The scene of the school arts festival was impressed, and I cried. I felt the love of the family. This was a very good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(800w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206.mr5.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8943556423107414868?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8943556423107414868/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8943556423107414868' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8943556423107414868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8943556423107414868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-review-5-whale-rider.html' title='Movie Review-5 Whale Rider'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2656259675831755831</id><published>2009-11-26T01:53:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:34:53.380+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SpeakingⅣ'/><title type='text'>Speaking-Group Project</title><content type='html'>My group member is Yui and Taiga. We made a lot of questions. And I introduce the contents and the result to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1:Do you like campus food?&lt;br /&gt;Y-112 people&lt;br /&gt;N-8 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2:Have you eaten campus food?&lt;br /&gt;Y-98&lt;br /&gt;N-22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3:Which food shops do you like the best at the university?&lt;br /&gt;cafeteria-39&lt;br /&gt;bakery-48&lt;br /&gt;Lawson-23&lt;br /&gt;others-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4:Have you used the student cafeteria?&lt;br /&gt;Y-104&lt;br /&gt;N-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5:Do you relax in the student cafeteria?&lt;br /&gt;Y-69&lt;br /&gt;N-51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6:Can you go to the student cafeteria?&lt;br /&gt;Y-81&lt;br /&gt;N-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7:What is the best dish?&lt;br /&gt;number 1 is curry. Second is noodles. Other is Today's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8:What is the worst dish?&lt;br /&gt;For example, Fishery products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9:What do you think about the cost of the cafeteria?&lt;br /&gt;too cheap-1&lt;br /&gt;cheap-33&lt;br /&gt;so-so-81&lt;br /&gt;expensive-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10:How many times do you use it in a week?&lt;br /&gt;once-29&lt;br /&gt;two days-six days-83&lt;br /&gt;everyday-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11:Do you have to add to new dish?&lt;br /&gt;Y-44&lt;br /&gt;N-76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12:What is it?&lt;br /&gt;desert-29&lt;br /&gt;hamburger steak-6&lt;br /&gt;stew-5&lt;br /&gt;meat-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13:Why don't you use school cafeteria?&lt;br /&gt;For example, because of there are too many people, a house is near, noisy, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14:Have you used the school bakery?&lt;br /&gt;Y-115&lt;br /&gt;N-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15:Do you relax in the bakery?&lt;br /&gt;Y-88&lt;br /&gt;N-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16:What is the best dish?&lt;br /&gt;For example, choco bread, ham corn, pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17:What is the worst dish?&lt;br /&gt;For example, rusk, bean-jam bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18:What do you think about the cost of bakery?&lt;br /&gt;cheap-66&lt;br /&gt;so-so-54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19:How many times do you use it in a week?&lt;br /&gt;once-61&lt;br /&gt;two days-six days-59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20:Do you have to add to new dish?&lt;br /&gt;Y-39&lt;br /&gt;N-81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21:What is it?&lt;br /&gt;For example, hamburger, tart, french toast, muffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22:Why don't you use the school bakery?&lt;br /&gt;Because of it is small space, some people use school cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23:Have you used Lawson in the university?&lt;br /&gt;Y-120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q24:How many times do you use it in a week?&lt;br /&gt;once-40&lt;br /&gt;two days-six days-62&lt;br /&gt;everyday-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q25:Is Lawson convenient?&lt;br /&gt;Y-111&lt;br /&gt;N-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q26:Why don't you use Lawson?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q27:Do you want some more food shops?&lt;br /&gt;Y-47&lt;br /&gt;N-73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q28:What is it?&lt;br /&gt;For example, McDonald, coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q29:Do you have an idea for improving the food shops in the university?&lt;br /&gt;Y-35&lt;br /&gt;N-85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q30:What is it?&lt;br /&gt;For example, some people wants gums, some people wants more wide space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(445w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2656259675831755831?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2656259675831755831/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2656259675831755831' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2656259675831755831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2656259675831755831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/11/speaking-group-project.html' title='Speaking-Group Project'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8632173822329958809</id><published>2009-11-19T15:28:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:37:49.568+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 was made in 2002. And this movie was directed by Charles Stone Ⅲ.Drum line is marching band. Marching band is that play the trumpet, the bass drum, the snare, and so on. They play a lot of musical instrument as they walk. This movie is dramatic and youth. I introduce this movie for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon Miles lived in a harem. He was a problem child, but he graduated from a high school. He was a fatherless family, and he loved his mother very much. He was good at playing the drum. He played the drum in the graduation ceremony. After the graduation ceremony, he met his father. His father was a famous drummer in the past, but Devon hated him. Devon told him about graduation, and he left there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon entered A&amp;T University in Atlanta. The university was famous for marching band. That is to say, drum line. There was Lee. He was directing the marching band. And he was a famous person. Devon was spotted by Dr. Lee. He was admitted his ability, so he was a scholarship. But he was a problem child again. He entered the dormitory. There were a lot of rule in the dormitory and the marching band. That was very hard. But Devon and his friends went to the clubhouse, and they enjoyed dancing. Next day, Devon was able to get up early, but his friends could not get up early. So his friends were late. Dr. Lee said to them, “Band is one, sound is one!” They bore joint responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, drum line’s member did severe training every day. Devon’s hair style changed. He was a problem child, but his ability was so great. Everyone knew that. And drum’s leader, Sean Taylor, was opposed to Devon. One day, they had a test. And Devon was only chosen as a starting member in freshmen. He was conceited.&lt;br /&gt;And then, Devon took the selfish action in a match. Dr. Lee was so angry, but the president of the university praised Devon. Devon was conceited more. But he had a problem. He didn’t understand score. He looks another person who plays the drum, and he listens the sounds. So he remembered the sounds. He told everyone a lie. So he was excluded from a starting member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Devon had a favorite person. Her name was Leila. She was an upper-class student. One day, the party was held. Therefore they kissed, and they became a lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he began an exercise to read score. But even it he was troublesome. And Devon was invited by Maurice Brown University. MB University was a championship school of the marching band every year. One day, an accident happened. In alumni meeting, Devon was hit by the other student. Because of his selfish action. He was criticized by everybody. Even his girlfriend, Leila. And then, he was made to quit. He went to meet Mr. Wade. Mr. Wade was a manager of MB University. But Devon was disappointed in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a package reached him. In the package, there were a lot of tapes that played the drum. It was a present from his father. He awoke thanks to it. He met Sean, and he was taught how to read score by Sean. Devon and Sean composed the entrance music. Devon made up a quarrel with Sean. Finally, they trusted each other. And they went to show Dr. Lee the music. He liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the day of the match came. Devon could not participate because of the last accident. He supported the team. Ant then, they went into the finals. Suddenly, Dr. Lee told Devon to participate in the finals. Devon was very pleased. Ant then, they won! Devon built up trust with the teammate. And he could make up with Leila. It was happy ending!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like movies of such mood. For example, Cheers, Water Boys, and so on. Because I like music. So I was able to enjoy this movie enough. Especially, my tension went up the scene that plays the drum. And Devon was so cool. I like him. I want to play the drum, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(703w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206.mr4.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8632173822329958809?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8632173822329958809/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8632173822329958809' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8632173822329958809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8632173822329958809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-movie-was-made-in-2002.html' title='Movie Review-4 Drumline'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-220135260608733267</id><published>2009-11-06T12:08:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:18:29.984+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'>This movie is the Disney picture. All characters are cars. And this movie is based on Route 66. Once upon a time, there was lively town along Route 66. But now, Route 66 has gone out of use, because a new highway was made. This movie is an adaptation of such a real way and a town. I introduce you to this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last race of Dynaco 400 was held to get the Piston Cup. There was the rookie Lightning McQueen. His body was red. And he aimed at his first champion. But there were King and Chick. King had a blue body, and he was a famous racer. And Chick had a green body, and he was an expert racer. McQueen, King, and Chick reached the goal at the same time. McQueen wanted to win the championship and wanted to gets contract with a big sponsor. He liked being outstanding, and he was overconfident and imprudent. The last race was to be held in California. McQueen was in the middle of moving to California, he was separated from his trailer. And he was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon he reached Radiator Springs that a country town along Route 66. He destroyed a lot of the roads. He was brought to trail of the country town. Doc Hudson the town judge told McQueen to fit the roads. He had to return to the race, but he could not escape from there. He was obliged to repair the roads. And then, he met a lot of friends. Mater was very cheerful. He was a wrecker, but he was covered with rust. He could run back wands at high speed. His hobby was to roll a lot of tractors. McQueen made friends with Mater. Mater called McQueen his best friend. McQueen promised him to get him into a helicopter when McQueen became famous. Mater was very pleased. And there was Sally. She was a Porsche. She lived in downtown in the past, but she was very tired. So she came to the Radiator Springs. She was in love with nature. She drove to nature with McQueen. He liked it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a race was held in the country town. And then, McQueen competed with Doc Hudson. He had confidence. But he lost. There was a curve that was difficult to turn to the way. He couldn’t turn to the curve. Doc advised him, but he didn’t hear Doc’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, McQueen found something. It was the championship trophy of the Piston Cup. He noticed that Doc was a racer of legend. Doc was a famous racer once, but he didn’t tell it to the country town members. So nobody knew that he was a legendary racer. Doc wanted to forget the past. In fact, he had to retire because of an accident. He wanted to run. And then, McQueen was taught how to turn the curve by Doc. He could turn the curve. McQueen made a lot of friends with all the cars in the Radiator Springs. And then, he lighted up the country town for all cars. It seemed to be the old Radiator Springs. All the cars were pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, the cars concerned about the Piston Cup came to pick McQueen up. He left there. And he returned to the Piston Cup safely. The race began. McQueen competed with Chick and King. And then, the crisis came to McQueen. But Doc was in the racer team then. Doc advised McQueen, and McQueen got over the danger. But then, King crashed because of Chick. As for King, this race was the last race, because he would retire. McQueen was not able to leave King. He gave up winning the championship, and he came back to help King. McQueen pushed King, and they made the goal at last. Chick won the championship, but nobody was pleased. On the other hand, McQueen took shouts of joy. He became famous, and he carried out his promise with Mater. Mater could get into a helicopter. And then, McQueen’s race team decided that the Radiator Springs become the stronghold of their activity. Route 66 prospered again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is all CG graphics. It is funny that the main characters are cars. I like the scenes that McQueen is taken a photograph. And my favorite character is Mater. I get well when I watch him. It was impressed for me that McQueen helped King. Chick was a unpleasant car until the last. But this movie was very interesting. I want to watch the Disney pictures again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(767w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206.mr3.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-220135260608733267?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/220135260608733267/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=220135260608733267' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/220135260608733267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/220135260608733267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-review-3-cars.html' title='Movie Review-3 Cars'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5419657499561979878</id><published>2009-10-30T11:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:39:19.386+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-7 Chicken Licken</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVUenQoKI/AAAAAAAAADI/R4q5aE04rYA/s1600-h/20091016115357-740957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVUenQoKI/AAAAAAAAADI/R4q5aE04rYA/s320/20091016115357-740957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395617270125863074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this book is "Chicken Licken". I introduce you to this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Chicken Licken. He lived in a farm. There were a lot of animals. And Chicken was scared everything. One day, he was near a tree. Then, a tiny acorn dropped from the tree. And the acorn hit his head. He didn't know truth. He thought that the sky is falling. I shouted, "The sky is falling!!" He ran. He thought that he must tell King the thing. He wanted go to the castle. And then, he met Henny Penny. She lived in the hen house. She said, "What's the matter?" Chicken answered, "The sky is falling!" She was very surprised, and she followed him. They ran again. And then, they met Cocky Locky. He heard the thing, and he also followed them. Then they met Ducky Lucky. He lived in the duck pond. He said, "What's the matter?" They answered, "The sky is falling!" He was surprised, and followed. And then, they met Goosey Loosey. She lived in the old barn. She heard the truth, and followed. And they met Turkey Lurkey. She was in the field, and she followed them. Finally, they met Foxy Loxy. He lived in the forest. "What's the matter?" he said. And they answered, "The sky is falling!" But he didn't believe that thing. And he had a good idea. "I know the shortcut!" he said. He wanted to eat them. He guided them the dark hole. There was very dark, and they couldn't see anything. "Where is here?" someone said. Foxy said, "Here is my house!" And he continues, "It's where I am going to gobble you all up!" They were very scary. But suddenly, an acorn hit Foxy Loxy on the head. He didn't see it. He thought that the sky is falling. And he ran away. But chicken and his friends saw the acorn fall on Foxy Loxy. They glared at Chicken. And they chased him all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Chicken was so stupid. But he was also pretty. The characters of this story was very interesting names. The characters very interesting, and they was cute. I was interesting very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(376w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5419657499561979878?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5419657499561979878/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5419657499561979878' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5419657499561979878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5419657499561979878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_4033.html' title='BR2-7 Chicken Licken'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVUenQoKI/AAAAAAAAADI/R4q5aE04rYA/s72-c/20091016115357-740957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4043363182708361527</id><published>2009-10-29T01:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:53:31.314+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SpeakingⅣ'/><title type='text'>Speaking-Food and Eating</title><content type='html'>Today, I write about food and eating. &lt;br /&gt;I like eating very much. And I often go to some restaurant. My favorite restaurant is Joyfull. Because It is Very cheap and very delicious.I go to there once two weeks. My favorite dish is Kimuch Zosui. It is very delicious. But the calorie is very high, too. I have to diet!&lt;br /&gt;And next, my favorite restaurant is Kirara. The restaurant built in Shimotori. I like Syabusyabu. It is the specialty restaurant of the pan. I go to there once a month. It is 1000 yen at lunch. It is so cheap! That is very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend that you go to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(111w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4043363182708361527?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4043363182708361527/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4043363182708361527' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4043363182708361527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4043363182708361527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/speaking-food-and-eating.html' title='Speaking-Food and Eating'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4856727447446418808</id><published>2009-10-25T11:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:03:33.530+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-6 The Little Red Hen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVF40qmjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/v6CXOUcbOYI/s1600-h/20091008145336-783231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVF40qmjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/v6CXOUcbOYI/s320/20091008145336-783231.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395617019463375410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This title of the book is The Little Red Hen. I introduce to you this story at this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a little red hen. She lived in a farm. Her house had a red roof. And she had a lot of friends. There were three best friends. It were a glossy black cat, a big noisy duck, and a fat brown rat. One day, the little red hen was looking for some food in field. And then, she found some grains of wheat. She thought she tryed to grow this wheat. And she said to her friends, "Who will help me plant the wheat?" But her friends didn't answer. The little red hen did it herself. She buried this wheat in the field. The winter had passed, the shoots grew. In spring, they were tall. In summer, they turned from green to gold. And the little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me cut it down?" But no answer. She cut it down herself. And then, she also said, "Who will help me? I want to grind it." But no answer. She did it herself. She took it to the mill. And she also said, "Who will help me make the flour into bread?" But no answer, too. At last, she made some bread. She said to her friends again, "Who will help me eat the bread?" They answered. They wanted the bread. But the little red hen didn't give the bread for her friends. And she said, "I will  eat it all by myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little red hen's friends were not kind. They were not friends! It is very important for us to help our friends. We need some gently. If I help my family or my friends, they will help me, too. I wlii be kind to all people. I have never forget kindly or gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(316w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4856727447446418808?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4856727447446418808/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4856727447446418808' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4856727447446418808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4856727447446418808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_6814.html' title='BR2-6 The Little Red Hen'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVF40qmjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/v6CXOUcbOYI/s72-c/20091008145336-783231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-9058018918584383040</id><published>2009-10-23T12:02:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:17:46.665+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-2 Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEctqDdTlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xpFccfnkemI/s1600-h/51VB35PA39L-734496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEctqDdTlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xpFccfnkemI/s320/51VB35PA39L-734496.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395625399275048530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie title is Groundhog Day. Groundhog Day is a festival. Groundhog is an animal that looks like a squirrel. This festival is held on February 2. It is the festival of the weather fortunetelling expected coming of spring. And the festival uses groundhog. This movie is related to it. I introduce this story for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil Connors is a famous weather forecast person. But his character was bad. He was devious, and he always said sarcasms. One day, he went to a country in Pennsylvania with Rita Hanson and Larry. Rita is TV producer. She was very honest and very kind to people. She was so beautiful. Phil was not in good with Rita. And Larry was a cameraman. He was calm and gentle. They came to the country to report Groundhog Day. But Phil was boring. He finished the work early, and he wanted to return. But they couldn’t come back because of the snowstorm. Phil was very tired and slept very well at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when he got up in the morning, the same on the radio was being playing as yesterday. And then, he met same person, and he talked same conversation the person. All things were same as yesterday. He was confused. It continued every day. Every day was February 2. He did a lot of things every day. He urged a woman. Of course he did the bad things. He did what he wanted to do! First, he felt happy, but soon he wasn’t happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he has begun to urge Rita. He got along well halfway, but he was rejected by her every time. He lost the willpower soon. He committed suicide by various ways every day. But when he slept the night and got up at 6:00 a.m., he came back again on February 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he talked her that he spent February 2 every day. She believed it, but it was February 2 again when he slept. And then, he decided to improve himself. He learned how to play the piano. And he learned how to make ice works. And he helped a lot of people who have problems. He helped an old friend who worked at insurance office. And he helped a boy who fell down from the tree. And he helped the women that the tire of her car went flat. He helped a man who choked on his food. He helped all people in the country. Phil became a tender and wonderful person soon. She was attracted by such him. Phil and Rita fell in down each other. They slept together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, he heard different radio. Finally, he welcomed the morning of February 3. He was very happy. And Phil got Rita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was so unique. First, Phil wasn’t kind to people, but finally, he helped a lot of people. It is wonderful for us to kind to people. Also it is important to improve one. If you are Phil, can you do it same things? Phil has changed. I want to change myself. And I want to kind to people more. This movie taught me the light of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(532w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206.mr-2.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-9058018918584383040?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/9058018918584383040/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=9058018918584383040' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9058018918584383040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9058018918584383040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_4629.html' title='Movie Review-2 Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEctqDdTlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xpFccfnkemI/s72-c/51VB35PA39L-734496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4655209879433914513</id><published>2009-10-20T19:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:35:27.532+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-5 How Elephants lost their Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVKg220EI/AAAAAAAAADA/MediAqkZfeA/s1600-h/20091016115335-702221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVKg220EI/AAAAAAAAADA/MediAqkZfeA/s320/20091016115335-702221.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395617098929459266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the book is How elephants lost their Wings. I introduce to you this story on this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many elephants. They had beautiful wings in their back. They could fly anywhere. But they were very noisy. And then, they acted up in the field. All the trees and all the houses were bloken by these elephants. The gods were crying. The gods were very sad. And the gods had an idea. They invited the elephants to their field. The elephants ate a lot of food and drink, and they slept. Soon the gods took away thei wings. And they put the wings to the peacocks and the banana trees. The elephants were angry very much, but the wings never did go back to theirs. They could not fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was funny. And the elephants were spiteful very much. Is this true story? If this story was true, the peacocks could not fly in the far past. The wings of peacocks is so beautiful now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(170w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4655209879433914513?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4655209879433914513/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4655209879433914513' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4655209879433914513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4655209879433914513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_6198.html' title='BR2-5 How Elephants lost their Wings'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEVKg220EI/AAAAAAAAADA/MediAqkZfeA/s72-c/20091016115335-702221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5764813170508211963</id><published>2009-10-19T01:14:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:40:45.685+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SpeakingⅣ'/><title type='text'>Speaking-Hobbies</title><content type='html'>Today, I introduce you my hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;My hobby is driving. I always go to driving various places. Recently, I went to Fukuoka. Because I went to Kyusyu national museum with my boyfriend. We watched a lot of bronze statue. It was Asyura. That was very interested.&lt;br /&gt;Next, my hobby is watching movies. I like movies very much. I watch a lot of movies every week. I borrow DVD from TSUTAYA. Recently I watched Revolutionaly Road. It was very serious story. That had a problem. And the end of story was so sad. I wanted you to watch the movie. And I watched BARRAD at movie theater. It was very sad story, too. That was love. It was not escaped from destiny.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard each hobby from some people.&lt;br /&gt;First, I heard Eri's hobby. Her hobby is going to Karaoke. She go to there twice a month with her friends. And her hobby is watching movie. It is the same hobby with me. And in particular, she likes horror movies. She watch movies twice a month. &lt;br /&gt;Next, I heard Hiroko's hobbies. Her hobby is Shopping. She go to shopping with her friends. And her hobby is going to trip. She often go to trip. And last time, she went to Kobe and Osaka with her mother. And she will go to trip day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It was good that I could hear a lot of hobbies from some people. I want to increase more hobbies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(247w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5764813170508211963?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5764813170508211963/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5764813170508211963' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5764813170508211963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5764813170508211963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/speaking-hobbies.html' title='Speaking-Hobbies'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-433566174576654421</id><published>2009-10-14T11:29:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:35:27.532+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-4 The Musicians of Bremen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEU-z1mEXI/AAAAAAAAACw/zPvacUc40mQ/s1600-h/20091008145217-755785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEU-z1mEXI/AAAAAAAAACw/zPvacUc40mQ/s320/20091008145217-755785.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395616897866010994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the book is The Musicians of Bremen. I introduce to you this story this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a mean man. He had a mean donkey, a mean dog, a mean cat, and a mean rooster. He was very old, so the man thought he get the rooster tomorrow. And the man tried to eat him. The friends of the rooster worried him. And then, they ran away. They tried to go to Bremen. Bremen was famous for musics. They wanted to be musicians. At midnight, they were very tired, and they were very very hungry. And there was a house. The donkey looked at the room from the window. There were a lot of food and drink in the room. And there was a gang of robbers. The donkey had an idea. He stood near the window. And the dog climbed on the donkey. And the cat climbed on the dog. And the rooster climbed on the cat. And then, they dived in the room. The robbers were very surprised, and they ran away. The donkey ate food, and drink with him friends. At night, they slept. The little robber came back to the house. So they surprised to him again. He was scary, and he ran away again. The robbers thought that there were a horrible witch and a big monster in the house. So they never came back. And then, the donkey stayed at the house with him friends. They never went to Bremen, and they were not musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is very famous story. I heard the title of story, but I didn't know the story well. There were a lot of animals. They were very clever, but I have one question. Whose house is it? I want to check the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(301w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-433566174576654421?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/433566174576654421/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=433566174576654421' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/433566174576654421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/433566174576654421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_23.html' title='BR2-4 The Musicians of Bremen'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SuEU-z1mEXI/AAAAAAAAACw/zPvacUc40mQ/s72-c/20091008145217-755785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-7700180285529098951</id><published>2009-10-09T11:34:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:54:34.676+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-1  Mr. Incredible</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Ss6odPrkkDI/AAAAAAAAACo/0rwRMatDTAs/s1600-h/MV5BMTgzMDY3NjAzMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcw-723972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Ss6odPrkkDI/AAAAAAAAACo/0rwRMatDTAs/s320/MV5BMTgzMDY3NjAzMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcw-723972.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390431024388018226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible is a Disney picture. This movie is all CG animation. I introduce this story to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible is one person of all heroes. There are so many heroes in the world. Mr. Incredible always help people. His ability is power. And there is Elastigirl, and he married her. But he was complained about its damage by America. Heroes disappeared in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real name of Mr. Incredible is Bob. After 15 years, he lived in the town quietly. He worked at a insurance office. He is very kind. But he didn’t forget his glory in the past. He sometimes helps many people quietly now. One day, he was dismissed by his company. And then, he got an electron letter from Mirage. It was a request to work of a hero. Soon Bob went to an island, and fought with a fighting machine. He won! He began to work as a hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he was gotten into trouble. There was Syndrome in the island. He was a fan of Mr. Incredible in the past, but he hated Mr. Incredible now. He made a high level machine, and he tried to make the machine attack to the downtown. And Bob was caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, Helen, Violet, and Dash came to the island to help Bob. Helen was Elastigirl. Her ability was rubber. Her body stretched. And Violet was a daughter of Bob and Helen. Her ability was transparent power and shield power. Dash was a son of Bob and Helen. He can run very fast. They fought with the enemy. The machine of Syndrome went to the downtown, and tried to destroy it. Syndrome wanted to be hero, so he fought with his machine on purpose. But he was very weak. And then, the family of Mr. Incredible fought with the machine. Frozone came to the downtown, too. He was a hero, and a friend of Bob. Soon they won! They lived in town happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is all CG animation. The picture is very real. Main character is an old man, and he is very fat. But he is so kind and very brave. And many characters with personality appear in this story. The character that I like most in this story is Edna. She is a designer. I like her figure and the character has a devious nature. And there is another character that I like. It’s Jack-Jack. He is the youngest children of Bob and Helen. His hair seems to be a horn of the gnome. It is so pretty. In addition, his ability will be wonderful, too. There were warmth and laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(442w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206mr1.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-7700180285529098951?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7700180285529098951/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=7700180285529098951' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7700180285529098951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7700180285529098951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-review-1-mr-incredible.html' title='Movie Review-1  Mr. Incredible'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Ss6odPrkkDI/AAAAAAAAACo/0rwRMatDTAs/s72-c/MV5BMTgzMDY3NjAzMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcw-723972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-776177085610440085</id><published>2009-10-07T15:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:58:33.333+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SpeakingⅣ'/><title type='text'>SpeakingⅣ-Our Vacation</title><content type='html'>I went to Saitama during summer vacation. Because my grandparents lived in there. It was August. And I went to there with my mother. We visited a lot of place. We enjoyed shopping any place. And we went to Nikko with my grandparents, my uncle, and my aunt. Nikko is famous for monkey. The name of monkey is MIZARU, IWAZARU, and KIKAZARU. That is very famous. We saw a waterfall, and row a boat. It was very fun and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I worked at restaurant on September. It is ten months since I begin to work there. It is fun! I worked for around 5 hours on about day. I work from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I asked my classmate about this summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;First person's name is Yui. She went to Oita on August 26. She went to there with her friends. I heard it was so cool there. They went to there by car of her friend and went for a drive for three hours. She drove too. And they saw a waterfall. She forgot the name, but I heard it was so beautiful. And the water was so cold. And then, they ate soba of duck! She said it was so delicious, but I can't eat that. &lt;br /&gt;And she worked at a restaurant bar. She enjoyed spending this summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next person's name is Syunsuke. He went to the Courage Tennis School. I heard it was very fun! He played at tennis with his friend on this summer vacation. He went to there only Saturday. He seems to have practiced for about around 1 hour. The tennis school built in Nishigoshi. He enters there for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;And he worked at a convenience store. He worked for around 5 hours on day. He worked the store for 1 year 8 months. He always went to there by him bicycle. His summer vacation was full very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(322w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-776177085610440085?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/776177085610440085/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=776177085610440085' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/776177085610440085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/776177085610440085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/speaking-our-vacation.html' title='SpeakingⅣ-Our Vacation'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1988739584233986108</id><published>2009-10-07T15:00:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:16:22.226+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-3 The Little Mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswujHE6MoI/AAAAAAAAACg/fRPHxl4CrHg/s1600-h/20091006103355-744487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswujHE6MoI/AAAAAAAAACg/fRPHxl4CrHg/s320/20091006103355-744487.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389734034785579650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you this story. The title is Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a little mermaid. There was the world of sea. The little mermaid was princess. There was a big kingdom in the deep sea. But the little mermaid longed for the human world. She collected the human goods or items. It dropped from over the sea. That is to say from the human world. She had a lot of human goods. She liked a human figure the best. She treasured that human figure. &lt;br /&gt;One day, a birthday party of the little mermaid was held. She became 15 years old. She went to over the sea that day. And she saw it. It was human ship. The man looked like human figure that she found in the sea. She loved him. &lt;br /&gt;After few days, the storm came here. And the human ship went down. She helped the man, and carried him to the beach. The little mermaid watched from a clump of sea wead. He got up, and said "Thank you." And a pretty girl came and helped him. He was prince. She loved him very much. But eldest sister said to her, "Remember, he is a man and you are a mermaid. He will only make you unhappy." And she wanted to be human. One day, she went to a witch's cave. There was so dark and dangerous. The witch was octopus. The little mermaid wished her to be human. And the witch said, "OK! But there was condition. Give me your voice." And she made a potion. She said to the little mermaid, "There are two things. One, if you drink this potion, you can never do back to the sea. Two, if the prince doesn't return your love, you will dissolve into the ocean waves." And the little mermaid drunk it. She became a human. She had legs. And then, she met the prince. But he married another girl. He said, "I almost drowned once. And I was swept to a beach and woken by a lovely princess. Tomorrow I marry her." Her heart was hurt. Very very hurt. So she can never back to the sea. And she dissolved into the ocean waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is very famous story. But it is different that I know the little mermaid. This story was very sad. The little mermaid was poor. Do you think that mermaid is the world? I want to sea mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(411w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1988739584233986108?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1988739584233986108/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1988739584233986108' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1988739584233986108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1988739584233986108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_9020.html' title='BR2-3 The Little Mermaid'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswujHE6MoI/AAAAAAAAACg/fRPHxl4CrHg/s72-c/20091006103355-744487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5106943731274321230</id><published>2009-10-01T14:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:58:09.384+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-2 The Emperor's New Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswuU5uluCI/AAAAAAAAACY/Am2BSEDRIc4/s1600-h/20091006103310-786828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswuU5uluCI/AAAAAAAAACY/Am2BSEDRIc4/s320/20091006103310-786828.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389733790684133410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you this story this week. The title is “The Emperor's New Clothes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a emperor. The emperor likes clothes very much. He didn't wear clothes that he had worn once before. He always bought new clothes. People always said to him, “Your Excellent!” The emperor was satisfied. One day, the royal procession was in two weeks' time. But he had nothing to wear. He had seven thousand, three hundred and twenty two outfits. But he wore everything before. There was Boris in the castle. He was the emperor's servant. And the emperor said to Boris, “Go and find me the finest clothes-makers in the town!” Boris went to the town. And Boris met two strangers. They went to the castle. And then, two strangeres met the emperor. He was Slimus and Slick. They said to the emperor, “We make magical clothes! Our clothes can only be seen by clever people.” The emperor was satisfied, and very excited. He gave them a lot of money. “Make me a magic clothes!” he said. But Slimus and Slick was bad person. They loved money. It was trickery. And then, they stayed at the castle happily. They ate five fudge cakes, ten tubs of vanilla ice cream and a constant supply of chocolate. And then, the magic clothes was made. The clothes was transparent. That was terrible. The emperor wore the magic clothes. And he went to the royal procession. He was nude. But he was satisfied and happy. And then, there was a little child, he said to the emperor, “The emperor's got nothing on!!” People knew the emperor was naked. The emperor blushed. Slimus and Slick was happy. They never went to the castle. They tricked the emperor. Meanwhile, Boris was unhappy very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is so fool. The emperor is very very selfish. Slimus and Slick is clever, but they are dirty. This story is famous story. I had heard the story when I am young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(337w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5106943731274321230?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5106943731274321230/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5106943731274321230' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5106943731274321230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5106943731274321230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_5499.html' title='BR2-2 The Emperor&apos;s New Clothes'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswuU5uluCI/AAAAAAAAACY/Am2BSEDRIc4/s72-c/20091006103310-786828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6033232915015354491</id><published>2009-09-30T18:45:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:18:16.750+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SpeakingⅣ'/><title type='text'>My new Identity -by speakingⅣ</title><content type='html'>I took speakingⅣ class. I write about my new identity.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lucy. I'm from Ingland. My job is TV announcer. My hobby is bird watching. Thing my hate is smorking. And I'm 22 years old. I have 3 people in familiy. I'm single. No married, no children. I like natural place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked some peeson.&lt;br /&gt;First, his name is Paku. His job is pilot. His hobby is travel. Thing his hate is small spaces. He is from Korea. His favorite animals is Lion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, her neme is Ann. Her job is chef. Her hobby is wood working. Thing her hate is dirty rooms. She is from Egypt. She is 20 years old. She is single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, her name is Ann, too. Her job is actress. Her hobby is running. Thing her hate is crawds. She is 22 years old. She is from Chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, her name is Marie. Her job is farmer. Her hobby is judo. Thing her hate is sking. She is 25 years old. She is from Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, her name is Andy. Her job is veterinarian. Her hobby is singing. Thing her hate is hospital. She is from South Asia. She is 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, her name is Aki. Her job is doctor. Her hobby is motor bikes. Thing her hate is insects. She is from middle east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked any parson else. It was fun to be each people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(239w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6033232915015354491?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6033232915015354491/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6033232915015354491' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6033232915015354491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6033232915015354491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-identity-by-speaking.html' title='My new Identity -by speakingⅣ'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-507080722295933688</id><published>2009-09-28T23:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:58:44.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy</title><content type='html'>Today was very very unhappy day. I didn't do well everything! And... At last, I quarreled with my sister. It was very heavy. We cryed so loud each other. But after 1 hour, I made up the quarrel with my sister. We cryed, cryed, and cryed. It was only happy for me to made up with my sister, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(60w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-507080722295933688?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/507080722295933688/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=507080722295933688' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/507080722295933688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/507080722295933688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/unhappy.html' title='Unhappy'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8183981505978953752</id><published>2009-09-27T12:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:29:30.469+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review-2'/><title type='text'>BR2-1  Little Red Riding Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswuDfmAqdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5-j_AlPRk8U/s1600-h/20091006103340-717359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswuDfmAqdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5-j_AlPRk8U/s320/20091006103340-717359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389733491611052498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you this story this week. The title is Little Red Riding Hood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there is a little girl. She was called Little Red Riding Hood. She wore a red clork with a red hood. She lived in deep and dark forest with her mother. Her mother asked her to deliver a vegetable soup to her grandmother. But there were some rules of the woods. First, keep to the path. Next, don't talk to wolves. The Little Red Riding Hood started. Suddenly, a big bad wolf appeared. He aimed the Little Red Riding Hood, but he failed all. The forest became darker and darker and deeper and deeper. Then she met the wolf. She have talked with him. The wolf thought a good idea. He went to a cottage of her grandmother. And he knocked on the door. The wolf mimicked the Little Red Riding Hood's voice. And then, he came in the room. And he ate her grandmother. Then he lied the bed, and waiting for the Little Red Riding Hood. Soon she came to the cottage, and knocked to the door. She came in the room. The wolf became her grandmother. The Little Red Riding Hood looked at her grandmother. She surprised and said, “What big ears you have!” The wolf answered, “All the better to hear you with.” And she said again, “What big eyes you have!” The wolf said, “All the better to see you with.” And she said, “What big hairy hands you have!” The wolf answered, “All the better to hug you with.” She asked finally, “What big sharp teeth you have!” The wolf answered, “All the better to eat you with!!” And then, the wolf ate the Little Red Riding Hood. Then he fulled and slept in the bed. The wolf snored loudly. The woodcutter heard him snore. The woodcutter discovered the wolf in the cottage. He came in the room, and he had some scissors. And then, he cut the wolf's stomach. So the Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother went out his stomach. The woodcutter picked up a lot of stones and put the stones into the wolf's stomach. And then, her grandmother sewed with thread. The wolf never ate another person, and he just have to eat vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Red Riding Hood is very famous story. “AKAZUKINCHAN” in Japan. It is strange to mistake the wolf for her grandmother. We should keep the rule of forests. You must not trust a bad person such as the wolf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(426w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8183981505978953752?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8183981505978953752/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8183981505978953752' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8183981505978953752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8183981505978953752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/br2-1-little-red-riding-hood.html' title='BR2-1  Little Red Riding Hood'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SswuDfmAqdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5-j_AlPRk8U/s72-c/20091006103340-717359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5135996805818157333</id><published>2009-09-23T23:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:02:29.807+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOO</title><content type='html'>I got up early this morning, too. Because I went to Omuta with my boyfriend. And we went to Omuta zoo. There were a lot of children. They were so pretty. And there were so many animals. And then, we came backe to Kumamoto city. We went to a movie theater. We watched BALLAD. The story is the Warring State Period story. That was love story, but it was very sad. I want to back to the past. The movie was nice. After, we watched the movie, I left him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(90/2306w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5135996805818157333?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5135996805818157333/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5135996805818157333' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5135996805818157333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5135996805818157333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoo.html' title='ZOO'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-7872439114245900329</id><published>2009-09-20T21:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:37:34.811+09:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin</title><content type='html'>I got up early this morning. Because I went to my boyfriend's house. I went to there, and I met him. We watched some movies on TV. We also played a lot of games. It was very fun. At evening, I left his house. After I came home, my cousin came to my house. I saw her after an interval of seven years.When I saw her last, she was 14 years old. She lived in Kyoto now. And then, we talked each other. At night, we went to a spa that called Yusen. It was relax. It was natural hot spring. That was fine. She stayed my house that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(112w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-7872439114245900329?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7872439114245900329/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=7872439114245900329' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7872439114245900329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7872439114245900329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/cousin.html' title='cousin'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3769006362889783355</id><published>2009-09-18T22:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:29:02.449+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Shop</title><content type='html'>I went to Sanko with my boyfriend. Because he wanted to buy a marimo. Marimo made us relax. So he bought two marimo. That was pretty. And then, we watched a lot of pets. For example, dogs, cats, birds, mice, and so on. Every animals was so pretty. I wanted that animals. And then, we went to a toy shop. There were a lot of toys. I wanted it. But I endured. We ate Taiyaki in cream then. It was nice tastes. At night, we went to the place that can see beautiful night view. There were very beutiful light. It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(103w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3769006362889783355?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3769006362889783355/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3769006362889783355' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3769006362889783355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3769006362889783355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/pet-shop.html' title='Pet Shop'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5982546989345608629</id><published>2009-09-17T21:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:22:31.122+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I fainted. So I had to go to a hospital. I took a through health examination, but we didn't know the cause. My mother worried me very much. But after a few minutes, I was fine. Be careful of your health. I'm careful of my health, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(50w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5982546989345608629?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5982546989345608629/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5982546989345608629' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5982546989345608629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5982546989345608629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/hospital.html' title='Hospital'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-9194867689222812721</id><published>2009-09-14T22:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:15:34.867+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I went to Karaoke shop with my sister. I sang a lot of songs. I enjoyed singing there. An night, I went to my friend's house. There was held Reginsu Party. The member is Kero, Misaki, Asami, Keiko, and me. We cooked any any delicious food. I usually don't cook, but I cooked, too then. And we enjoyed having some delicious food, and enjoyed talking each other. After we had food, we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(75w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-9194867689222812721?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/9194867689222812721/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=9194867689222812721' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9194867689222812721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9194867689222812721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1633712566636893162</id><published>2009-09-12T22:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:26:13.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fukuoka</title><content type='html'>I was looking foward to coming the day. Today, I went to Fukuoka with my boyfriend. First, we went to Kyusyu national museum. The museum is new building. And the museum was held Asyura exhibition. Asyura is very famous thing. It is nationai treasure. We saw the national treasure, Asyura. I was impressed by that. That was so cool and very beautiful. There was Dazaifu shrine near the museum. We saw that a little. And then, we went to Otoya to have lunch. It was delicious. I ate too much and full. At night, we came back to Kumamoto. And goodbye him. I met my friend. Her name is Kimika. We have not been for a long time. We went to JOYFULL. And we talked each other. I had a very good time. At midnight, I left her. See you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(141w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1633712566636893162?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1633712566636893162/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1633712566636893162' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1633712566636893162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1633712566636893162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/fukuoka.html' title='Fukuoka'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-7780830041987934493</id><published>2009-09-08T20:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:18:14.786+09:00</updated><title type='text'>report card</title><content type='html'>Oh, my god! The report card arrived at my house this morning. Mm... I try to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Midori river with my boyfriend. I had a good time. We enjoyed playing like child. And then, we went to karaoke shop. I love singing. We were singing very much, and goodbye. Thank you very much, Yusuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(58w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-7780830041987934493?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7780830041987934493/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=7780830041987934493' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7780830041987934493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7780830041987934493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/report-card.html' title='report card'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2904049541269047167</id><published>2009-09-07T22:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:13:24.844+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sachi</title><content type='html'>It was fine day, too. I went to Aso with my friend. Her name is Sachi. There was Daikanbo. We went to there by my car, and we arrived. It was cool there, and there were so many beautiful scene. There were many color. For example, blue of sky, green of woods, white of clouds, and so on. And then, we went to Yamaga. There is a house of my friend's grandmother. That is near Anzu hill. It was natural and calm place. At evening, we went to YOUME TOWN at Kumamoto city. And, goodbye, Sachi. I went to my boyfriend's house. See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(106w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2904049541269047167?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2904049541269047167/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2904049541269047167' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2904049541269047167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2904049541269047167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/sachi.html' title='Sachi'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5153403574679259716</id><published>2009-09-02T23:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:01:35.594+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HACHI</title><content type='html'>Hello. It was fine day. I went to a movie theater with my friend. Her name is Kaori. And we saw HACHI.  The movie moved me to tears. The story was very sad, and HACHI was very smart dog. I wailed all the time. I advised all people to saw this movie. After we saw the movie, we went to Crea to have lunch. I ate pasta. It was delicious. And goodbye, Kaori. At night, I went to downtown with my sister. I drunk. She drunk. But it was very fun. I didn't drink for a long time. So it was very very delicious. I came home by taxi. I'll do to there to drink. See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(119w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5153403574679259716?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5153403574679259716/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5153403574679259716' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5153403574679259716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5153403574679259716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/hachi.html' title='HACHI'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-9090073777512583957</id><published>2009-08-28T19:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:08:24.091+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Source</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Aso with my boyfriend. We went to Shirakawa source. It was so cool, and very beautiful place. And then, we went to Shimizu to see waterfall. But I was scary there. There is very eerie. So we got back there soon. I have not gone there forever! But it was fine day. See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(58w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-9090073777512583957?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/9090073777512583957/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=9090073777512583957' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9090073777512583957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9090073777512583957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/source.html' title='Source'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6338035090394083217</id><published>2009-08-24T21:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:43:52.588+09:00</updated><title type='text'>VALLEY</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning in my boyfriend's house. Today is very happy day. We prepared, and we picked up my sister and my friend at my house. We went to Yatani valley. And then, we wore each bikini, and we were swimming. We enjoyed swimming very much, but water was very cold. There were a lot of water slide. It was natural. We had a good time there. At evening, we got back Kumamoto city. I had dinner with my sister. We went to Hamakatsu. It was delicious, and I ate too much. And then, I went to my boyfriend's house. Today was very happy day. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(111w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6338035090394083217?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6338035090394083217/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6338035090394083217' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6338035090394083217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6338035090394083217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/valley.html' title='VALLEY'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4676512527649332174</id><published>2009-08-23T22:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:36:51.454+09:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREWORKS</title><content type='html'>Today, there were fireworks display in Uto. It was Jizo festival. At evening, I went to Uto city with my boyfriend. At last, the fireworks display bigan. It was so beautiful. After the fireworks display finished, we went to a spa. There was the spa in Kengun. The spa called Ikkyu. It was relax. And then, we came backe to my boyfriend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(64w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4676512527649332174?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4676512527649332174/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4676512527649332174' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4676512527649332174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4676512527649332174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/fireworks.html' title='FIREWORKS'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3805562653606866224</id><published>2009-08-21T23:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:31:44.474+09:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPPPPPING</title><content type='html'>Today, I met my friends. They are very good friends. Her name is Asami and Keiko. I love her. We went to CREA, and we enjoyed shopping. Today, I had a part time job, so I left my friends early. See you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(43w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3805562653606866224?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3805562653606866224/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3805562653606866224' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3805562653606866224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3805562653606866224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopppppping.html' title='SHOPPPPPPING'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3631006831214613388</id><published>2009-08-19T23:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:23:42.126+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumamoto</title><content type='html'>Today, I came back to Kumamoto. I was sad, because I had to leave my grandparents, my uncle, and my aunt. It was very lonely. I will come to Saitama to see them again next year. Please wait! I want to see them. Thank you very much for giving a lot of memories. The memories is my treasures. It is very very valuable. I say again. Thank you very much, my grandparents, my uncle, and my aunt. See you again. And goodbye still when we met.&lt;br /&gt;At evening, I and my mother arrived at Kumamoto. And then, I met my boyfriend. I haven't seen him for a long time. It was happy. And then, we came back to my bofriend's house. Goo night, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(126w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3631006831214613388?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3631006831214613388/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3631006831214613388' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3631006831214613388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3631006831214613388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/kumamoto.html' title='Kumamoto'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4421892547734291729</id><published>2009-08-18T18:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:28:05.164+09:00</updated><title type='text'>LAKE TOWN</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to the Lake Town with my mother and my uncle. The Lake Town was very very big shopping mall. I enjoyed shopping there. I bought some T shirts, one-piece, hat, a lot of sandal or heel, and so on. I bought many many things and items. So I had no money. Oh, my god! But I was happy, because I love shopping. I want new clothes more. I will go to shopping in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(78w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4421892547734291729?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4421892547734291729/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4421892547734291729' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4421892547734291729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4421892547734291729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/lake-town.html' title='LAKE TOWN'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8995101821347728692</id><published>2009-08-16T18:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:16:07.886+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Great-grandmother</title><content type='html'>I went to the house of my great grandmother. I got some money from my uncle. I was so happy. And I was teached by my aunt that how to make a vegetable gelatin. It was simple to make it. I try to make the vegetable gelatin. I was looking foward to making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(54w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8995101821347728692?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8995101821347728692/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8995101821347728692' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8995101821347728692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8995101821347728692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-grandmother.html' title='Great-grandmother'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2846477270158685930</id><published>2009-08-15T17:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:38:06.392+09:00</updated><title type='text'>OOEDO</title><content type='html'>Today, I washed our car in filling station with my uncle. And then, we went to the Ooedo museum. There were so many goods about Edo. It was fun for me to see things of the past. At evening, we went to Futo port. I was so lonely then. Because I had to say goodbye to my father and my brother. They went back to Kumamoto by ferry. Its ferry was very big and beutiful shape. I have been to the port to see them off. Goodbye, my father and my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(92w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2846477270158685930?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2846477270158685930/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2846477270158685930' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2846477270158685930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2846477270158685930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooedo.html' title='OOEDO'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-9139152457991386359</id><published>2009-08-14T20:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:32:31.282+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WATERFALL</title><content type='html'>I went to Ryuto to see a watefall. It was so wide and so big waterfall. I ate Mitarashi dumpling at Chaya. It was delicious. I didn't eat it for a long time. The waterfall healed my mind. At evening, I went to the Utsunomiya zoo with my parents. It was so expensive! But animals was very cute. I gave some food to animals. A big giraffe came to me. It was surprised. And then, we went back to Saitama. This traveling was very happy time. I want to go to traveling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(94w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-9139152457991386359?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/9139152457991386359/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=9139152457991386359' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9139152457991386359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9139152457991386359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/waterfall.html' title='WATERFALL'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4853022620311487340</id><published>2009-08-13T17:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:25:57.622+09:00</updated><title type='text'>LAKE</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to the lake to row a boat with my brother. It was a little difficult for me to row the boat. But it was very fun! It was comfortable. And the lake was so beautiful. I want to row the boat again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(45w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4853022620311487340?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4853022620311487340/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4853022620311487340' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4853022620311487340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4853022620311487340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/lake.html' title='LAKE'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-7325786437096345290</id><published>2009-08-12T22:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:20:10.857+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>I was looking foward to coming the day. It was traveling. I went to Nikko with my family, my grandparents, my aunt, and my uncle. First, I went to Utsunomiya with my parents. Utsunomiya is famous for meat dumpling. I ate meat dumpling at Minmin, but it was so-so. I thought it was delicious meat dumpling for me that my mother cooked than the meat dumpling of Minmin. And then, we went to Utsunomiya museum. I had a great time there. At evening, we arrived a hottel. There were beautiful nature, and there was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(97w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-7325786437096345290?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7325786437096345290/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=7325786437096345290' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7325786437096345290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7325786437096345290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5433299545855970727</id><published>2009-08-11T21:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:13:22.989+09:00</updated><title type='text'>YASUKUNI</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Yasukuni shrine with my family and my uncle. I wanted to go there before. We paid homage at the shrine. There is a museum about wars. Wars is very terrible and veryvery sad. So many young people died by wars. I saw a lot of pictures about commanndoes or soldiers. We must not repeat the sad history. &lt;br /&gt;At night, we went to Pines hotel for dinner. It was chinese food. I love chinese food very much. It was very very delicious, and it was so expensive. Today was happy day, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(95w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5433299545855970727?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5433299545855970727/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5433299545855970727' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5433299545855970727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5433299545855970727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/yasukuni.html' title='YASUKUNI'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-245460794691453612</id><published>2009-08-10T17:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:06:38.756+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My family</title><content type='html'>Taday was so happy day. Because my father and my younger brother came to Saitama. I played TV games, and waited them. At evening, they came to my grandfather's house. So I was very happy. It was relax today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(40w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-245460794691453612?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/245460794691453612/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=245460794691453612' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/245460794691453612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/245460794691453612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family.html' title='My family'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8144420237420208044</id><published>2009-08-09T16:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:03:28.287+09:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTHQUAKE</title><content type='html'>Today, we enjoyed shopping at Maekawa jusco. I don't like chinese noodle, but I tryed to eat it. Mm... It was delicious.The day, there was hit by a strong earthquake. It was very scary. I hate an earthquake. I was close to tears. A freeway was destroyed by the earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(52w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8144420237420208044?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8144420237420208044/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8144420237420208044' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8144420237420208044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8144420237420208044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/earthquake.html' title='EARTHQUAKE'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1317159205061769309</id><published>2009-08-08T22:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:59:06.995+09:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Tsukishima with my aunt, my uncle, and my mother. Tsukishima is famous for monjayaki. It was very delicious. And then, we went to LaLaport to do shopping there. I bought a pretty T shirt and tank top. At night, we had Yakiniku near my grandfather's house. I ate too much. And then, we went to Karaoke shop. I like singing! We had a good time. And I bought PSP today. PSP is game. I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(82w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1317159205061769309?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1317159205061769309/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1317159205061769309' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1317159205061769309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1317159205061769309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/09/psp.html' title='PSP'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-9092665245363995304</id><published>2009-08-07T23:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:53:05.035+09:00</updated><title type='text'>S</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Ibaraki with my mother and my uncle. We went to Ami. There were shopping mall. We enjoyed shopping, but I didn't buy new items. I was sad a little. At night, we went to Canty. Canty is a Itarian restaurant. I met my aunt there. Here name is Yuko, and she is my mother's sister. She is a great career woman. She is very cool. We enjoyed having dinner. Wine was so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(79w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-9092665245363995304?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/9092665245363995304/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=9092665245363995304' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9092665245363995304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9092665245363995304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/s.html' title='S'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-746234562415757864</id><published>2009-08-06T22:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:48:02.223+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Saitama</title><content type='html'>I was looking foward to coming the day. We arrived at Haneda airport. We was welcomed by my aunts and my uncle. I was really happy. And then, we had lunch in a restaurant at the airport with my aunts. I have two aunts. My older aunt similar to my younger aunt. They likes twins. We are loved by my aunts. I love them, too. And then, we went to my grandfather's house. They lived in Saitama. They seems very fine. I hope to see more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(89w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-746234562415757864?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/746234562415757864/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=746234562415757864' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/746234562415757864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/746234562415757864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/saitama.html' title='Saitama'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1823776080263248862</id><published>2009-08-05T23:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:01:13.982+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A fireworks display</title><content type='html'>There was a fireworks display in Ueki. I went to Ueki with my boyfriend. We bought a lot of food at stands. It was so delicious. And then, the fireworks display began. It was so beautiful. I was impressed. That fireworks was very big and 5000 hits. The fireworks display finished. So we went to home. I want to see the fireworks next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(64w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1823776080263248862?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1823776080263248862/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1823776080263248862' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1823776080263248862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1823776080263248862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/fireworks-display.html' title='A fireworks display'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3768770841324620042</id><published>2009-08-04T11:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:41:33.551+09:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to swimming pool with my boyfriend. Today was a little cold. But we enjoyed swimming. We had carry at lunch. Swimming was very fun. I want go to there again. And then, I went to my friend's house. Her name is Asami. I sae her a long time ago. I was really happy with her. She lives by herself. Her house is very good place, and very very clean. I enjoyed talking with her. We had a good time each other. See you again, Asami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(89w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3768770841324620042?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3768770841324620042/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3768770841324620042' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3768770841324620042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3768770841324620042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming.html' title='swimming'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-7254426597122981802</id><published>2009-07-24T23:12:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:08:15.811+09:00</updated><title type='text'>yahho</title><content type='html'>I went to eat shabu-shabu with my boyfriend today. I was satisfied. And we went to Yamaga. Because we entered the hot spring. In the bathtub, heart-shaped. It was very pretty. We went to eat dinner afterwards. And then, we returned to his house. And we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(49w/10138w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-7254426597122981802?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7254426597122981802/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=7254426597122981802' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7254426597122981802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7254426597122981802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/yahho.html' title='yahho'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2332806763197774076</id><published>2009-07-21T22:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:58:06.115+09:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>I went to my boyfriend's house, and we went to shopping at YOUME town or Crea. I got a one-piece. It was so pretty. And then, I went to eat roasted meat with my boyfriend. I have overeaten myself again. I don't want to eat the roasted meat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(53w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2332806763197774076?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2332806763197774076/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2332806763197774076' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2332806763197774076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2332806763197774076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3567982742464130242</id><published>2009-07-20T21:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:51:01.169+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hooooo</title><content type='html'>I went to the bedrock bathhouse with my favorite friend today. In fact, I should have gone to the sea. However, it was rainy today. Therefore we went to there. As for it, it is dieted, and it is very comfortable. My sweat was huge. But I felt refreshing. After I retarned my home, there were a lot of children of my relative. It is rare to meet them. I was surprised that they grow big very much. The children was pretty. I went to eat Korean barbecue with my family afterwards. I was very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(96w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3567982742464130242?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3567982742464130242/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3567982742464130242' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3567982742464130242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3567982742464130242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/hooooo.html' title='hooooo'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-189824716735145150</id><published>2009-07-18T20:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:38:24.980+09:00</updated><title type='text'>calm</title><content type='html'>I stayed at the house of my boyfriend yesterday. When I was near my boyfriend, I calm down. It is very important thing for us to get along well each other. I want to be with him much together. It is happy to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(45w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-189824716735145150?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/189824716735145150/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=189824716735145150' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/189824716735145150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/189824716735145150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/calm.html' title='calm'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2263915079240578418</id><published>2009-07-15T23:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:30:04.781+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry</title><content type='html'>It was the day when I looked forward to today. Because the movie of Harry Potter is shown on the day. I love Harry Potter. I watched the series every time in a movie theater. I long for magic. The movie is very interesting. Therefore I went to the movie theater with my boyfriend. He love harry potter too. I watched the movie. I was very interesting. I am worried about the continuance of the movie very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(78w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2263915079240578418?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2263915079240578418/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2263915079240578418' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2263915079240578418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2263915079240578418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry.html' title='Harry'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1641661590976310988</id><published>2009-07-13T23:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:22:03.602+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FRIEND</title><content type='html'>I was very happy today. Because I was able to meet my friend. She is one of a kind. I like her very much. She is my childhood friend. She go to the university same as me. However, I was not able to meet her recently. Therefore I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed talking there. The conversation with her is very pleasant. Everytime! and everywhere! After in a few minutes, I said good-bye to her and returned to my house. And then, I went to a discount store with my sister. And I bought a matching jersey with her there. I was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(106w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1641661590976310988?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1641661590976310988/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1641661590976310988' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1641661590976310988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1641661590976310988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friend.html' title='MY FRIEND'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4411259497014518117</id><published>2009-07-11T10:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:11:31.355+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT SPRING</title><content type='html'>I went to SUSHIICHI to eat sushi with my boyfriend yesterday. We have ate food very much. I was satisfied. And then, we went to enter the hot spring. There was a family bath. It was very comfortable. We enjoyed it. After We have got out of the hot spring, we went to the rental shop of DVD to borrow it. We borrowed a lot of DVD. And then, we came to my boyfrind's house. We watched a lot of movies. Especially, a horror movie was so fearful. And we slept peacefully at the neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(96w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4411259497014518117?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4411259497014518117/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4411259497014518117' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4411259497014518117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4411259497014518117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-spring.html' title='HOT SPRING'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3635643706049166812</id><published>2009-07-09T01:06:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:16:32.218+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essays'/><title type='text'>Essay-6 Favorite Movie</title><content type='html'>I like movies very much. I sometimes go to movie theater. I often borrow a lot of DVD of movies from TSUTAYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my favorite movie is MOULIN ROUGE. Leading man is Ewan McGregor, and leading lady is Nicole Kidman. This movie is a musical style. This story is very sad, and my heart was hurting. I introduce to you this story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a beautiful woman and a poor man. The poor man was writer about freedom and love. His name was Christian. He aspired Bohemian, so he came to Montmartre in Paris from his country. He tried to write about love, but he have never fallen in love with somebody. And then, he met the beautiful woman. Her name was Satine. She worked a cabaret. The cabaret was called MOULIN ROUGE by everyone. It was a place of entertainment. She was a star of MOULIN ROUGE. But she really wanted to be actor in future. Christian and Satine fell in love soon. But the love was forbid by Zidler and a Duke. Zidler was a owner of MOULIN ROUGE. The Duke loved Satine. He wanted her in his hands. Some problems happened, finally, Christian and Satine loved each other. But Satine was dying. Christian was very sad, but he decided that he write this true love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said good thing in the movie. It was sad so much, so I was crying very much. But this movie taught me to love somebody strongly. And the movie was taught me about importance of the love, too. Exactly, I think that they really loved each other. I want to fall in love with a person who is destined. I will be able to find the person who is destined in the future. Please watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(297/9615w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206e6.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3635643706049166812?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3635643706049166812/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3635643706049166812' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3635643706049166812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3635643706049166812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/essay-6-favorite-movie.html' title='Essay-6 Favorite Movie'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2776836484216206480</id><published>2009-07-08T02:10:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:53:07.661+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW-13 The Little Giraffe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SlN00FP9myI/AAAAAAAAACA/F1ym-StThvg/s1600-h/20090703124610-776322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SlN00FP9myI/AAAAAAAAACA/F1ym-StThvg/s320/20090703124610-776322.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355752819984800546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Giraffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you this story this week. This story was poor story too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a little giraffe. There was a little rhino who was a friend of the little giraffe. They did not eat food, and they could not search. So they were very hungry. And then, they asked a wise man. The wise man said, “I can make a magic drink. Please come to here, next day.” Next day, as he said, the little giraffe came to a house of the wise man. And he took the magic drink from the wise man. But the rhino did not come. He did not know about the rhino. The little giraffe drank the magic drink everyday. So he did not to be a little giraffe. He was very tall, so he could get food in the tree. One day, the tall giraffe met the little rhino. The little rhino said, “Who are you!” The tall giraffe answered, “It is me!!” He explained to the little rhino what he happened. And then, the little rhino was very angry with the wise man and the tall giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so poor. The little rhino is very poor. I think he wanted to be big. It is not a good thing to forget. Because it can suffer a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(219w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2776836484216206480?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2776836484216206480/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2776836484216206480' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2776836484216206480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2776836484216206480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_08.html' title='BOOK REVIEW-13 The Little Giraffe'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SlN00FP9myI/AAAAAAAAACA/F1ym-StThvg/s72-c/20090703124610-776322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1380586413679134515</id><published>2009-07-06T22:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:02:18.865+09:00</updated><title type='text'>surprisize★</title><content type='html'>It was a big news for me. Today, My boyfriends came to my house suddenly. I was surprised. What was happen? And then, he had a beautiful necklace in his hand. “I give it for you.” I was surprised, but I was really really happy. Thank you, my dear. Thank you so much. Today was very happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(58w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1380586413679134515?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1380586413679134515/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1380586413679134515' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1380586413679134515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1380586413679134515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprisize.html' title='surprisize★'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5451271864009618703</id><published>2009-07-05T00:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:45:49.271+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!</title><content type='html'>I went to Hikarinomori with my boyfriend. And we enjoyed shopping. But!! I was quarreling with him. We did not get along with each other very on the day. After few hours, we were finally reconciled. I was relieved very much. I am careful not to quarrel with him. And then, I went to his house. We watched a DVD. It was the Pirates of Caribbean. This movie was so fun. The all of you please watch it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(79w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5451271864009618703?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5451271864009618703/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5451271864009618703' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5451271864009618703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5451271864009618703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title='HEY!!'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3389490587492073525</id><published>2009-07-04T23:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:37:15.773+09:00</updated><title type='text'>rococo</title><content type='html'>I went to the downtown in Kumamoto with my mother. And then, we went to KIRARA that is a restaurant of syabusyabu. I like there. My mother too. The restaurant is our favorite restaurant. Its dish is very cheep, and very delicious. We were full up! We were satisfied with the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went to an art museum in Kumamoto. It was purpose. Because there were so many pictures. The pictures of Rococo was exhibited in the museum. Those were beautiful pictures so much. It was wonderful. There were oil painting, canvas, flask pictures, and so on. For example, religion pictures, baroque pictures, rococo pictures, and so many pictures there. I was interesting those. I like pictures. Today was so happy day. It was great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 4 hours, I went to a restaurant of hamburger steaks with my boyfriend. I did nothing but eat today. I will put on wight in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left my boyfriend, I went to Shimizu with my friend. And then, we enjoyed driving!! It was very fun. I want to go again. Today, I did various thing. I was very very happy day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(192w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3389490587492073525?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3389490587492073525/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3389490587492073525' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3389490587492073525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3389490587492073525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/rococo.html' title='rococo'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6589540184538129707</id><published>2009-07-03T12:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:08:41.111+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essays'/><title type='text'>Essay-5 Bad memories in my life</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of bad memories in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, when I was young, 5 years old, I went to Ushibuka with my family. We went to there every year. There was a beautiful sea. We stayed a house of our friends in front of sea. We enjoyed fishing in the sea. One day, we were fishing as always. I had a net in my hand, and I took a lot of jellyfish. There were so many jellyfish in the sea. Suddenly, a strong wind arose. And then, I feel down in the sea. There were so many jellyfish and big fish. I was surprised, and I could not take a freath. I was afraid I accidentally drowned in the sea. And everyone came to me to help me. I was helped by my mother. I was very scary, and I was crying. I thought whether I died. It was bitter experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, when I was 16 years old. I had appendicitis. One day, I had a stomachache in the high school. I endured, but I could not endure the stomachache. I stayed in bed everyday. My mother took me a hospital, but we could not know the cause. I suffered everyday during about one week. After one week, we went to a big hospital at last. And then, I know I had appendicitis. I went into the hospital soon. And I was operated on for appendicitis. It was so hard to me. Next day, I woke up. I saw my stomach. I had a deep cut in my stomach. It hurt so much, but I gradually recovered. But after 3 days, the situation changed suddenly. I had a stomachache again. My small intestine was strange. And I was operated again. I had more deeper cut in my stomach than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't need for me the bad memories in my life anymore. Besides, I have a lot of bad memories. But I want to make good memories from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(333w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206e5.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6589540184538129707?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6589540184538129707/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6589540184538129707' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6589540184538129707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6589540184538129707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/essay-5-bad-memories-in-my-life.html' title='Essay-5 Bad memories in my life'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8981662332063003886</id><published>2009-07-02T22:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:02:10.552+09:00</updated><title type='text'>M</title><content type='html'>I met my boyfriend yesterday night! I love him!! And then, we went to McDonald. I ate potato. A trifling time is happy. When I met him, I was so happy. In fact, I want to be him anytime. But I must go to the university and work place. He will be do too. I look forward to that I can meet him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(64w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8981662332063003886?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8981662332063003886/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8981662332063003886' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8981662332063003886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8981662332063003886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/m.html' title='M'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1668117498240129888</id><published>2009-07-02T01:16:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:51:11.501+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW-12 Clever Rabbit and the Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SlN08VkXX8I/AAAAAAAAACI/R-o4iEMivck/s1600-h/20090703124626-709444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SlN08VkXX8I/AAAAAAAAACI/R-o4iEMivck/s320/20090703124626-709444.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355752961804296130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you this story this week. When I read this book, I understood again that I must not be spiteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a lion in the jungle. The lion was so pound and very spiteful. He was bullying a lot of other animals. The lion said other animals, “I'm going to eat you all up. You are small and weak. You can not stop me.” They were scary. But one animal of all was laugh. It was clever rabbit. The clever rabbit said, “I have a good idea.”&lt;br /&gt;Next day, animals hid in bush and back to the tree. The lion looked for them. And he met the clever rabbit. The clever rabbit said, “I know an animal that is very stronger than you.” The lion said, “Leave me!” The clever rabbit took out the lion to the wide and big river. The clever rabbit said, “There is the animal.” The lion saw in the river. There was another lion in the water. The lion dived in the river. He nearly drowns. He said, “Help me!!” But other animals said, “We can not help you. Because we are small and weak.” The lion disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not think a lion in the water to be oneself. He is stupid. We don't must to be spiteful. If I am kind to everyone, they are kind to me. I learned it this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(237w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1668117498240129888?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1668117498240129888/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1668117498240129888' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1668117498240129888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1668117498240129888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_7669.html' title='BOOK REVIEW-12 Clever Rabbit and the Lion'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SlN08VkXX8I/AAAAAAAAACI/R-o4iEMivck/s72-c/20090703124626-709444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-994411715832064769</id><published>2009-07-01T01:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:55:51.542+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear...</title><content type='html'>I went to Yuusuke's house yesterday. There were two cats. A cat that have brown hair and white legs is named by Kuuchan. And a cat that have white hair and brown head is named by Miichan. They are very cute. We always sleep with them. I want animals in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(53w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-994411715832064769?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/994411715832064769/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=994411715832064769' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/994411715832064769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/994411715832064769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dear.html' title='My dear...'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2026763204557534048</id><published>2009-06-30T16:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:11:15.694+09:00</updated><title type='text'>An angel and the devil...</title><content type='html'>I went to the university yesterday. After that, I met my boyfriend's Yuusuke. We went to the movie theater. And we watched "an angel and the devil". The movie was excited very much but fierce a little. We went to SUKIYA to have dinner after have finished watching a movie. And I went to his home. We slept together. I was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(63w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2026763204557534048?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2026763204557534048/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2026763204557534048' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2026763204557534048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2026763204557534048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/angel-and-devil.html' title='An angel and the devil...'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-745756479275683442</id><published>2009-06-28T23:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:03:13.596+09:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!</title><content type='html'>I went to the Uki city with my boyfriend. My boyfriend's name is Yuusuke. He seems to do shopping. I came to the Uki city for the first time. Unfortunately there was nothing. So, we also went to Crea. We ate Japanese food at noon. He bought sneakers and sunglasses, shorts. He seems to have been satisfied. After we left it, I went to YOUME town, because I have a part time job. Today was so busy. But there was an incident. suddenly, we had blackout because of the storm. I was surprised. I was very fierce, but was excited at a wonder. There were a lot of events today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(111w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-745756479275683442?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/745756479275683442/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=745756479275683442' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/745756479275683442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/745756479275683442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html' title='YEAH!!'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-989431344971843726</id><published>2009-06-27T23:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:43:29.172+09:00</updated><title type='text'>(o^-')b</title><content type='html'>I woke up early. I went to a house of my boyfriend. And then, I went to TSUTAYA with my boyfriend to borrow DVD. We borrowed DVD of Harry Potter and Knights Hospitals of the phoenix. Because I want to watch the new movie of Harry Potter, I borrowed it. So I forgot the contents of the movie, it was necessary to review it. We watched the movie. That was very exiting. We spent it leisurely. And then, we have good bye, I have a part time job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(88w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-989431344971843726?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/989431344971843726/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=989431344971843726' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/989431344971843726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/989431344971843726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-b.html' title='(o^-&apos;)b'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5505712828003259990</id><published>2009-06-26T23:51:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:43:52.429+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAY♪♪</title><content type='html'>Today was very very happy day!! My boyfriend came back to Kumamoto from Kanagawa. Our distance was so long. I went to Kumamoto airport at 8:30 p.m. I saw TV personalities there. They are named by TRF. They are singer and dancer. They were very cool, and they went away there soon. After they left, my boyfriend came out. I was ashamed, and I was not able to see his face. He was laughing as always. When I met him last, he was thinner. I was very anxious. So I took him to the ramen shop. Because I heard that he want to eat ramen. He was pleased very much. I was so happy. I can meet him anytime from tomorrow. I am happy when I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(130w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5505712828003259990?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5505712828003259990/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5505712828003259990' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5505712828003259990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5505712828003259990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-day.html' title='HAPPY DAY♪♪'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-1929913698749597513</id><published>2009-06-24T22:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:16:31.934+09:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping☆</title><content type='html'>After I went to the university, I went to shopping with my sister. We went to Crea. I bought a one-piece dress. It was so pretty. I made friends with the salesclerk of the shop. She is cute girl very much. After we were satisfied, we have dinner in a shop called WAGURUME. I think that the taste was pretty good. And then, we came home. We also got out. We went to JOYFULL with our friends. We made noise and I enjoyed it laughingly and returned. After I came home, I called my boyfriend. His physical condition improved and seemed to be cheerful. I felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(108w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-1929913698749597513?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1929913698749597513/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=1929913698749597513' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1929913698749597513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/1929913698749597513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopping.html' title='shopping☆'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6319378504622865717</id><published>2009-06-22T11:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:47:57.177+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW-11 The Emperor and the Nightingale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yaZFl6qI/AAAAAAAAABo/RGX2Htol87s/s1600-h/20090629161623-745450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yaZFl6qI/AAAAAAAAABo/RGX2Htol87s/s320/20090629161623-745450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354061329749895842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce this story this week. That's a beautiful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor of China was a very rich man. His wish always come true everything. His palace was golden. There was a gardener. He always listened a beautiful song of Nightingale. One day, the Emperor listened to sound of a bell. And then, a servant said, “I heard a song of Nightingale is more beautiful sound than the bell.” The Emperor looked for Nightingale. But everyone didn't know where Nightingale is. So a servant asked to the gardener. The servant listened to a frog's song, cow's bark, and so on. At last, the servant looked for Nightingale. The song was so beautiful. He asked her for going to the palace with him. The servant and the Nightingale went to the palace, and she sang a song for the Emperor. He loves it. And he put her in silver cage. She wanted to be free. She wanted to return the tree. One day, the Emperor met the Emperor of Japan. The Emperor of Japan gave him a bird machine. It was gold, and beautiful. It had a cute song. The Emperor always listened to its song. During he liked it, Nightingale run away. The bird machine has broken soon. He was so sad, and looked for Nightingale. But she disappeared. The Emperor was sick soon. And then, Nightingale came to his palace. He was very happy, and his sick were good well. He asked Nightingale, “Please stay at my palace.” But she refused, “No, I like freedom.” And then, the Emperor planted a big tree in his garden. The tree grown soon. And two nightingales came to the tree. Everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is story of a rich man. I want to be rich. And I can do anything. I want to listen to a song of Nightingale. I have not listened to it. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(319w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6319378504622865717?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6319378504622865717/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6319378504622865717' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6319378504622865717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6319378504622865717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_7552.html' title='BOOK REVIEW-11 The Emperor and the Nightingale'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yaZFl6qI/AAAAAAAAABo/RGX2Htol87s/s72-c/20090629161623-745450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8424122385794622855</id><published>2009-06-21T23:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:44:53.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kagoshima-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SkhhK6vBTHI/AAAAAAAAABg/zAdylRH1OA4/s1600-h/20090621123125-751742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SkhhK6vBTHI/AAAAAAAAABg/zAdylRH1OA4/s320/20090621123125-751742.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352634997322894450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Kagoshima today. I went to the zoo with my parents. I was not going to the zoo for a long time. I love a zoo. Because I love animals. Especially, I like lions, monkeys, mouths. and so on. There were so many animals. The zoo was interesting. made. There was the animal of the different kind in the same cage. It was surprised for me. Animals was very cute. I ate persimmon ice on the way. It was delicious. I didn't eat a persimmon ice for a long time. We enjoyed a zoo to the full. And then, as I had a part time job at night, we returned to Kumamoto. This trip was a very good trip. I want to Kagoshima again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(127w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8424122385794622855?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8424122385794622855/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8424122385794622855' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8424122385794622855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8424122385794622855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/kagoshima-2.html' title='Kagoshima-2'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SkhhK6vBTHI/AAAAAAAAABg/zAdylRH1OA4/s72-c/20090621123125-751742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-7611419224637061453</id><published>2009-06-20T23:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:24:05.384+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiran☆</title><content type='html'>I went to Kagoshima with my father and mother. It was my dream to go to Chiran. There was ever the base of the special attack unit in Chiran. It was so sadly past. I wanted know the sadly past of the special attack unit. A lot of people who were younger than me died. There were a lot of photos in Chiran museum. It is a precious photos. And there were a lot of letters of the special attack unit people. It was last letters. Many people cried to see it. I cried too. All the youths were brave. We must not forget the cruel history. Many people are still anxious now. We must never do the war. But there are many country where war happen in the world.　It is terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to Japanese style hotel. It was built in front of the sea. The scenery to see from there was the best. I entered the hot spring with my mother, and we ate a delicious dish. It was the day when it learned most today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(180w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-7611419224637061453?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7611419224637061453/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=7611419224637061453' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7611419224637061453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7611419224637061453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/chiran.html' title='Chiran☆'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-372652378022223381</id><published>2009-06-19T11:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:05:26.826+09:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCKED!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I heard a very shocked news. My boyfriend is sick. There is him in the distance, so I am really worry. He is very painful. He seems to be hard. I feel sorry for him! I can not do anything to him. I am depressed very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(48w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-372652378022223381?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/372652378022223381/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=372652378022223381' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/372652378022223381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/372652378022223381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/shocked.html' title='SHOCKED!!'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3288165418231423105</id><published>2009-06-18T15:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:08:05.256+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essays'/><title type='text'>Essay-4 The most memorable in my life</title><content type='html'>I introduce to you a memorable day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of memories in my life. I love my grandmother. I was always with her. We went to a movie theater, the Kabukiza Theater, a park, and so on. We went to Hakata to see a No play. She took me to the various places with her. She was severe, but sometimes she was very kind to all people. She was loved by all people. All memories with her are my treasures. When I was 11 years old, I went to Canada with my grandmother and my cousin. There were our friends in Canada. We went to there to meet her. And then, we went for sightseeing. We went to Toronto, and we climbed a famous tower. I saw Major Leagues from there. I was impressed very much. And then, we moved to Vancouver. There was the town where a lot of nature was very wonderful. We went to the iceberg by bus. It was very cold there. And we drank the water that an iceberg dissolved in. It was not so delicious. And we went to a lake. I forget the name of the lake, but I remember the lake was so beautiful! The lake is colored emerald. There are various memories else. But I can’t write here. It is happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my grandmother got sickness. But she said it nobody. Though she was sick, when I entered the hospital, she came to me. I can not know her pains. She was gone. But a lot of memories with her are left in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(272w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/6206e4.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3288165418231423105?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3288165418231423105/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3288165418231423105' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3288165418231423105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3288165418231423105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/essay-4-most-memorable-in-my-life.html' title='Essay-4 The most memorable in my life'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-9004610352973761937</id><published>2009-06-17T17:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:59:40.854+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke☆</title><content type='html'>I went to a shop of karaoke with my friends. I like singing very much. And I sang it emotionally. Song and Music is very important and very beautiful. I can not live without the music and the song. I love music. I alway listen music. We enjoyed do karaoke. I went to my home at 6 a.m. It was morning!!I was very tired, but I was very happy on the day. Let's go to shinging again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(80w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-9004610352973761937?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/9004610352973761937/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=9004610352973761937' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9004610352973761937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/9004610352973761937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/karaoke.html' title='Karaoke☆'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2021860111902834207</id><published>2009-06-16T11:53:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:45:42.446+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW-10 Mercury and the Woodcutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yqtmmn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3DN7YlbdzJ0/s1600-h/20090629161654-709971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yqtmmn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3DN7YlbdzJ0/s320/20090629161654-709971.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354061610134970210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce this story this week. Because I like this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a woodcutter. He cut the woods everyday. And he had a very good axe which his father gave to him. It had a beautiful wooden handle and a strong, sharp head. He went to the deep forest. There was a tree near the river. When he cut the tree, his axe fell into the river. He was very sad. Suddenly, the river god appeared. He was Mercury. Mercury said, “Is this yours?” He had a golden axe. The woodcutter said, “No, it is.” Mercury dived, and he had a silver axe next. “Is this yours?” he asked. The woodcutter said no. He dived, and he had the woodcutter's axe. The woodcutter was very honesty, and he said, “That is mine.” Then, Mercury gave him the golden axe and the silver axe together. The woodcutter thanks to him. Next day, the woodcutter saw a friend. And he talked about happening. His friend's woodcutter went to the river soon, and he dropped his axe into the river on purpose. And then, Mercury appeared, and he had a golden axe. He said, “Is this yours?” The woodcutter answered, “Yes! It's mine!” Suddenly, Mercury was very angry. He hated dishonesty. He said, “I will not give you axe, or your axe!” And Mercury disappeared. The woodcutter lost his axe, and he returned his town. He talked about this story everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is very famous story. It is Aesop story. Its name is a golden axe and a silver axe in Japan. I have heard this story in young time. This story taught me to be honest. We should be honesty always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(286w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2021860111902834207?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2021860111902834207/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2021860111902834207' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2021860111902834207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2021860111902834207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_7326.html' title='BOOK REVIEW-10 Mercury and the Woodcutter'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yqtmmn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3DN7YlbdzJ0/s72-c/20090629161654-709971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8751657904358649094</id><published>2009-06-15T23:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:47:17.850+09:00</updated><title type='text'>cheep!</title><content type='html'>I went to a shop of Don Quixote today. That shop was very cheep. I went to there with my sister by my car. And I bought cosmetics and daily necessities. And then, we looked for car's article. I want my car to be pretty. But my car is rough. &lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to TSUTAYA. Because I must updated my card. And then, I sent my sister to my sister's boyfriend. I had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(78w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8751657904358649094?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8751657904358649094/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8751657904358649094' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8751657904358649094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8751657904358649094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheep.html' title='cheep!'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-4825275266784516750</id><published>2009-06-13T22:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:06:39.087+09:00</updated><title type='text'>CURRY♪♪</title><content type='html'>It was the day when I looked forward to today. I got up early, and I went to Arao with my two friends. The purpose was to eat delicious curried food. We aimed at it and went to the north more from Arao. After one hour, we arrived a popular curry shop. There was a stylish atmosphere. It was genuine curry. There was an Indian in the kitchen and made naan. A dish has been carried finally. What a delicious!! And we ordered the dessert too. It was nice! And then, we went to shopping mall in Saga. We enjoyed shopping. We took a break in a cafe. Will we be stylish? After having taken a break, we returned to Kumamoto. It was a very pleasant trip. It may be good to go for an outing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(137w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-4825275266784516750?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4825275266784516750/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=4825275266784516750' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4825275266784516750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/4825275266784516750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/curry.html' title='CURRY♪♪'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-3389346991412498354</id><published>2009-06-12T15:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:52:28.801+09:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW☆</title><content type='html'>I went to the shop of the DoCoMo today. And I bought a new mobile telephone at last. It was very cute desigh. I liked it very much. I was so happy. And then, I went to my father's company. He treated me to a pork cutlet served on top of a bowl of rice. It was very delicious. Thank you very much, my father! Today was very happy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(71w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-3389346991412498354?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3389346991412498354/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=3389346991412498354' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3389346991412498354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/3389346991412498354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/new.html' title='NEW☆'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6439261494277688340</id><published>2009-06-11T15:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:43:23.341+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW-9 Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yl7LilgI/AAAAAAAAABw/IueNZhMUCgg/s1600-h/20090629161638-791601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yl7LilgI/AAAAAAAAABw/IueNZhMUCgg/s320/20090629161638-791601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354061527880209922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you this story this week. It is very impressive story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a very rich man. His name was Pierre. He had three daughters. He gave her everything. His older daughter, Sophie and Marie was very selfishness, and spiteful. But his younger daughter was very kind. One day, Pierre went to a shop. But, as he rode, there were so many flog. And he arrived at a castle. He came in the castle, but there was no one. Instead of no one, there were so many foods. So he ate it. And he went to the bed, and slept. He got up, and he looked for the castle's owner. After, he arrived at the garden. There were beautiful rose. The Beast appeared at that time. He was very angry. He said, “What are you doing here? You'll pay with your life!” But Pierre said, “Please don't harm me. I just wanted a rose for my daughter.” He intimidated Pierre to send Beauty to his. If he didn't do so, Beast killed him. Pierre returned his home, and he cried quietly. Beauty saw him, and she knew truth. She left a letter for her father, and she went to the castle of Beast. Beauty saw Beast there. First, Beast did not open his heart, but he knew that she was honest and very kind. Beast fell in love with Beauty. He presented magic mirror for her, and he said, “Marry me, Beauty.” But Beauty refused. Beast was sad. That night, she had a strange dream. She was dining with a handsome prince. He said, “How could anyone love a beast?” Beauty woke up, and she went to library. There was a portrait. It was the Prince from her dream. Beauty asked Beast, “I saw a painting in the library. Do you know who he is?” Beast answered, “I know him, but I have not seen him for a long time.” After, Beast asked her to marry him again, but she refused again. And then, Beauty was homesick. Beast presented to Beauty a magic ring, and promised with her. “You'll return in two weeks.” he said. Beauty came back home, and saw her father. But Beauty's sisters tricked, so she couldn't return the castle of Beast. That night, she dreamed she saw the Beast lying in his garden under a rose bush. Beauty woke up, and she ran to him. She discovered him. He was lying in his garden. She didn't know what he happened. “I'm dying.” Beast said. “Don't be dying. I love you,” Beauty said, and crying. And then, Beast changed to Prince. An angry fairy turned him into Beast because he refused to marry her. If he loved a woman who didn't love him, he is dying. They loved each other. They were married the next day. The spiteful sisters were angry by fairy. She said, “Life is not fair.” And she changed sisters into stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this story by Disney. But the story of Disney and this story were different. I like the story of Disney more than this story. But I think great that Beauty and Beast is so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(538w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6439261494277688340?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6439261494277688340/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6439261494277688340' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6439261494277688340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6439261494277688340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-review-9-beauty-and-beast.html' title='BOOK REVIEW-9 Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sk1yl7LilgI/AAAAAAAAABw/IueNZhMUCgg/s72-c/20090629161638-791601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8729688252977739462</id><published>2009-06-10T23:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:46:09.859+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ah...</title><content type='html'>I went to the shop of the DoCoMo and subscribed for a new mobile telephone today. I buy a new mobile telephone at last. It is worry whether I can be used. And then, I went to JOYFULL with my sister. She has a big problem now. So I talked about the various things with her. My younger sister should calm down in this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(64w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8729688252977739462?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8729688252977739462/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8729688252977739462' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8729688252977739462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8729688252977739462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah.html' title='ah...'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5499477048760170923</id><published>2009-06-09T18:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:32:31.019+09:00</updated><title type='text'>shock!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My mobile telephone was broken some time ago. I used the mobile telephone for three years. So I love it. But it can not use. I was very shock. I must buy a new mobile telephone. I seem to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(40w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5499477048760170923?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5499477048760170923/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5499477048760170923' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5499477048760170923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5499477048760170923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/shock.html' title='shock!!!!!'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6926293636543641641</id><published>2009-06-09T04:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:27:31.579+09:00</updated><title type='text'>woooo**</title><content type='html'>It was a test of the English history yesterday. It is worry whether I was good. After the university finished, I went to a bar of my friend with my another friend. The master was very interesting. We became a lot of stomachs. And then, I went to Kumamoto port with Iyou, Minami, and Hidetoshi. It was very cold when we rode a big motor scooter. Midnight, we arrived at there. And then, we played fireworks there. It was very fun!! We played 300 fireworks. And we returned to the house at past 3:00 a.m. I want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(102w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6926293636543641641?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6926293636543641641/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6926293636543641641' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6926293636543641641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6926293636543641641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/woooo.html' title='woooo**'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-5469005498940386301</id><published>2009-06-07T23:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:14:34.127+09:00</updated><title type='text'>wao!!!</title><content type='html'>I had a part time job today. There are very many guests on Sunday. I worked as always. Suddenly, as two people laughed, they looked at me. Oh my god!! two people were my friends. I was ashamed. Because I wanted not to be look at me working. They laughed very much. And I guided them in the seat. They looked very happy. And then, they ordered a lot of cooking and have begun to eat them. After they finished eating, they returned in the way that they were satisfied. Please forgive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(93w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-5469005498940386301?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5469005498940386301/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=5469005498940386301' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5469005498940386301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/5469005498940386301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/wao.html' title='wao!!!'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6385220527310132617</id><published>2009-06-06T22:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:00:50.569+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TOSU</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Tosu with my mother by my car. We looked forward to this day. We went trough the highway, and we arrived at Tosu. We had come to there at first time. We enjoyed shopping there. I bought some clothes. I bought T-shirt, vest, one-piece, skirts, and so on. I was very fun. I like shopping very much. And then, we had lunch in HANAYASHIKI. There were so many nature, and a pianist played it there. We ate a steak while listening the performance of the piano. The piano's tone was very beautiful, and the cooking was very delicious. And then, we took a walk in nature. There was a big lake, some waterfalls, and so many beautiful flowers. Especially, many hydrangea was very cute. There were a lot of frogs in the pond. And then, we went to a medicine museum. there were a lot of medicines in the museum. For example, medicines of foreign country, the past medicines. It was studied for us very much. We learned how to make medicines. We enjoyed a trip of Tosu to the full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(188w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6385220527310132617?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6385220527310132617/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6385220527310132617' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6385220527310132617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6385220527310132617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/tosu.html' title='TOSU'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-6825599220689086690</id><published>2009-06-04T14:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:40:51.830+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW-8 Princess Polly and the Pony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SiyhmjqUJhI/AAAAAAAAABY/d2VTPI1AkIs/s1600-h/20090604141745-738862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SiyhmjqUJhI/AAAAAAAAABY/d2VTPI1AkIs/s320/20090604141745-738862.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824541561759250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you this story “Princess Polly and the Pony” this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Polly was very tomboyish. She always got mud. And she liked to be galloping on those ponies. Then the King said, “Princess must not gallop ever!” But Polly was boring. She couldn't do anything. The Queen and the King wanted to see hers princess wave and to try on her tiaras. Then the King took Princess Polly to the Royal Tower. And he showed her his crown collection. On the way, Polly saw a poster. There was PONY GAMES on the poster. She wanted to join in. But the King couldn't allow it. Then Princess Polly thought it is a dressing up race, so if she is in costume, nobody knows it is Princess. She showed her father's crowns, but she didn't hear it. She thought about PONY GAMES. The day was PONY GAMES. She put on the costume and went out the castle. Polly rode a pony. They went to Strawberry Hill. And then, the race started. Soon she won!! The Queen said, “Everyone wants to see the winner, so off with your hat and cloak.” But Polly couldn't do. However, she was seen everyone hers figure. “It's the Princess!!” everyone was surprised. The King and the Queen was very angry, but the crowd cheered her. Princess Polly said the Ling, “Will you give me a wish?” She wanted to get muddy and ride ponies and join a race. But the King wanted to proper Princess for the rest. She promised. She was going to gallop all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess has some worries. But I want to be Princess. Every girls thinks so too. Maybe... I want to ride ponies. I rode a horse one time in Aso. I wish I go to Aso again to ride a pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(311w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-6825599220689086690?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6825599220689086690/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=6825599220689086690' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6825599220689086690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/6825599220689086690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_3161.html' title='BOOK REVIEW-8 Princess Polly and the Pony'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SiyhmjqUJhI/AAAAAAAAABY/d2VTPI1AkIs/s72-c/20090604141745-738862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-2125088291564491450</id><published>2009-06-03T21:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:44:30.618+09:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN</title><content type='html'>It was rainy today. I was drenched when I went to school by bicycle. I have been late. It was bad day. But the fourth lesson was no lecture. I had no part time job! I came home and spent it slowly. Sometimes the way of the day was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(50w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-2125088291564491450?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2125088291564491450/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=2125088291564491450' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2125088291564491450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/2125088291564491450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain.html' title='RAIN'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8834482590969374589</id><published>2009-06-01T23:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:06:35.222+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Menu ) :</title><content type='html'>It is June today!! It is early that time goes by. I had a part tim job today. The menu of the shop changed from today. So I was panic. I don't remember the new menu. In addition, there were so many visitors. After the shop closed, I was very tired. A new staff came today, and I taught her many things. I want you to remember the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(70w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8834482590969374589?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8834482590969374589/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8834482590969374589' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8834482590969374589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8834482590969374589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/grand-menu.html' title='Grand Menu ) :'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8177096903691345720</id><published>2009-05-30T14:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:49:39.067+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying♪</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I met my friend's Kimika. We didn't see for a long time. Because we were busy everyday each other. First, we went for a drive in my car. But my car broken. It is so bad. We went to Yatsushiro. Because there is Kimika's boyfriend. And we enjoyed talking. We burst out laughing. It was fun for me to talked with Kimika. And then, we came back to Kumamoto city, we joined our friends. Her name were Iyou, and Minami. We went to Joyfull. We ate a lot of food. We enjoyed talking Minami's boyfriend together. It was very fun. And then, we went each home at 2 a.m. But Iyou said, “Let's go to Aso!!” We went to Aso. It was a long long distance. I was so sleepy. We arrived at Aso, but there was a dense fog all around, and there was very cold. But we run in the fog. We was very young!! Finally, we went home at 6 a.m. We played very much. But we were very happy. I went home, and I slept soon. I thought that such a day was good sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(197w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8177096903691345720?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8177096903691345720/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8177096903691345720' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8177096903691345720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8177096903691345720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/05/enjoying.html' title='Enjoying♪'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-7950305653452479414</id><published>2009-05-29T12:02:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:56:33.791+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW-7 The Gingerbread Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SiyhVpI-m5I/AAAAAAAAABI/Q6Dx-7X9nWs/s1600-h/20090604141813-770739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SiyhVpI-m5I/AAAAAAAAABI/Q6Dx-7X9nWs/s320/20090604141813-770739.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824250974772114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you this story “The Gingerbread Man” this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there were a little old woman and a little old man in the farm. They were very happy everyday. But they had no children. So a little old woman decided to make a boy with gingerbread. She patted the dough into a flat cake, and she gave it eyes, a mouth, and buttons. And she baked it in the oven. Soon it baked. She opened the oven door. Then a gingerbread man came out the oven. And he ran away! A little old woman and a little old man shouted “stop!”, but he didn't stop. He was singing.“Run, run, as fast as you can. You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man.” He ran past a horse and a caw. They wanted the gingerbread man to eat him. So they said, “come here.” But he didn't go to them and ran away, and singing. “I have run away from a little old woman and a little old man, and I can run away from you too!” Soon he ran past a farmer in a field. The farmer wanted the gingerbread man too. But he didn't stop. And he was singing as always. Soon he ran past children in a school. They wanted the gingerbread man too. But he ran away, and singing. He ran away from everyone. But he came to a river. He couldn't swim. There is a fox. Then the fox talked him on the fox's back. And the gingerbread man climbed up the fox. Then the fox ate the gingerbread man's feet. He was a quarter gone. The fox ate him one after the other. At last, the fox ate all of him. It was the end of the gingerbread man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is cruel. A little old woman and a little old man was so poor. But why did the gingerbread man run away? Did he want to be freedom? But I can say one thing. The gingerbread man was a Haman's child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(350w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-7950305653452479414?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7950305653452479414/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=7950305653452479414' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7950305653452479414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7950305653452479414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-7-gingerbread-man.html' title='BOOK REVIEW-7 The Gingerbread Man'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/SiyhVpI-m5I/AAAAAAAAABI/Q6Dx-7X9nWs/s72-c/20090604141813-770739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-369051276173833602</id><published>2009-05-28T11:25:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:44:25.527+09:00</updated><title type='text'>☆☆☆</title><content type='html'>I had a part-time job everyday. I want to holiday. But if I have a part-time job today, it is recess tomorrow. And I will go to house of my friend tomorrow. I am planning to go my friend&amp;#39;s house. And we will go to a restaurant, we will talk about each other&amp;#39;s recent happening. I look forward to seeing her. I want to come tomorrow early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(73/3887w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-369051276173833602?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/369051276173833602/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=369051276173833602' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/369051276173833602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/369051276173833602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-part-time-job-everyday.html' title='☆☆☆'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-8723580811095410881</id><published>2009-05-26T21:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:53:39.158+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Report ( :</title><content type='html'>I didn't have a part-time job today. I was lucky, so I wrote reports. It was good for me to write it. I do not must forget to submit it. I will remember. Good bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(37w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-8723580811095410881?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8723580811095410881/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=8723580811095410881' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8723580811095410881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/8723580811095410881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/05/report.html' title='Report ( :'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511844959844430711.post-7451735369955717705</id><published>2009-05-25T14:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:52:03.552+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW-6 The Fox and the Stork</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sh9QW00pSQI/AAAAAAAAABA/d6a6fXUTnvQ/s1600-h/20090511175335-771169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sh9QW00pSQI/AAAAAAAAABA/d6a6fXUTnvQ/s320/20090511175335-771169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341076036151494914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce this story this week. A book title is “The Fox and the Stork.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a fox in the forest. And a friend of the fox was a stork. The stork is kounotori in Japanese. The fox like a trick or a joke very much. He always play some tricks on the stork. One day, he made a delicious soup, and gave his friend's stork. But the plate was flat. So she couldn't eat it. The stork was angry. Another day, the stork made a delicious soup next. And she gave the fox. But the bottle was deep. So he couldn't eat it. She revenge him as he do. And she said, “Always be kind to your friends, and they will be kind to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is deep. This is moral as one parson. It is right that she said. I will be kind to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(158w)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511844959844430711-7451735369955717705?l=chiroshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7451735369955717705/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511844959844430711&amp;postID=7451735369955717705' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7451735369955717705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511844959844430711/posts/default/7451735369955717705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiroshome.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-6.html' title='BOOK REVIEW-6 The Fox and the Stork'/><author><name>Chiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14426055752160123746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5Te1ut52K0/Sh9QW00pSQI/AAAAAAAAABA/d6a6fXUTnvQ/s72-c/20090511175335-771169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
