<?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-38590116396989478</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:18:49.664-08:00</updated><category term='The_Sisterhood_of_the_Traveling_Pants'/><title type='text'>E2 2009 Writing Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the E2 blog. Mondo's E2 Writing Class Blog for YMCA Students (Creative writing project focused on making students write regularly - Work is edited by students themselves). Each week, students will be contributing some work to this area. What to do? Each week you must write a 50 word blog entry on a topic. It can be on any subject, but should be done by Friday each week.Choose topics to write about, get it checked by someone, and then publish it on the blog - it's that easy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MONDO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726952058469849286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulYiRfWCmtY/SB_4zTqQWiI/AAAAAAAAArY/rzo83uu8ru0/S220/Dochead.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-3548919074999434132</id><published>2009-07-17T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:00:24.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.11 Reasons for going to church.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SmkTK9nHx8I/AAAAAAAAACM/53YCpU2o164/s1600-h/chrch1_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361837910419556290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SmkTK9nHx8I/AAAAAAAAACM/53YCpU2o164/s320/chrch1_low.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Hi! Everyone! Today, I want to talk about 'reasons for going to church'.  When I was child , I went to church every weekend.  Then, I loved church, but my faith was not strong, because there are many friends and a lot of interesting things.  However, when I was 20 years old, my father was dead and my mind was very sorrow. Then, suddenly I fainted 2 time. Then that time, I went to church. I think church is very quiet and clam. I like very much that. So, I can relax in the church, and feel good! When I go church, I always pray for my family, other people and me. It is very good! I think that is treatment for me.&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/38590116396989478-3548919074999434132?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3548919074999434132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/311-reasons-for-going-to-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3548919074999434132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3548919074999434132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/311-reasons-for-going-to-church.html' title='3.11 Reasons for going to church.'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SmkTK9nHx8I/AAAAAAAAACM/53YCpU2o164/s72-c/chrch1_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-5621799010640239161</id><published>2009-07-16T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:23:58.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.11 I Believe in God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SmAi6f2D7xI/AAAAAAAAACg/7c7wDJYocks/s1600-h/c87e1d56081b782e.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SmAi6f2D7xI/AAAAAAAAACg/7c7wDJYocks/s200/c87e1d56081b782e.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359321944946896658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, everyone^^ How are you?  Today, I'm going to talk to you about God. Do you believe in God?  I do. I am not Christian, but my family and I believe in God. We have our own religion and I believe strongly in it.  I believe that God has made everything. I think  that it is all a mystery and that God is great.  What about you? What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-5621799010640239161?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5621799010640239161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/111-i-believe-in-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5621799010640239161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5621799010640239161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/111-i-believe-in-god.html' title='1.11 I Believe in God.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SmAi6f2D7xI/AAAAAAAAACg/7c7wDJYocks/s72-c/c87e1d56081b782e.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-3722062421623375460</id><published>2009-07-16T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:34:01.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.10 My favorite animation's character!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sl_buSrm2uI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zt-TG5vq7Ks/s1600-h/img_5908_selly1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359243669929384674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sl_buSrm2uI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zt-TG5vq7Ks/s320/img_5908_selly1092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello~! Do you like animations of Japan? I like them very much. Today, I want to talk about my favorite animated character. I like a character in 'One Piece'. One Piece is the title of the program. The story is about pirate's adventure in a new land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is enjoyable and exciting. II like the character of Chopper in particular. In this story, he is a doctor, but he is half-human, half-reindeer. His voice is very cute! I have a lot of chopper's character goods. They are a little expensive, but I have always bought them, and maybe I always will! When I watch the animation, I feel happy and energetic. &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/38590116396989478-3722062421623375460?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3722062421623375460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-animations-character.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3722062421623375460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3722062421623375460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-animations-character.html' title='3.10 My favorite animation&apos;s character!'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sl_buSrm2uI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zt-TG5vq7Ks/s72-c/img_5908_selly1092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-1219661102168527118</id><published>2009-07-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:35:27.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.10 Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SmApekBmYnI/AAAAAAAAABM/Qc1q_53J3uo/s1600-h/Big_green_flash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SmApekBmYnI/AAAAAAAAABM/Qc1q_53J3uo/s200/Big_green_flash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359329161614090866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next summer vacation, I'd like to go out. Usually, I don't go out so much. I'd like to go to Kyoto and beach. I have been to Kyoto, but I went only populer place for example Kiyomizu temple, Kinkakuji, Uzumasa Movie Village. I'd like to go quaetly and natural place. By the way, do you know "green flash"? It is a very rare optical phenomenon which can seen after sunset or before sunrise when a green spot is visible for a short period of time above the sun, or a green ray shoots up from the sunset point. I'd like see it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-1219661102168527118?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1219661102168527118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/410-summer-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1219661102168527118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1219661102168527118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/410-summer-vacation.html' title='4.10 Summer Vacation'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SmApekBmYnI/AAAAAAAAABM/Qc1q_53J3uo/s72-c/Big_green_flash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-9129242701121529210</id><published>2009-07-09T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:42:59.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.10 When I turn 30.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlbsjRdaWQI/AAAAAAAAACY/Kt88b0Wje2s/s1600-h/0a389275be7779b2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlbsjRdaWQI/AAAAAAAAACY/Kt88b0Wje2s/s200/0a389275be7779b2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356728897530124546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, everyone! How are you? It is always rainy, these days. It' s not too hot, but it's humid. I don't like rainy season.  Anyway today I'm going to talk about when I turn 30.  It's in 7 years. I think I will still working, but I will get married.  I'd like to have two children. However I would like to be a career woman, so I don't want to take care of a family yet. It's important for me to enjoy your life more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-9129242701121529210?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9129242701121529210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/110-when-i-turn-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/9129242701121529210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/9129242701121529210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/110-when-i-turn-30.html' title='1.10 When I turn 30.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlbsjRdaWQI/AAAAAAAAACY/Kt88b0Wje2s/s72-c/0a389275be7779b2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-9009053709903278792</id><published>2009-07-09T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:06:25.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.9 Anan Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/Slbn4snHUmI/AAAAAAAAABE/XjEzHtQi5XQ/s1600-h/706018489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/Slbn4snHUmI/AAAAAAAAABE/XjEzHtQi5XQ/s200/706018489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356723768037692002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to the Anan Camp. On the first day, I rode on a canoe and a kayak. I enjoyed the programs. In the evening, we had a campfire indoors because it was raining. On the second day, I didn't join the water programs because I was sick. In the evening, we cooked a curry.  We ate the curry at the seaside. It was spicy, but  nice. After that, we had a council fire. It is like a campfire, but not same. It is a traditional coming of age ceremony of Native Americans. In the ceremony young people talk about themselves to become adults. I was nervous before the camp, but I really enjoyed going to the camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-9009053709903278792?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9009053709903278792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/49-anan-camp_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/9009053709903278792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/9009053709903278792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/49-anan-camp_09.html' title='4.9 Anan Camp'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/Slbn4snHUmI/AAAAAAAAABE/XjEzHtQi5XQ/s72-c/706018489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-1640426682285702012</id><published>2009-07-09T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:44:30.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.9 What I would like to do when I get older.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SlakX8ePNnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7-3agcOthEc/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356649538080683634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SlakX8ePNnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7-3agcOthEc/s320/dream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get older, I'd like to live in the country.  There are many mountains and  trees, so the scenery is very beautiful.  I like country, because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is  quieter than the city. When I was  younger,e I worked hard  to earn money to build a house in the mountains. I want to draw pictures and   grow flowers .  Also I' d like to help people, for example I will collect some stationery(pencils, book, notebook... ... anything else..) and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;send them to the children of Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-1640426682285702012?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1640426682285702012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/39-what-i-would-like-to-do-when-i-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1640426682285702012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1640426682285702012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/39-what-i-would-like-to-do-when-i-get.html' title='3.9 What I would like to do when I get older.'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SlakX8ePNnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7-3agcOthEc/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-121795199933177016</id><published>2009-06-27T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:27:59.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.9 My biggest goal in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Skb41kpfqaI/AAAAAAAAABk/FrOs2XNKRgA/s1600-h/%E7%84%A1%E9%A1%8C22.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Skb41kpfqaI/AAAAAAAAABk/FrOs2XNKRgA/s200/%E7%84%A1%E9%A1%8C22.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352238806430886306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the biggest goal in your life? In 2 years, we will graduate from the YMCA. Do you have any dream in your life? I have many things that I want to do for my future. This is why I'm not sure what I should do after finishing at the YMCA . However When I was a little, my imagine of my future was to be a career woman. I wanted to lead many people and doing good work with them. I also wanted to go to developing countries to help people. After I get married, I'd like to continue working. While studying at the YMCA, I have to think about my future. I think that my future will be wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-121795199933177016?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/121795199933177016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/19-my-biggest-goal-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/121795199933177016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/121795199933177016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/19-my-biggest-goal-in-my-life.html' title='1.9 My biggest goal in my life.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Skb41kpfqaI/AAAAAAAAABk/FrOs2XNKRgA/s72-c/%E7%84%A1%E9%A1%8C22.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-5563877803756558097</id><published>2009-06-25T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:33:27.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.8 My favourite subject.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SkRzDBXwsTI/AAAAAAAAABc/S_Ixz8ILmOI/s1600-h/395cbb28577ba47f88c9d5b6eb50373f.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SkRzC4keU0I/AAAAAAAAABU/0dM4fV4NVTo/s200/a24fae4eb5687cc7895aa6bc9b371e09.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351528750605292354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, everyone^^ How are you? Do you like P.E.? We don't have P.E. in first year at the YMCA, but if you like P.E.  you can take a P.E. class next year. When I was little, I often went out and played sports. When I was an elementary school student, I joined the basketball club. I was chosen as part of the team for a basketball game with another school. I tried hard to be chosen as a member of the team. After school, I often practiced shooting baskets.  I also did some weight training at the school gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-5563877803756558097?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5563877803756558097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/18-my-favourite-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5563877803756558097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5563877803756558097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/18-my-favourite-subject.html' title='1.8 My favourite subject.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SkRzC4keU0I/AAAAAAAAABU/0dM4fV4NVTo/s72-c/a24fae4eb5687cc7895aa6bc9b371e09.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-1259397418480824474</id><published>2009-06-25T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:30:15.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.8　Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SkR4262PX3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Gw7rUsY-gkI/s1600-h/fire02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SkR4262PX3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Gw7rUsY-gkI/s200/fire02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535142128017266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next week, We'll go to Anan Camp. We ride canoe, surfin, yocht...and more. I went my first camp  when I was ellementary school student. But My first full-dress camp was when I was junior high school student. We climbed big mountain, cook dinner, and sleep in tent. It was so hard but I enjoyed the camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-1259397418480824474?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1259397418480824474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/48.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1259397418480824474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1259397418480824474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/48.html' title='4.8　Camp!'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SkR4262PX3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Gw7rUsY-gkI/s72-c/fire02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-8189304611149286134</id><published>2009-06-21T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:29:39.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.7 I believe in God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sj4zrhFXN7I/AAAAAAAAABc/t-ufcbb3SoM/s1600-h/laborman_31588002(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349770230070982578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sj4zrhFXN7I/AAAAAAAAABc/t-ufcbb3SoM/s320/laborman_31588002(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have a religion? I am a Catholic.  I was baptized when I was child.  My faith was like playing.  I go to church to spend a good time with my friends. During prayer time there are also nice sacred songs and I always sing them together with my friends. However, my father suddenly died four years ago.  My mind is still full of sorrow.  I use religion to comfort my mind. I know, when ever I am tired and feel sorrow, my religion gives me strength .  It is like a precious jewel to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-8189304611149286134?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8189304611149286134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/37-i-believe-in-god_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8189304611149286134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8189304611149286134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/37-i-believe-in-god_21.html' title='3.7 I believe in God.'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sj4zrhFXN7I/AAAAAAAAABc/t-ufcbb3SoM/s72-c/laborman_31588002(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-8387673083705044301</id><published>2009-06-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:37:31.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.8 I play a musical instruments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SkQqqjjbhoI/AAAAAAAAABs/qAhbI_9rZPs/s1600-h/Gayageum_12_string.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351449167809709698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SkQqqjjbhoI/AAAAAAAAABs/qAhbI_9rZPs/s320/Gayageum_12_string.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was child, I  learned some Korean musical instruments. Their names are Gayageum, Oubuk, Chang-Gu and Samulnori. (The Samulnori is made up of  four instruments). My favorite musical instrument is the Gayageum. I've learned how to  play the  Gayageumand sing at the same time. I think the Gayageum has a very beautiful sound. When people begin playing the Gayageum for the first time, it is very hard . We need to play the Gayageum  with our fingers without any secondary device. So, if you play it for the first time  your fingers may feel sore. However, given the chance, I think it's worthwhile to learn  Gayageum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-8387673083705044301?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8387673083705044301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/38-i-play-musical-instruments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8387673083705044301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8387673083705044301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/38-i-play-musical-instruments.html' title='3.8 I play a musical instruments.'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SkQqqjjbhoI/AAAAAAAAABs/qAhbI_9rZPs/s72-c/Gayageum_12_string.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-3547039066692748511</id><published>2009-06-18T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:08:43.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.7 Music is an important part of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SjrkUsXDdkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M-ZaQTTGpd4/s1600-h/20090331-00000001-eiga-movi-view-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348838551612257858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SjrkUsXDdkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M-ZaQTTGpd4/s200/20090331-00000001-eiga-movi-view-000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yesterday, I rent "High School Musical 3"DVD. I had watched already in theater, but I would like to watch thoroughly on DVD since 4months ago, so I enjoyed. XD This picture is a still of the song "A Night To Remember". This song is about their prom. I like this.  I love musical movie. Music makes me happy and comfortable. I like "Sister Act"," Hair Splay", "Xanadu","Flash Dance", "Dirty Dancing"...and more. Someday I would like to go to see a play "RENT". I like the song "Seasons Of Love". I have watched "RENT" movie, but not all. someday I'll watch all. :P &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/38590116396989478-3547039066692748511?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3547039066692748511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/47-music-is-important-part-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3547039066692748511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3547039066692748511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/47-music-is-important-part-of-my-life.html' title='4.7 Music is an important part of my life'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SjrkUsXDdkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M-ZaQTTGpd4/s72-c/20090331-00000001-eiga-movi-view-000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-6964550698907512277</id><published>2009-06-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:49:54.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.7 The happiest moment of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SjIFaOlOL1I/AAAAAAAAABM/v0K7Ly-fOeU/s1600-h/6e6bac7a01312446.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SjIFaOlOL1I/AAAAAAAAABM/v0K7Ly-fOeU/s200/6e6bac7a01312446.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346341655791152978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest moment of my life is now. I have a boyfriend. He is 27 years old. Some time ago I was working at night at my part-time job. I met him there. He was our supervisor, and he realized that I had a problem about myself. He often made time to talk to me and he supported me.  Every time I talked to him, he always spoke seriously and gave me advise.  He always encouraged me. I have many bad memories of people, so I tend not to believe others. However he supported me as if my  problems were his. I can believe in him now. He is a strict person, but positive and strong. We are very loving, but he sometimes gets angry and corrects me if I do bad things. I respect him as a person. I am happy when I spend time with him. He is a very busy person and works over 17 hours a day. However we spend the whole day together every Saturday. Saturday is a very important day for us, so it is important for me not to get sick on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-6964550698907512277?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6964550698907512277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/17-happiest-moment-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/6964550698907512277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/6964550698907512277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/17-happiest-moment-of-my-life.html' title='1.7 The happiest moment of my life.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SjIFaOlOL1I/AAAAAAAAABM/v0K7Ly-fOeU/s72-c/6e6bac7a01312446.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-5501269694515867844</id><published>2009-06-11T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:10:41.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.6 I have a disability.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SjH-9IDdKEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R6TH8fjvHNc/s1600-h/cobk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SjH-9IDdKEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R6TH8fjvHNc/s200/cobk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334558752942146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself?  I sometimes don't like me.  I sometimes can not control myself. People says  I am a person who never cuts corners.  I have many things that I can not do.  However I can not forgive me about things that I have not done very well.  I often say to me "Doing well."  I often lash me.  I am up and down person. I need to love myself more and I have to control myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-5501269694515867844?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5501269694515867844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/16-i-have-disability.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5501269694515867844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5501269694515867844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/16-i-have-disability.html' title='1.6 I have a disability.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SjH-9IDdKEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R6TH8fjvHNc/s72-c/cobk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-8977441193668551115</id><published>2009-06-11T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:26:05.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I use laptop not only use Word Document and Internet but also listen music and watch DVD. But I couldn't use my laptop because the adapter was broken, so I felt boring. But a while ago, the new adapter was sent from support center. I'm so glad!!! :)  The day after tomorrow, I'll have the STEP Eiken test Grade Pre-2. I used to have the test, but then I fallen so I'm little nurvas. :/ I'm fairly accustomed to take listening and writing test, but I'm weak in taking an interview in English. &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SjIC8wp7kNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JQjuDdWOApY/s200/TKY200801150235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346338950518378706" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is a snack "U-CURL". This is play on words. "ucul" is "get through an examination" in Japanese. Japanese people like lucky fortune like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-8977441193668551115?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8977441193668551115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/46.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8977441193668551115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8977441193668551115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/46.html' title='4.6'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SjIC8wp7kNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JQjuDdWOApY/s72-c/TKY200801150235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-5099691802999750940</id><published>2009-06-05T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:32:04.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.6  What I think about gambling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SjGvDbsTTJI/AAAAAAAAABM/1GK2TIrm_jY/s1600-h/nevada-silver-legacy-resort-casino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346246706173529234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SjGvDbsTTJI/AAAAAAAAABM/1GK2TIrm_jY/s320/nevada-silver-legacy-resort-casino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like gambling? Have you ever been to a casino?  I think casino gambling has a bad influence on people.  Of course, gambling is very exciting!!  You can make opportunities in your life, but  only a very few. Many people still like gambling . I really can't understand it. You should have hobbies like art, and do some exercise to improve our health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-5099691802999750940?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5099691802999750940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/36-what-i-think-about-gambling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5099691802999750940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5099691802999750940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/36-what-i-think-about-gambling.html' title='3.6  What I think about gambling.'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SjGvDbsTTJI/AAAAAAAAABM/1GK2TIrm_jY/s72-c/nevada-silver-legacy-resort-casino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-8138480867538878713</id><published>2009-06-04T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:19:51.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.5 This is my hobby</title><content type='html'>My hobby is writing and reading blog. I have not only written  this blog but also another private blog. I write about diary, note, music, movies... and anything. I can't introduce the blog because it is an anonymous blog. :X  I often watch foreign country blog because I can see local news and foreigner's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-8138480867538878713?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8138480867538878713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-this-is-my-hobby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8138480867538878713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8138480867538878713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-this-is-my-hobby.html' title='4.5 This is my hobby'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</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-38590116396989478.post-356029560930505556</id><published>2009-05-31T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:14:16.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5 My experiences at the hospital.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SiKFj-oRafI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pa5zhFA-8_Y/s1600-h/2632290d87415612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SiKFj-oRafI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pa5zhFA-8_Y/s200/2632290d87415612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341978961168656882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to talk about my experiences at a hospital. Have you ever been to hospital? When I was 2 years old, I went to hospital. I had asthma, so I got sick. However, I have never liked medicines so I always try to recover naturally.I had another terrible experience a few months ago. I had to do blood test, so I went to hospital. Up until that time, I was not afraid of injections. I am not sure if the hospital nurse was new or not, but she made mistake.  My arm bled and it turned blue. I never want to have another injection again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-356029560930505556?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/356029560930505556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/15-my-experiences-at-hospital.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/356029560930505556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/356029560930505556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/15-my-experiences-at-hospital.html' title='1.5 My experiences at the hospital.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SiKFj-oRafI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pa5zhFA-8_Y/s72-c/2632290d87415612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-7849201728737149867</id><published>2009-05-15T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:20:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.5 This is my favorite sport.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sifd5L_6ABI/AAAAAAAAAA8/60l_3hROMqM/s1600-h/Horseback+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343483457441497106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sifd5L_6ABI/AAAAAAAAAA8/60l_3hROMqM/s320/Horseback+riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite sport is Horseback Riding. Horseback riding is exercising with animals and enjoying a connection with nature. I have not seen or touched horses. I often see horse riding games on TV. They are very interesting! I want to go Horseback Riding, but I don’t have enough time and a lot of money. I have an  image that Horseback Riding is expensive. I hope to go Horseback Riding someday. To do so, I have to work hard, and save a lot of  money. I like horses very much, and I also like horseback Riding . I'll go Horseback Riding someday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-7849201728737149867?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7849201728737149867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/35-this-is-my-favorite-sport.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/7849201728737149867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/7849201728737149867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/35-this-is-my-favorite-sport.html' title='3.5 This is my favorite sport.'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sifd5L_6ABI/AAAAAAAAAA8/60l_3hROMqM/s72-c/Horseback+riding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-5485250104703296426</id><published>2009-05-14T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:43:35.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.4 The person that I admire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sg0XHdpva3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cmStQM0Kejo/s1600-h/yukkasankirie.harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sg0XHdpva3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cmStQM0Kejo/s200/yukkasankirie.harry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335946550490131314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my father. I mean I respect him. I am now 23 years old. When I reached 20, I started respect him. Before that time, I did not think he was special. He started working at his company when he was 18 years old, and he is still working there now. He is now a manager of his company. He is clever and knows a lot of things. He is like a walking dictionary. He doesn't get angry at home. He trusts my sister and me, so he doesn't need to tell us to do everything. Hr only says the words that are very important. He seldom says to me to " Believe yourself." He is not a person who says things like that, so I was surprised when he said it to me one day. However I will always remember his words when I am sad or feeling bad. I wanna marry someone like my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-5485250104703296426?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5485250104703296426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/14-person-that-i-admire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5485250104703296426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5485250104703296426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/14-person-that-i-admire.html' title='1.4 The person that I admire.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sg0XHdpva3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cmStQM0Kejo/s72-c/yukkasankirie.harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-6849879135725782839</id><published>2009-05-14T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:44:26.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.4Why I like dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now I like dogs very much but I didn't like dog when I was a little girl because I thought dogs would bite me,  but they didn't. When I was 5 years old, our family given a puppy. She is cute and still she lives and she have a son. He had four brothers and sisters but we give them to foster. They were very cute. I want to see them again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gigazine.jp/img/2008/05/12/green_dog/green_dog.jpg" border="0" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you ever seen this picture? This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;green puppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;terinarians say this sometimes happens when the mother's amniotic fluid mixes with the placenta during birth and dyes the coat of the puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e is perfectly healthy, just green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-6849879135725782839?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6849879135725782839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/44why-i-like-dog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/6849879135725782839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/6849879135725782839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/44why-i-like-dog.html' title='4.4Why I like dogs'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</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-38590116396989478.post-2519252987266009461</id><published>2009-05-08T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:31:49.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.4 PRIDE&amp;PREJUDICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SgPZZMoIgFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L8TI2U1kzfI/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333345410646310994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SgPZZMoIgFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L8TI2U1kzfI/s320/g1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite movie is "PRIDE&amp;amp;PREJUDICE. This was a novel first, and then it was made into movie. I have read this novel, and it is very great. The movie have other good things. Of course, the movie cannot express all of the detail in the story , but it has a lot of movement and it is exciting. It also has many great music. In the story we can easily understand that men and women think differently. Men have pride woman have prejudice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-2519252987266009461?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2519252987266009461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/2519252987266009461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/2519252987266009461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pride.html' title='3.4 PRIDE&amp;PREJUDICE'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SgPZZMoIgFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L8TI2U1kzfI/s72-c/g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-6926378648208881150</id><published>2009-05-07T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:54:03.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.3  Why I like animals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SgL6ySvOP7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7_U-n1fLEy4/s1600-h/dogs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333100650690396082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SgL6ySvOP7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7_U-n1fLEy4/s320/dogs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like animals. I especially like dogs and horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dogs have a very strong and devoted mind. They are believe their masters until they die. Dogs become friends and family. they are also very cute. I think horses are very beautiful animal. Their eyes are very beautiful. They are only animal that are able to sports with people. Almost all animals have deep relationships with people. So, I like animals and I want to protect them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-6926378648208881150?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6926378648208881150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-like-animals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/6926378648208881150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/6926378648208881150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-like-animals.html' title='3.3  Why I like animals.'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SgL6ySvOP7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7_U-n1fLEy4/s72-c/dogs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-4482226405475319201</id><published>2009-04-30T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:32:19.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.3 My future husband.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sfl526SglcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HNczbvGY2bI/s1600-h/20081210185359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sfl526SglcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HNczbvGY2bI/s200/20081210185359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330425618236478914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about getting married. I have no intention to get married now. However if I get married, I want to my husband to be kind. I want him to have muscles, and a dark complexion. It is important to have money, but I don't have to be wealthy. It is more important that he is full of love. I'd like to get married before I reach 30 years old, and I'd like to have 2 children. Recently a lot of couples divorce, so I have to careful choosing my future husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-4482226405475319201?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4482226405475319201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/13-my-future-husband.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/4482226405475319201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/4482226405475319201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/13-my-future-husband.html' title='1.3 My future husband.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sfl526SglcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HNczbvGY2bI/s72-c/20081210185359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-3227049541290579697</id><published>2009-04-24T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:10:48.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.3 When I turn 17.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113845476081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SgMGyVJRv3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yx2UFusGJ0A/s200/17.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:JA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you know the movie "17 again"? This movie is about a man who turns 17 years old. He was a good basketball player in high school, but now his life is boring. I've never watched this movie, but I'd like to watch it. If I was 17 years old again, I'd like to wear a stylish uniform, because my high school uniform wasn't very cute and the dress code was quite strict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-kerning:1.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&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/38590116396989478-3227049541290579697?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3227049541290579697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/43-when-i-turn-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3227049541290579697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3227049541290579697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/43-when-i-turn-17.html' title='4.3 When I turn 17.'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SgMGyVJRv3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yx2UFusGJ0A/s72-c/17.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-5724654688582068398</id><published>2009-04-23T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:41:35.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.2 Friendship is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SfCAmQfRQ-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/z4JAPAER3m4/s1600-h/friendship-lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327899753928803298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SfCAmQfRQ-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/z4JAPAER3m4/s320/friendship-lantern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think friendship is very important for people. One year ago, I went  back to korea. I wanted to meet my best friend. unfortunately, she went to the Philippines for travel. But. she heard that I  came back to korea. So, she also she come back to korea. I was very surprised, and very happy. Now I know friendship is about giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-5724654688582068398?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5724654688582068398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendshop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5724654688582068398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5724654688582068398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendshop.html' title='3.2 Friendship is...'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SfCAmQfRQ-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/z4JAPAER3m4/s72-c/friendship-lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-3068467361313245450</id><published>2009-04-19T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:42:12.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.2 This is my hobby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sflx1thDzDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wPNOkp_JTYk/s1600-h/5f937fba28bcd52e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sflx1thDzDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wPNOkp_JTYk/s200/5f937fba28bcd52e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330416801534954546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good’ day, everyone! This is Nami. Now, I'm watching the TV. Tomorrow is the Monday. We have to start study. Weekdays are very busy for us and there’s a lot of homework. But, let’s enjoy ourselves! Positive thinking makes us happy! Today, I am going to tell you about my hobbies. I like shopping. I often go to HEP FIVE in Umeda or Shinsaibashi. Recently, I have been going to Kyoto to go shopping. Kyoto has a lot of shops that are very cheap. Today, I went to the shops in Kyoto, but I didn’t buy anything. I like to just look around. I don't have enough money to buy the things that I want, so I have to get a part-time job. I am probably going to work at a bar. See you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-3068467361313245450?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3068467361313245450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/12-this-is-my-hobby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3068467361313245450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/3068467361313245450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/12-this-is-my-hobby.html' title='1.2 This is my hobby.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/Sflx1thDzDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wPNOkp_JTYk/s72-c/5f937fba28bcd52e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-2033434052500919928</id><published>2009-04-17T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:26:27.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.3My biggest goal in life</title><content type='html'>My biggest goal in life is to join as a member of The United Nations, or Red Closs. Because these volunteers are the biggest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I have another big goal. It's to establish a new NGO. If I cannot join these organization, I want to establish my own. And I want to help people all over the world who are suffering from war or famine. I think it is my duty as a Japanese. I think the way to achieve this goal will be very hard. But someday. My goal will come true, so  I will study hard!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-2033434052500919928?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2033434052500919928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-biggest-goal-in-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/2033434052500919928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/2033434052500919928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-biggest-goal-in-life.html' title='2.3My biggest goal in life'/><author><name>Atsushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgXe2Lwgbc8/Sd_p-0WlcAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I6wcuM9ZnnQ/S220/061016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-5012878235718136933</id><published>2009-04-17T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:36:14.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.2　This is my favorite spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328077888851275890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SfEinEyX8HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2n967jgZDoU/s200/P1000684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, this is Kyoko. How are you? Today, I'll talk about my favorite spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my hometown. There are beautiful beaches and old temples. There is one town of that was a model for the famous movie Ponyo. I took this picture  last summer. In summer, I used to go to this beach and swim. But in later years, I haven't swum. There is a fireworks festival on  the last weekend of May every year. There are a lot of fun, games and foods...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you go there, check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-5012878235718136933?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5012878235718136933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/42this-is-my-favorite-spot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5012878235718136933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/5012878235718136933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/42this-is-my-favorite-spot.html' title='4.2　This is my favorite spot'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/SfEinEyX8HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2n967jgZDoU/s72-c/P1000684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-1202040320610099135</id><published>2009-04-17T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:43:00.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.1 I play musical instruments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SflwpJ4K5yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ISTTAF3Sdmg/s1600-h/06ed20200e05c6f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SflwpJ4K5yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ISTTAF3Sdmg/s200/06ed20200e05c6f2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330415486298154786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I was a junior high school student in Hiroshima, I joined the guitar and mandolin clubs. Do you know an instrument called the mandolin? It's not so famous and also many schools don't have mandolin clubs. It's like a small guitar, that has five strings, but its tones are higher than the guitar. It has an extremely beautiful sound. My club had a regular concert. I played in front of a lot of audiences. When I was in the huge hall, I was very stressed every time. But stress can be exciting for me. I transferred to another school, so I had to quit the mandolin club. I also play the piano. When I was 4, I started learning the piano. My teacher was very beautiful and usually kind, but she was so strict when it came teaching me. Playing the piano is my only specialty. I cannot possibly thank her enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-1202040320610099135?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1202040320610099135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-i-play-musical-instruments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1202040320610099135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1202040320610099135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-i-play-musical-instruments.html' title='1.1 I play musical instruments.'/><author><name>nami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03944145301894664888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SlBMTy8N7hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O8HF9Ujlpt0/S220/3640979247_a42dfa6808%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0gh7Me_mP0/SflwpJ4K5yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ISTTAF3Sdmg/s72-c/06ed20200e05c6f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-1821475606644189745</id><published>2009-04-10T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:29:48.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.2  Did you know that ''The Fire stopper''?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgXe2Lwgbc8/Sd_88QpZkgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zn9KOLx1dNw/s1600-h/cty_76_04e9ff95_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323251396766175746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgXe2Lwgbc8/Sd_88QpZkgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zn9KOLx1dNw/s200/cty_76_04e9ff95_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a professional baseball pitcher. His name was Tsunemi Tsuda. He belonged to the Hiroshima Toyo Carps. He only threw fastballs. He hated to pitch curveballs and sliders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batters knew that he would only threw fastballs, but they couldn't hit them. His fastball's maximum speed was about 160km/h, so, he was called ''The Fire stopper''. Unfortunately he had a brain tumor, so he retired in 1991.He struggled, but he died in 1993, when he was 32 years old. It is too young to die.In that year, The carp got a championship as if dedicated to Tsuda.I think Tsuda taught us that the most important thing of sport is not just records but our memorys......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-1821475606644189745?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1821475606644189745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/22-did-you-know-that-fire-stopper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1821475606644189745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1821475606644189745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/22-did-you-know-that-fire-stopper.html' title='2.2  Did you know that &apos;&apos;The Fire stopper&apos;&apos;?'/><author><name>Atsushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgXe2Lwgbc8/Sd_p-0WlcAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I6wcuM9ZnnQ/S220/061016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgXe2Lwgbc8/Sd_88QpZkgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zn9KOLx1dNw/s72-c/cty_76_04e9ff95_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-8544995031372345478</id><published>2009-04-10T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:43:03.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.1  My best friend</title><content type='html'>My best friend and I went to same elementary and junior high school . He liked soccer, and he was very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;He went to a junior club team called Seresso Osaka. This team is a famous and professional team in J-league. We went to different highschools. But we continued to talked about soccer and our highschool lives.&lt;br /&gt;But he wasn't able to promote the higher levels with in Seresso. He decided to enter  The Honda team, and play soccer in for them.&lt;br /&gt;He is now in Shizuoka. I miss him, but I hope that he is successful and we can meet in Osaka again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I couldn't find his picture......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-8544995031372345478?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8544995031372345478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8544995031372345478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/8544995031372345478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-my-best-friend.html' title='2.1  My best friend'/><author><name>Atsushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgXe2Lwgbc8/Sd_p-0WlcAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I6wcuM9ZnnQ/S220/061016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-885054396197802654</id><published>2009-04-10T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:42:47.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The_Sisterhood_of_the_Traveling_Pants'/><title type='text'>4.1 My favorite movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/Sd73LRdEvTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eU-FZNsz0Vw/s1600-h/sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322963582634474802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/Sd73LRdEvTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eU-FZNsz0Vw/s200/sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! This is Kyoko.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will talk about my favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie follows the story of four girls during a summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Their names are Carmen, Tibby, Lena and Bridget. They are 16 years old.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while they went shopping, and they found  a pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;That fits all four of them perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;This was the first summer  for them to be apart from one another.&lt;div&gt;The girls decide to share the pants over the summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;They experience many dramatic events in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the star of the thelevision series "Ugly Betty", appears as Carmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she is so amazing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-885054396197802654?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/885054396197802654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-movie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/885054396197802654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/885054396197802654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-movie.html' title='4.1 My favorite movie'/><author><name>kyoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297787715974314859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yQGA1tq2Cw/Sd73LRdEvTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eU-FZNsz0Vw/s72-c/sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38590116396989478.post-1150513646132790355</id><published>2009-04-10T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:00:25.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.1 I like cars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SegwFuOC0sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8TeC7oYUX0E/s1600-h/ferariIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SegwFuOC0sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8TeC7oYUX0E/s320/ferariIM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325559434230026946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/Sd7zXOZJJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LyDIWP59qPM/s1600-h/Dandylion.gif"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi! I'm hye jun~!^^I like cars, especially  Ferari. Feraris are very artistic.Ferari's  design is very beautiful and functional. It is made for speed and to get a way. Some people think  that the Feraris are very expensive. They are ofen bought by the rich and have an extravagant image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw Ferari's manufacture process, I had surprised. Because It was very artistic and scientific. So, I like Ferari and cars.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38590116396989478-1150513646132790355?l=e22009writingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1150513646132790355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-cars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1150513646132790355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38590116396989478/posts/default/1150513646132790355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e22009writingblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-cars.html' title='3.1 I like cars.'/><author><name>selly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459959213654765485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_81WXNIp4wuc/SegwFuOC0sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8TeC7oYUX0E/s72-c/ferariIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
