<?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-12184304</id><updated>2011-11-23T15:00:58.496+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-113824446662062687</id><published>2006-01-26T11:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:01:06.643+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the last day that we can take our IES-B teachers class!  1 year passed very very fast!!  I don't feel I've prepared to be a sophpmore...next smemster will be harder than this semester, so I'm worried a little&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;   But I'll do my best. I  thank our teacher Adam and Scott.  I think I've learned a lot fom them and enjoyed their classes very much!  I want to take this IES-B class again if possible.  In last April, I coulden't believe that I was going to take such a high level class, IES-B, and worried if I could keep up with the level, however, I finally did it!  Thank you our teachers, and I want to put what I've leaned from them to good account in the next semester&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113824446662062687?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113824446662062687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113824446662062687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113824446662062687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113824446662062687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-day.html' title='The Last Day'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-113818882023762605</id><published>2006-01-25T20:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:27:44.576+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cousin's Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;One of my cousin, who is 27 years old woman, is going to marry her boyfriend in this November in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;ii&lt;/span&gt; and they are planning to wear&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; aloha shirts&lt;/span&gt; at their wedding&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt; She was proposed by her boyfriend about two weeks ago.  Surprisingly, she has been seeing him for about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 years&lt;/span&gt; since they were in a highschool&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;It's unbelievable&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;If I were her, I couldn't keep a relationship between the boyfriend such a long long time&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  I want to go to her marriage in Hawaii...and swim in a beautiful sea and enjoy shopping and sightseeing...Of course the main purpose is to celebrate thier marriag.  But I don't know if I will be able to go.  I hope they perform a marriage during Kansaigaidai festival holidays&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;  And I hope I will have nice boyfriend someday as my cousin does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113818882023762605?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113818882023762605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113818882023762605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113818882023762605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113818882023762605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-cousins-marriage.html' title='My Cousin&apos;s Marriage'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-113808541457561977</id><published>2006-01-24T15:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:22:16.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll have to take three exams in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;economics&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;psycology&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Spanish&lt;/span&gt; in this week and next week...but I have studied little and not prepared for them, so I'm now affraid that I'll be get very very bad grade&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(;_;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please help me somebody~~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(I know nobody helps me)&lt;/span&gt;  Every three exams may be going to be difficult for me.  Maybe I won't be able to have enough time to sleep because I have to spend almost all of the day for studying, and will get dark rings under my eyes...my healthy body are going to be destroyed...but  after the exams, spring vacation is waiting&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;What I only have to do is to do my best&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113808541457561977?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113808541457561977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113808541457561977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113808541457561977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113808541457561977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2006/01/examination.html' title='Examination'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-113792494622423660</id><published>2006-01-22T19:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:51:00.423+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie "Flightplan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/jodie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/320/jodie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/200/Jodie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really really want to watch the movie &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Flightplan"&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;Do you know this movie?  I've heard about this movie from TV commercials.  A mother played by &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jodie Foster&lt;/span&gt; and her daughter and other hundreds of passenger take a jambo jet bound for New York.  Everybody expect to arrive at New York without any happening, however, suddenly a very mysterious happening occur. The mother's daughter suddenly dissapear on the airplane.  Not only the daughter, but her baggages also can't be found.  Nobody knows where she has gone, but at the same time, everybody can be suspectd person.  The mother tries to find her daughter desperately...Who has taken the daughter&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;  Where the daughter is&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt; Does the mother will be able to find her daughter finally&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the ending of this movie!  I'm planning to go to watch the movie during next spring vacation&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt; I'm looking foward to seeing it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113792494622423660?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113792494622423660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113792494622423660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113792494622423660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113792494622423660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2006/01/movie-flightplan.html' title='Movie &quot;Flightplan&quot;'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-113445688304818774</id><published>2005-12-13T15:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:54:43.063+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Different Behaviors between Men and Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In Japan, we can see differences of behavior in our daily life as well as physical differences between men and women.  Below are two examples which describe different behaviors between men and women.&lt;br /&gt;         First example is different way to solve a problem.  When men have a problem, they consider it and try to find solutions.  On the other hand, women don’t only think about a problem, but also express their feeling or thoughts to others.  While men usually always expect to find solutions of a problem, women like to discuss it with someone who can hear and respond to them although they don’t always find solutions or answers from the discussion.  Men don’t think it meaningful to just discuss a problem without fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;        Second example is different word choices.  Whereas men tend to express only a main point directly in conversation, women are apt to bring in their feelings or emotion into conversation.  Because of this characteristic, women need a while before they reach a main point which they primary want to convey.  In addition to such different way to tell a main point, there are some words which are usually used only by men and those which are used only by women.  For instance, many men in Japan often use a word “Ofukuro”, whose meaning is “Mother” in English.  However, women usually never say “Ofukuro”, and if they use this word, they may be regarded as masculine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113445688304818774?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113445688304818774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113445688304818774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113445688304818774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113445688304818774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/12/different-behaviors-between-men-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-113432783535875502</id><published>2005-12-12T02:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T04:03:55.433+09:00</updated><title type='text'>30Days  Straight/Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time, we watched &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"30Days"&lt;/span&gt; about a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; man and a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt; man in Scott's class.  The straight man named &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ryan &lt;/span&gt;had to live with the gay man, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt;, for 30 days.  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ryan &lt;/span&gt;is Christian and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; he thought homosexuallty was sin and immoral because the Bible says so.  First, he was anxious about living with Ed, and Ed also worried about recieving his new room mate.   Since fundamentally their ways of thinking about homosexuallty were totally different, Ryan felt uncomfortable with his new life with Ed.  However, he gradually understood Ed as he spent most times of a day with him and knew his parsonality.  Then Ryan's stereotype and prejudice against homosexuallty were diminished by degrees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought to meet Ed's family had big inflience on Ryan and gave him opportinity to know gay men or lesbians from different points of view.  He must have realized that Ed was also an important member, son of his family as Ryan was, and his way to regard gay men and lesbians as immoral changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never had friends who are gay or met such people, so I'm not sure how I would react to them if I see gay men or lesbians for the first time.  But I don't want to discriminate or have prejudice against them.  It is natural that everone has different opinons and feelings toward one thing.  Homosexuals just have different opinons toward loving a person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I watched this, I guessed that Ed whould fell in love with Ryan...but it didn't happen.  And one question came into my mind...There are many homosexual people in human world, then, how about in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;non-human animals world&lt;/span&gt;???  I really want to know the answer to this question... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113432783535875502?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113432783535875502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113432783535875502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113432783535875502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113432783535875502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/12/30days-straightgay.html' title='30Days  Straight/Gay'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-113251004724592873</id><published>2005-11-21T03:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T04:01:36.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'>★Super Size Me★</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the movie "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Super Size Me&lt;/span&gt;", a man named &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Morgan&lt;/span&gt; trys to eat only at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;30 days&lt;/span&gt;. In this movie, I was able to find many surprising facts and diet problems to be thought and solved in the U.S.  Surprisingly,  more than &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;100,000,000 &lt;/span&gt;Americans (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;of all American adults) are fat or obese.  Moreover, the second biggest cause of preventable death is obesity in the U.S.  I was aslo so astonished at images of obese people in the movie that I couldn't help saying "Wow! I can't believe that!"  In Japan, I can seldom see such obese people like in the movie.  I've once seen such a person on a Keihan Train, and he was a conductor of the train.  You may have chance to see him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I was watching this movie, I thought that many American people pay little attention to food they eat eveyday.  Although they know fast food contains many fat, salt, and food additives which harm their body,  they don't stop eating them because of their cheapness and convenience.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In American schools,  students can choose their lunch by themsives freely, and most of them pick foods which contains much fat, sugar, salt, and  thay are not well-balanced.  The school only leave them.  Students can eat what thay want to, and may be satisfied with them, however, is it really good for their body and mind??  NO!  I think schools have a duty to teach their student how important to eat well-balanced meals and offer such nice foods.  The U.S. need better education for diet, I think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also think it is not good idea that some American people sued fast food companies because of their fatness.  Of cource, it is fact that many fast food companies offer foods not good for our health, however,  such people don't forced to eat fast food but eat them by thier choice.  For me,  people who acuused fast food companies seems to try to shift the blame to the companies.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to Morgan,  I was able to realize importance of well-balanced, hearty food to maintain healthy body and live actively everyday.  His life span might shorten because of this hard challenge.....!! I want to care about my daily eating habit and improve bad points for my better life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113251004724592873?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113251004724592873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113251004724592873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113251004724592873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113251004724592873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/super-size-me.html' title='★Super Size Me★'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-113220435159380621</id><published>2005-11-17T13:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:18:33.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Connotation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese has some words which describe the meaning of "eat", and each of them has different proper situations to be used. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Taberu"&lt;/span&gt; is neutral word whose meaning is "eat", which don't have both possitive meaning and negative meaning. We often use this word and it is the most usual way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Itadaku"&lt;/span&gt; is possitive and polite word which are used mostly when we are in formal situation and should be decent. For example, when we are invited to dinner by our bosses at fashionable resaurant, we had better use this word&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; "Itadaku",&lt;/span&gt; like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Gochisou wo itadaku"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;”I eat a banquet”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; in English.  Not only just being polite, this word also can express our feelings of gratitude to people who make us meals or who treat us to nice meals.&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last, a word which have negative meaning of "eat" in Japanese is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Kuu."&lt;/span&gt;  This word is often used by men.  If we hear a woman use this word, we feel that woman would be coarse.  We shouldn't use this word when we have to behave politely, but we are able to use &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Kuu"&lt;/span&gt; between familiar relationships.  When we eat lunch with our friends, this word can be accepted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I was making this posting, I realized that there are many descriptions whose basic meaning is same but give different impression to us in Japanese ☆ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113220435159380621?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113220435159380621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113220435159380621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113220435159380621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113220435159380621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/connotation.html' title='Connotation'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-113215301544471109</id><published>2005-11-16T23:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T04:54:54.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'>♪My Cute Cousin♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a very cute three-year-old girl cousin named&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honoka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;  She is really cheerful, speaks a lot, now goes to preschool, and has two older sisters who is now 18(or 19) and 20!  She is so active that she often falls down and hurts the top of her small nose and  applys a Band-Aid on her nose :-)  She likes to eat sweets and always tries to get as many sweets as she can even when she already has enough, in other words, she is greedy!...like me&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;  Lately, she likes to play house or play at keeping a shop.  Sometimes she rides her tricycle and behaves as if she was a mother who goes shopping to buy vegetables or fruits such as carrots or oranges.   She also sometimes acts a salesgirl who tries to sell candys.  It is very funny to see her playing like that, and such her plays reminds me of my young days like Honoka.  I also loved to play house&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♪ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like young children like her??   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;（I wanted to show you her cute pictures on my blog, but somehow I couldn't! 　So, I'll show you them someday!）      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113215301544471109?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113215301544471109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113215301544471109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113215301544471109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113215301544471109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-cute-cousin.html' title='♪My Cute Cousin♪'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-113206648940155486</id><published>2005-11-15T23:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T02:51:06.393+09:00</updated><title type='text'>★☆An Enjoyable Test☆★</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to give you one amusing test (or game?) which may tell you your real in-depth feelings which even you don't know. This kind of tests are called &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Shinri Test"&lt;/span&gt; in Japanese, which means "the test which would show your real and unaffected feelings."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know whether this kind of tests or games exist in other countries, but in Japan, they are very popular and many books about only such amusing tests have been published. When I was in junior high, my freinds and I were really absorbed in this kind of tests. I still like this and sometimes I do this kind of tests which are on magazines or on some Websites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q1, Suppose a transfer has come in your classes or your offices, and he/she has only one fault. What do you think is his/her fault??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A1, The fault came into your mind is your fault which you don't want to be known by your boyfriends/girlfriends or people with whom you are in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were your answers really what you don't want to be found by people who you love?   If you are interested in such tests and want to try other tests, I will give you more♪&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113206648940155486?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113206648940155486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113206648940155486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113206648940155486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113206648940155486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/enjoyable-test.html' title='★☆An Enjoyable Test☆★'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-113199111303251694</id><published>2005-11-15T02:04:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:44:40.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What is intelligence???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Intelligence Inventory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you think intelligence is fixed at birth, or is it constantly changeing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think intelligence is constantly changing. Of course, we inherit some characteristics or talents from our ancestor, however, inheritence isn't the only existence which determine our intelligence. Progress of our intelligence has much to do with environment which we belong to, and how we make effort or work hard to improve our weak points or overcome difficulties. We can progress everyday by knowing different way of thinking or coping with problems through reading books, participating classes, watching movies...and other beneficial experience. However, I feel it depends on individuals wether he/she can learn and be influenced positively by each experience and grasp opportunity to improve themselves or not. In other words, how much he/she can learn is dependent on their ability to feel delicately, think deeply, and make efforts for their goals, which may be fixed at birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If intelligence is more than one characteristic, what are the other factors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;First, I think ability to think and feel deeply is one form of intelligence. People who can see, think and ponder one thing from some different points of view can have a lot of feelings and information, and use such information for next progress for themselves. Ability to make use of knowledge or experience effectively which a person already have is also excellent intelligence, I think. If we can put useful experience to good account when we have to solve problems or overcom difficulties, we can do it very efficiently. Ability to behave and cope with troubles appropreately by judging the situation immediately is also included in intelligence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why do some people of seemingly average intelligence achieve extraordinary success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The best condition of such extraordinary can be given when a person meets people, environments, or moments which bring his/her inner intelligence fortunately, and this condition in essential and fundamental factor for such success. We are often evaluatedour level of intelligence gy examinations in school and if someone got good grades on the test, we tend to think he/she must be talented. However, there are many forms of intelligence which can't be described as scores, and I think people of not outstanding intelligence have potential inner intelligence which isn't evaluated by others. Once such people meet opportunity to belong to the best condition (mentioned above), their unknown talents appear, and if they make efforts eagerly in order to improve their intelligence, excellent success may be achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113199111303251694?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113199111303251694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113199111303251694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113199111303251694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113199111303251694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-intelligence_15.html' title='What is intelligence???'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-113197534393416369</id><published>2005-11-14T22:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:20:11.350+09:00</updated><title type='text'>☆My Birthday☆</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/320/cake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;November 5th was my 19 th birthday&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;　I went to my freiends', twin sisters' house on Nov 4, and in the evening, we went to KansaiGaidai Festival for a few hours, then went to near Hirakatashi Station , and there sisters bought me a nice &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;! After that, we went back their home and made gratin for dinner. It was very delicious! After eating dinner, my friends lighted 19 candles and I blew out them. Cake was also delicious and I was really glad that they celebrated my birthday although it was the day before my birthday, and I had a good time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next day (my birthday), I had a part time job in the evening, and I really regreted that I had to work even on my birthday....however, surprisingly, my co-workers gave me three pieces of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;! I didn't know they had such a surprise for me. How kind they are...&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(;_;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I also had to work on Nov 6...but amazing thing happened again. Another my co-worker also brought a nice &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt; for me!! How kind she is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(;o;)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks to their kindness and hearty presents, I was able to have a nice birthday and may put on weight....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113197534393416369?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113197534393416369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113197534393416369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113197534393416369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113197534393416369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-birthday.html' title='☆My Birthday☆'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-113038971559527643</id><published>2005-10-27T13:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:45:02.750+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe about 5 days ago....in evening, whan I wore my pumps and was about to go out, a terrible thing happened! I felt sonething strange at my left toe in my pump, so I took off left pump and looked at the inside of it....there was a cockroach in my pump!!!!  Gya------------------!!!  I shouted shouted and shouted....after that happening, I killed the cockroach with hatred.  I want to say the cockroach, "It is already autumn!  Even winter is coming!  It"s not your season! Vanish!" I touched  cockroach directly for the first time in my life...I will never forget this feel and experience.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-113038971559527643?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113038971559527643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=113038971559527643' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113038971559527643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/113038971559527643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/10/terrible-happening.html' title='Terrible Happening'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-112950301380377816</id><published>2005-10-17T06:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:50:13.846+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"50 First Dates"</title><content type='html'>This movie is about strong love between  a couple.  The main characters in this movie are Henry Roth, who is an animal doctor working in an aquarium in Hawai, and Lucy Witmore who is a local in Hawaii.  Henry had a habit to date with a lot of women who visited Hawaii for sightseeing and spent very short time with each women, this is called island fling.  Lucy is so beautifl that once Henry sees her in a cafe he fell in love with her.  Henry talked to her and they enjoyed talking and promised to eat breakfast at te same place next morning.  However, Lucy totally seemd to be a different person. She didn't remember Henry.  Why? Because she lost the short term memory bcause of the terrible car accident on October 13th.  She did't remember what have been happend after the accident.  Lucy's father and broher worked hard to make the exactly same day for Lucy. Every day was father's birthday.  Every day was October 13th.  However,  Henry changed such her life.  He never gave up.  He made a video tape to show her the car accident and her head injury.  Every day he did it.  Lucy cried every time she watched the video tape, but she gradually fell in love with Henry although she fell in love with Henry every day.  However One day, Lucy told Henry that they should broke up because there was little future.  They decided to live as if they had never seen each other.  However, she became to dream about Henry. She painted a lot of pictures of the face of Henry though she did't know who he is.  In the meantime, Henry also couln't forget her.  Eventually,  Henry came to go out with Lucy again and they got married. In addition, they have cute girl child. They overcomed the big difficulty.  Henry made a new video tape every day to show her what had been happend after the car accident.  Lucy met Henry for the first time every day and also knew her cute daughter for the first time every day.  However, they lived happily together as if Lucy hadn't lose her memories.  This must hae been able to be done because of Henry's devoted love to Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;If I were Henry,  I coudn't love Lucy as he did. Every day I'm stranger for her.  Maybe I can't overcome such big big difficulty.  If there were a man like Henry in the world,  I really want to meet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112950301380377816?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112950301380377816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112950301380377816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112950301380377816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112950301380377816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/10/50-first-dates.html' title='&quot;50 First Dates&quot;'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-112805747371925420</id><published>2005-09-30T13:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:56:40.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"30days-Minimum Wage"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Beforoe I watched this program, I know little about poverty in U.S.. However, after watching "30 days", I was able to learn some parts of real lives of poor people in Amarica, and also surprised at seriousness of poverty. One of my surprise is existence of "Free Store" or "Free Clinic." I think such institutions are helpfull for the poor, but it's not enough for them to live confortable. If I were forced to live on the equivalent of minimum wage, maybe I could do for 2 weeks or so....but not forever! In addition, If I had kids and had to support myself and them, we couldn't survive. However, there are really such people in U.S and all over the world. I feel that we should know more about the poor and their suffering, and study what help or social system are needed for such kind of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If I put myself in a situstion of  street child,  I would really feel sad,lonely, hungry and unconfortable.   Their lives are completely different from mine.  I eat everyday, go to school everyday, have a home to go back.  However, street children don't.  Then I would want to cry,"Why I have to be alone?  Where are my parents?  Where is my place to live happily?"  At the same time, however, I would notice how happy and confortable my present life is, and realize the importance of people or things support me.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112805747371925420?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112805747371925420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112805747371925420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112805747371925420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112805747371925420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/30days-minimum-wage.html' title='&quot;30days-Minimum Wage&quot;'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-112797071787129030</id><published>2005-09-29T13:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:11:57.876+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique Japanese Way of Beckoning</title><content type='html'>One of the unique gestures in Japan is a way of beckoning.  In Japan, when people want to beckon, they flap the hand up and down at the wrist with  the palm down with a waving motion. &lt;br /&gt;This gesture is used by both men and women regardless of age.  However,  Japanese often use this gesture to our friends or people who are familiar with, not to their superiors or elders because it is considered impolite to beckon in this way to such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this gesture is very common in Japan, if you use this to Westerner, they may not realize that they are being beckoned.  They may, rather, become unconfortable or get angry with you, and say or feel, "You are rude!!"  This is because this gesture means that "Go away!!" in Western country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112797071787129030?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112797071787129030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112797071787129030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112797071787129030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112797071787129030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/unique-japanese-way-of-beckoning.html' title='Unique Japanese Way of Beckoning'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-112728465556977529</id><published>2005-09-21T15:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:37:35.576+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My reaction to Hurricane Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;At first, I was surprised at images of terrible damage in New Orleans, a number of fatalities, and the fact that there are still serious problems of poverty, race, and class in America.  I think a lack of well understanding about poor people, and problems of race and class are parts of the reason why such a number of people died, are still suffering from big damage caused by Katrina.  I hope that more people get to understand the reality of the poors' life in New Orleans from this disaster and tragic damage.  I also want to know more about such kind of people and think what should we do for these people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112728465556977529?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112728465556977529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112728465556977529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112728465556977529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112728465556977529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-reaction-to-hurricane-katrina.html' title='My reaction to Hurricane Katrina'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-112655977988930618</id><published>2005-09-13T06:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T06:34:33.720+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/???????????????12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/200/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/200/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/200/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112655977988930618?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112655977988930618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112655977988930618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112655977988930618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112655977988930618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-dogminnie.html' title=''/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-112646213663196048</id><published>2005-09-12T01:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T06:36:29.560+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What is HAPPINESS???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q.１ What do friends mean to your happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Friends are essential for me to live brightly. When I am depressed or have some serious problems, my gentle friends listen to my worries and give me warm and helpful advice. Thire existence and kindness is one of my important source to be positive and get over difficulties. Not only when I am sad, also when I feel happy or enjoy doing something, I can share my pleasure with my friends and laugh together. Friends' smiles increase my happy feeling&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt; Moreover, my friends who work hard for thire goals or have a firm resolution and act possitively give me courage for trying something I've never experienced!&lt;br /&gt;These good influence of friends on me satisfy my mind , and leads to my happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.２ What is your vision of a satisfying job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;In my opinion, a job that satisfies me includs a field which I want to do or I can put my specialty and knowledge to account. If I will be able to use my strong points in my job, I would be freshly and feel less stress while working. I think relationship between people who work together in a office is also important element for a satisfying job. The better the human relations are, the more I can take pleasure in my work and feel happy in working with such nice fellows&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt; In addition, how much &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;money&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;$ &lt;/span&gt;I can earn is important, too. Even if I can use my good points in the job with wonderful colleagues, if pay is too low, I wouldn't be satisfied with the job. I hope I will be able to do such a perfect job in the future.....&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q.３ What would it take to make you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eating delicious foods, chatting with my friends, sleeping enough, getting a good grade, going shopping, seeing beatiful scenes, visiting places which I've never visited before.....all these things make me happy now. However, above all, having a pleasant time with my family is the best thing to satisfy my mind and make me happy now&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because now I live apart from my family, I sometims worry about their health. However, when I go back to my home and see their fine appearance and smiles, my worry disappears soon. Every time I come back home, my dog Minnie waggle its tail and welcome me from the bottom of her heart &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Her cuteness really increase my happy feeling♪　I'm looking foward to seeing them soon again&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112646213663196048?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112646213663196048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112646213663196048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112646213663196048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112646213663196048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-happiness.html' title='What is HAPPINESS???'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-112645515886400448</id><published>2005-09-12T01:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T05:35:50.020+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Okinawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/050825_1156~012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/320/050825_1156%7E01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/050828_1405~013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/320/050828_1405%7E011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/050828_1404~012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/320/050828_1404%7E01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/050828_1458~013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/320/050828_1458%7E011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/050912_0041~012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/320/050912_0041%7E01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/1600/kabira12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1019/200/kabira11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I visited &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ishigaki Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Okinawa with my aunt and cousins for 5 days during this summer vacation&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;The weather in this island was soooo hot and humid. There are clear blue sky, beautiful vivid blue and emerald green sea, many deep green mountains and trees, and cute red and pink hibiscus. The natural beauty of this island made me feel as if I was in a foreign country&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; Not only Ishigaki Island, we also visited &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Panari Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taketomi Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;In &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Panari Island&lt;/span&gt;, we swimed in the beautiful sea with snorkel. The seawater was so clear that we could see a lot of cute colorful fishes. Especially, we were very happy to be able to see natural &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;, which I had seen only in the movie "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Taketomi Island&lt;/span&gt;, there were beautiful white sandy roads and many one-story houses whose roofs are light orange and are enclosed with stone walls . This is a traditional way of building a house in this region. A holiday atmosphere and heartwarming scenes of this island made me feel time passed very slowly and really relax me. I love this island very much&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The night before last day, we went to see &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;stars&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt; to the place where there was nobody, no house, and no light. Innumerable stars were out over the black sky.....that scene is unforgettable&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;5 days passed very soon, however, we really enjoyed our visiting. This trip broadened my horizons and is precious memory. I want to visit these Islands again someday&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112645515886400448?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112645515886400448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112645515886400448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112645515886400448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112645515886400448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/trip-to-okinawa.html' title='Trip to Okinawa'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-112175413824283883</id><published>2005-07-19T14:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:26:46.893+09:00</updated><title type='text'>♪Summer Vacation♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Summer vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is coming!! I 'm going to visit&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; OKINAWA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in this vacation&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♪♪&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm really looking forward to go there and enjoy swimming in clear and beautiful blue sea~:)! I heard some friends in my class are planning to go abroad in this vacation, and I really envy them!! I've never been abroad, but I have many many many countries which I want to visit someday...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;South Korea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Holland&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;................etc. What countries have you ever been to?? What countries do you want to visit and why??&lt;br /&gt;Besides visiting Okinawa, I want to do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;something special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which will make this summer vacation be full of memories and unforgettable! How are you going to spend this looong time?? Do you have any good plan to enjoy this summer??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112175413824283883?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112175413824283883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112175413824283883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112175413824283883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112175413824283883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-vacation.html' title='♪Summer Vacation♪'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-112169343160353405</id><published>2005-07-18T21:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:30:31.613+09:00</updated><title type='text'>☆Fireworks☆</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've just been to see the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tenpozan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Osaka city with my aunt and 3-year-old girl cousin!  I saw many women wore their cute &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YUKATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There were many tipe of fireworks, for example,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sparkling big gold one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;star shaped one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;fan shaped one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and so on!  They were so beautiful, however, I regret that I couldn't see them near the place where fireworks really shot up...but! there are still some fireworks display left in this summer vacatioin, such as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fireworks near Yodogawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PL fireworks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!  Are you going to go to some summer festivals or fireworks displays in this summer vacation&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112169343160353405?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112169343160353405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112169343160353405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112169343160353405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112169343160353405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/07/fireworks.html' title='☆Fireworks☆'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-112161031367993706</id><published>2005-07-17T21:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:25:13.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hometown Sasayama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I'm now in&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sasayama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; city in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyogo prefecture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my hometown, since Friday evening!  The air in my home town is really &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and totally different from the one in Osaka!!  Not only clean, it has a little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;country smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  It is difficult to explain how it smells, but I think maybe this smell comes from the weeds, fields and so on.  This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;freshness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;confortable smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; relax me very much!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Since I live in my grandmother's home in Osaka city for commuting to my university,  I often wonder if my family and my dog are fine or not...because of this worry, I go back to Sasayama at least twice a month.  So I'm  now very happy to meet my family and dog, and they are totally fine!!  However, my dog seems to suffer from summer heat...poor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(+_+;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;By the way, are you (who live alone) going to go back to your home town whole this summer vacation??  How will you spend this vacation with your family??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112161031367993706?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112161031367993706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112161031367993706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112161031367993706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112161031367993706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-hometown-sasayama.html' title='My Hometown Sasayama'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-112149415405367841</id><published>2005-07-16T13:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:09:14.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'>★Summer Sale★</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I went shopping with my IES-B friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lingfang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last Saturday!  There were too many people in the shop, and almost every people were young women. At first, we were &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;fine and walked around the&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shop as talking cheerfully.  However, as we kept walking for choosing good clothes, we were getting tired and couldn't walk fast.  At last, we became expressionless and walked very&lt;/span&gt; slowly as if we were &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Our legs were crying, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"we can't move any more&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(;_;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Although shopping made us get exhausted and deprived our youthfullness, we were able to get some nice clothes&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♪&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Did you already go to a summer sale&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112149415405367841?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112149415405367841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112149415405367841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112149415405367841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112149415405367841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-sale.html' title='★Summer Sale★'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-112057974689583069</id><published>2005-07-06T01:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T03:15:49.826+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Continuance of Blurb of My Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am happy that some people seems to be interested in blurb of my experience, so I will tell you the continuance&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♪♪ &lt;/span&gt;When I was totally at a loss what should I do to escape safely from the dangerous situation and&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; the strange young man&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who wore the same school uniform as mine suddenly appeared. He said to the man, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"What are you doing here?"&lt;/span&gt; The man answered, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I lost my way...and I am asking her &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;（←me）&lt;/span&gt;if she can ride my car together because I am uncertain wether Ican get to the destination... "&lt;/span&gt; A boy replied, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"You cannot do that! You had better ask another person!"&lt;/span&gt; The man said, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"OK..."&lt;/span&gt;   At last, he abandoned and left by his car.  I felt relief and was really thankful for his help! I might not have went back home safely if he had not help me. He was very dependable. However, not only dependable, he was&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also very very gentle&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;He kindly saw me near my house as riding bike slowly... I had never met such a kind boy...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; Although he didn't become my boyfriend, I nearly fell in love with him at that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(#^^#)&lt;/span&gt;...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;★  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is the continuance of this story close to what you expected&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;?? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-112057974689583069?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112057974689583069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=112057974689583069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112057974689583069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/112057974689583069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/07/continuance-of-blurb-of-my-experience.html' title='The Continuance of Blurb of My Experience'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-111790730739112675</id><published>2005-06-05T01:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T04:08:56.426+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurb of My Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was 17.  One day I was riding a bike in the evening.  Then a young man who was riding his car approached to me slowly and asked me the way to a certain building.  I directed him and thought he understood.  But the moment I began to leave, he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I am uncertain if I can get to there...so can you get into my car with me??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;『He must be dangerous...!』&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; I refused, but he wouldn't accept my refusal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;『I have to run away ! But...what should I do if he will chase me by his car??』&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Suddenly at that time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who was a student in the same high school appeared in front of us and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-111790730739112675?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111790730739112675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=111790730739112675' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111790730739112675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111790730739112675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/blurb-of-my-experience.html' title='Blurb of My Experience'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-111773152555125265</id><published>2005-06-03T00:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:20:52.043+09:00</updated><title type='text'>♪Mokomichi♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Last Sunday, I went to my school although that day was a holiday. This is because there was the Hayami Mokomichi's talk show&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;He is a Japanese actor who is becoming popular among young people. Do you know him&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt; or Have you ever seen him appering on TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The moment I saw him on the stage, I got really excited and surprised because he was very tall and his size of face was soooo small!! In addition, he looked very cool in spite of putting on simple clothes. I thought, "I have to take his picture! This time is the first and last chance&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;" Though we were not allowed to take a picture, I kept trying stealthily. After all I could only take some cloudy pictures...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(；_；)&lt;/span&gt; Some lucky students could get his autograph and be taken a photo with him&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt; I was unlucky student...I envy them&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(&gt;△&lt;；)!&lt;/span&gt; However, I had a very good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♪♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-111773152555125265?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111773152555125265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=111773152555125265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111773152555125265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111773152555125265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/mokomichi.html' title='♪Mokomichi♪'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-111703731409548260</id><published>2005-05-25T23:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:08:34.106+09:00</updated><title type='text'>★☆I love soccer☆★</title><content type='html'>　&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you have any favorite sports??  I really really like watching soccer games, especially I love to cheer Japan varsity on TV&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(＞▽＜)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♪♪&lt;/span&gt;  Every time I cheer them, I concentrate my all atention on TV and shout!  Like"GO GO!!!!!", "OH～～GOOD JOB!!!!!" and so on...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(●＾～＾●)&lt;/span&gt;.  My favorite soccer player is Sinji Ono☆ I love him very much because he is fantastic and wise soccer player and his smile is soooooooo cute&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♪♪♪&lt;/span&gt;  His drooping eyes are so charming and look gentle. Sadly, he has already been married...in addition, he has a baby girl...&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt; I really envy his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although I am stuck on them(Japan varsity) so much , Ⅰ've never been to studiams to watch and cheer them, of course, I've never seen Ono&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(；_；)&lt;/span&gt;  However, I wanna see him playing soccer and his cute smile someday!! Next year, the World Cup Socer will be held in Germany, so I hope to go...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;☆★&lt;/span&gt; ....But I have to save a lot of  money&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(＋_＋;)!!&lt;/span&gt;  First of all, I need to find a part-time job!  I wish my dream will come true&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;☆☆☆ &lt;/span&gt;　 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-111703731409548260?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111703731409548260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=111703731409548260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111703731409548260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111703731409548260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-soccer.html' title='★☆I love soccer☆★'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-111651842334717163</id><published>2005-05-19T23:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:00:23.353+09:00</updated><title type='text'>★!Hola!★</title><content type='html'>　&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This title means &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hello!"&lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hi!"&lt;/span&gt; in Spanish&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;　I learn Spanish at Kansaigaidai as a second foreign language, and I have difficulty with studying it...&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(；△；)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;It seems more complex to me compared with English, and there are some big differences between Spanish and English or Japanese. For example, there are male nouns and female nouns, and male nouns and female nouns have a different article(冠詞). Articles and adjectives also have the plural form.......these rules sometimes bother me, however, I wanna get used to study it graually, be able to speak Spanish as well as English, and travel to Spain with my friends someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt;＾▽＾&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What languages can you speak or do you learn besides English and Japanese&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt; If you can speak more than 2 languages, are you confused dealing with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-111651842334717163?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111651842334717163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=111651842334717163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111651842334717163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111651842334717163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/hola.html' title='★!Hola!★'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-111647188243839214</id><published>2005-05-19T11:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:04:42.443+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A small pepy water drop wandared the dark, narrow, and fumel road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He found the bluny light over the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Suddenly, he was swallowed up by glanexy Wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Where is here?"  "Where is Mather?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tarolly stones and foobey avoyed and attaced him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Where is here?"  "Where is Mother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All at once julious brilliant light jumped into his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kanel calm salty water covered his body softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Here is home."  "She is Mather." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;His mind was satisfied with happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-111647188243839214?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111647188243839214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=111647188243839214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111647188243839214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111647188243839214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/nonsense-poem.html' title='Nonsense Poem'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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-12184304.post-111600071161259715</id><published>2005-05-13T23:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T01:11:51.623+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch time with my class mates♪♪</title><content type='html'>　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's been a very long time since I wrote in my blog last time!! Today, I had lunch with my class mates, Rami, Haruka, Lingfang, Kiki, Nana, Nozomi, Shizuka, and Yuri&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt; We had a very good time tlaking about...boyfriends... boys...boys...boys...a little serious things ...and so on!&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(●＾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;▽＾●)♪&lt;/span&gt; That were so funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;　After that, Rami, Lingfang, Yuri, and I went to library to see&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; "The Minority Report".&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever seen this movie?? The hero, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;, plays a part of a future man who arrest past wrongdoers . There are 3 people who can predict what will occur next, and He(Tom) and his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partners can prevent past crimes from occuring by picking their(prognosticator's) brains. We couldn't see all of the story because we had to attend class, so I want to see the rest of the story soon!! If you know some movies which you want to recommend, please tell me&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-111600071161259715?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111600071161259715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=111600071161259715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111600071161259715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111600071161259715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/lunch-time-with-my-class-mates.html' title='Lunch time with my class mates♪♪'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184304.post-111352889681350739</id><published>2005-04-15T09:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:49:32.110+09:00</updated><title type='text'>★Wellcome to my blog★</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;Wellcom to my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My name is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yo Izawa&lt;/span&gt;. Nice to meet you! I'm 18-year-old freshman. I'm from Sasayama City in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hyogo , there are a lot of mountains and greens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a dog, her name is Minnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;☆　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aithough now I live in my grandmother's house in Osaka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to commute to my university, I really want to see my dog, so I'm going to go back my home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;town this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♪♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kansai Gaidai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in Osaka. My class is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IES-B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In this class, we can learn English &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;from native English teacher，and we can use only English! It is difficult for me，but I think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this class is very good opportunity to make progress in my English skills, so I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;participate actively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184304-111352889681350739?l=yosideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111352889681350739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184304&amp;postID=111352889681350739' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111352889681350739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184304/posts/default/111352889681350739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yosideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/wellcome-to-my-blog.html' title='★Wellcome to my blog★'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15248270772620752206</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>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
