<?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-3300231093101975139</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:53:31.955+09:00</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Diary'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Essay'/><title type='text'>anya's field</title><subtitle type='html'>This is anya's blog for Writting 4.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5742663229714107879</id><published>2010-01-26T13:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:21:47.118+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review#OCEANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S2JiRd8nu_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/weUsCjGsBPE/s1600-h/%E3%82%AA%E3%83%BC%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A3%E3%83%B3%E3%82%BA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S2JiRd8nu_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/weUsCjGsBPE/s400/%E3%82%AA%E3%83%BC%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A3%E3%83%B3%E3%82%BA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432012152798428146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched OCEANS at the movie theater. It is the documentary movie about the sea. The navigator is Rie Miyazawa. She is the famous actress in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is sea?” A boy asked so to an old man. He could not answer. The story was started by this question. Can you answer? There are many fishes and marine animals in this movie. These are our friends because we live in the earth with each other. &lt;br /&gt;Human killed many marine animals. We should stop the excessive hunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can learn about life of the earth I think. &lt;br /&gt;I recommend you this movie! I think you should watch the movie at the theater. I guess you can feel like you are in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;[122 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5742663229714107879?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5742663229714107879/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5742663229714107879' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5742663229714107879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5742663229714107879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-review-oceans.html' title='Movie Review#OCEANS'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S2JiRd8nu_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/weUsCjGsBPE/s72-c/%E3%82%AA%E3%83%BC%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A3%E3%83%B3%E3%82%BA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4815985039988614873</id><published>2010-01-22T10:20:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:23:09.473+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Movie Review#The Notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1j911fZYxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yMu-yHsZy64/s1600-h/%E3%82%82%EF%BD%8E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1j911fZYxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yMu-yHsZy64/s400/%E3%82%82%EF%BD%8E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429368452128793362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was filmed America, 2004. This is love story. This is a novel by Nicholas Charles Sparks originally. I like this movie when I watched it. I will write about this story and my review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man read a diary to the old woman. It was real love story of writer. She was in sick, and she grew senile. He loved her very much, but it was secret. &lt;br /&gt;In a festival in Seabrook Island, South Carolina, Noah Calhoun met a very beautiful　girl. Her name was Allie Hamilton. She was born rich. Noah said love to Allie, but she refused his love firstly but she was fell in love with Noah unnoticed. This love was a first love of Allie. Noah and Allie loved each other very much, and they were together whenever. One day, they did not back to home too late. Allie’s parents were worried so much; they looked for her with a search party. Her parents banned Allie to meet with Noah. And Allie had to go to a faraway university. Allie cried because she loved Noah. It was same Noah. But she leave the town, they could not meet for long time. &lt;br /&gt;Noah entered an army to fight in World War Ⅱ. Allie was a volunteer nurse after her graduation. Noah lost his best friends in the war, and he returned to home. Lon Hammond the soldier was cured by Allie in a hospital. He loved her, and he want to marry with her. His home is rich and he was a lawyer. Allie’s parents agreed with their marriage, but Allie was not happy because there was Noah in her mind. Noah made a home for living with Allie. He believed he could meet and love with Allie again. They were met again, but she came to Noah to say a report of her marriage. But they loved each other again like some years ago. Allie was troubled with 2 men so much. But she chose Noah. They married finally.&lt;br /&gt;That is all of writing on the notebook. So, the old woman was Allie, and old man was Noah. But Allie could not remember Noah. They were in a hospital, they died with each. The just before their death, Allie remembered Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I t is very sad and sweet story I think. I think Japanese can watch easily this movie because I could feel sympathy on the Allie’s or Noah’s mind. &lt;br /&gt;I want to visit to Noah’s new home. It was very cute house, and the home had his heart to love to Allie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[431 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4815985039988614873?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4815985039988614873/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4815985039988614873' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4815985039988614873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4815985039988614873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-reviewthe-notebook.html' title='Movie Review#The Notebook'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1j911fZYxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yMu-yHsZy64/s72-c/%E3%82%82%EF%BD%8E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1589831646810046700</id><published>2010-01-15T10:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:36:25.858+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>chocolate!</title><content type='html'>I researched about chocolates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is made from cocoa mass, sugar, cocoa butter, and so on. First, Chocolate was very bitter drink long ago. English made sweet chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like chocolate, but I like only sweet chocolate. It is not sweet in the kind of chocolates. &lt;br /&gt;-sweet chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-semi sweet chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-milk chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-high milk chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-chocolate drink&lt;br /&gt; This is the kind of chocolate in Japan. I lined in bitter order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is the best to eat chocolate with coffee. I could relax when I eat these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make a chocolate cake to give my boy friend. It is secret. I want him to glad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[110 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1589831646810046700?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1589831646810046700/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1589831646810046700' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1589831646810046700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1589831646810046700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/chocolate.html' title='chocolate!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-3321472764523708022</id><published>2010-01-14T21:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:04:31.698+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1hCqOBfYcI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XyYmFTs4usw/s1600-h/500097i10000005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1hCqOBfYcI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XyYmFTs4usw/s400/500097i10000005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429162643881419202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Japan, Valentine’s Day is a day which girls gives chocolates and says love to boys. It is a custom only Japan. I think I will write about Valentine’s Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of Valentine’s Day was Juno’s birthday in Rome. Juno is the queen of gods and goddess and she is a goddess of marriage and home on Roman myth. The next day was the festival of harvest. In the festival, men draw lots. The lot was written names of women. They should be with each other during the festival. The couples fell in love almost. The emperor Marcus Aurelius Claudius Ⅱ banned marriages of soldiers because if they leave their lovers in the country, their fighting spirits were failing down. Valentinus the priest allowed their marriage secretly. The priest was executed by the emperor at Feb. 14. It is reason that the Valentine’s Day is called “Lover’s Day” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In America, people give flower, cake, or card to own sweet hearts. It has no relation with sex. There is not White Day like Japan. Chocolates are bought for presents at Feb. 14. This custom came in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time of before World War Ⅱ, Valentine’s Day was came in Japan by foreign people. Confectionery companies speeded the custom for sales result. Ordinary, women give some chocolate or present to men in Japanese Valentine’s Day. It is unique what women say love to men with a chocolate in Japan. In other countries, the sender is men almost.&lt;br /&gt;[247 words ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-3321472764523708022?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3321472764523708022/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=3321472764523708022' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3321472764523708022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3321472764523708022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1hCqOBfYcI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XyYmFTs4usw/s72-c/500097i10000005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2035424878585739943</id><published>2010-01-13T14:23:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:24:39.591+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>My campus life 2006-2010</title><content type='html'>I attended to KGU for 4 years. I will try to remember these 4 years for I will be able to know things what I could study in my university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I will write things when I was a freshman. I felt a fresh atmosphere when I was at front of the prefectural theater. I was surprised there were many boys because I attended to a girl’s high school. I was wearing suit first time. The entering ceremony was very large scale I thought. I arrived to there a little late; I did not watch the performance of orchestra. I entered this orchestra club but I did not know about the club when this time. There were really many people in the prefectural theater! After the ceremony, I went to class room at building 4 to listen to the orienteering. The professor said “please make a note…” but I have not a pen. I asked to a girl which sitting next to me “Would you lend me your pen?” She said honestly, “Yes, here you are” She is my friend whom I made it first time in KGU. The freshmen should to show orienteering of circle activity. The orienteering was opened at front of the buildings at KGU. I went to go there followed the rule because we could not back home without entering some club. We could get a yellow ribbon when we decided to enter some club. I entered the association of Lacrosse. Lacrosse is a one of the ball games, using a stick fitting up a net on the tip and little gummy ball. This is not diffusion in Japan; I want to do this sport at least once. I went to cherry-blossom viewing with members of Lacrosse team that night. It was not enjoyable for me because I felt the party was very terrible. And I knew the club did not play lacrosse after I entered this club! I thought it is not having meant to belong to Association of Lacrosse. The activities were playing some sports or the drinking party. I did not want to do mean fewer things. There are many playing circles in KGU. I did not want to do activity only making friends, I wanted some skill at the circle activity, and sure I want friends on the activities. I retired the association of lacrosse soon I knew the import of activities. I thought I wanted to play some music. I had experiences playing the clarinet and piano when I was a junior high school. I thought I went to make a study some music clubs. I want to play the flute. This was my hope since I was a student of junior high. I could not play the flute because I could not win the scramble. The flute was very popular for girls. I visited to practice place of the orchestra club because my 2 friends belonging the club. There were 3 people in the part of flute. The head of club played the flute. She said, “We need you to our club, but we have not a vacancy in flute part. Please think again about you will play the instrument?” There were 2 clubs what I might play the flute. These are the orchestra club and Latin mood music association. I had not my flute, and I should buy it for I belong to Latin mood music association. The head of orchestra club said “We need strings instruments players really! Do you dislike these?” I said “…I want to play woodwinds. Can I play the oboe?” The oboe part had not member at the time. If I was in the oboe part, I could not learn the skills. I was sorry but there was a man playing the contrabass in the room. The contrabass part had not freshman. The man was very kind and he said charm of the contrabass. I thought he love the instrument, I want to be able to love own instrument like him. I decided I started to play the contrabass. This is story of my encounter with the contrabass. I had 13 friends whose same yeas old with me at orchestra activities. I like the contrabass sure, and now, I think my choice was not wrong. Well, I had many lectures of university. I had 4 periods in a day on average. It was ordinary for every freshman. I majored in Spanish for the second language. I could not understand the difference with English. For example, there are sentences without subject words. I try to get up in the lecture, but I slept in the lecture of Physics or Biology often. I was bad at the science. It is not changed now. I could enjoy the campus life. Maybe I could spend the time meaningful the best in 4 years. I had many friends; and my first love in this year. I could enjoy to study, work, play the contrabass, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I will write about what I was a sophomore grade. The starting of this year was our performance at the entering ceremony. There were many freshmen at the prefectural theater. I saw the sight feeling a longing for. I had my first junior of orchestra club. I could have a junior in the contrabass part. I was glad to meet with him. He is the head of our club now. I was a librarian at our orchestra in this year. I managed our scores and instruments. I was happy to take part in management of the orchestra although I was a sophomore student. I did the club activities very well, and I neglected the lectures. Well, I had to play the contrabass on the top of contrabass part although I was a sophomore because my senior retired our club. It was very suddenly, I could not play the contrabass well yet, I was surprised at the fact. I try to play my best. I had to play all music of the regular concert in this year of necessity. I had mental anguish of sense of responsibility because I had to connect to the support players. It was very important work, and the seniors should do this works. I was very uneasiness whether I did a failure for them but they said “Do not worry! We will support you on the skills of playing surely!” I was helped from mental anguish by them. I could not play good performances on the regular concert stage I think, but I could get very high experiences of music in this year. I could have an enjoyable life in this year. I was pleasant my university life really, but I lost love with my first boyfriend in this year. I was very sad but I could be happy with my other friends. I thanked my friends because whenever they are my supporters. I could get my truth friends in this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I will write about when I was a junior student. This year is very bad because our club could not do any activities during 1 year. I was despaired because I could be a liaison inspector of our club in this year. My works were having connections with outside orchestra groups smooth. So, I thanked to support players very much before the year, I wanted to contribute to our club on the aspect. We committed an offence. It was the reality that we should clean activities during this year. It was ordered by the student council group, I asked to be able to practice again and again. They allowed us to practice individual, well, one of us borrowed a practice room and we used it. I was grad to practice the contrabass. I belonged to another orchestra team. Then, I like “Aus der neuen Welt” of Antonín Leopold Dvořák. I thought I wanted to play this music at once during my campus life. I could play this music in another team; I invited from some my orchestra club’s members. Well, I majored in a seminar of Speech English. I was interested in the famous people’s charm to move audience. I studied about Bill Bradley’s speech of “Gun Control” I was a manager in this seminar. In spring semester, I wrote a report in Japanese about rhetorical techniques of Bradley’s speech. I fall semester, I wrote my conclusion to read his speech in English. I was very hard to write only 5 pages report. I think I was greener at English writing than now. Sure, I am not good at English, but I could not write only 5 pages. And, I tried to study harder than before this year. And I went to internship to a hotel. I studied how to work in hotels, and waiting on customers. I could good skills in there. I tried to do job-hunting positively from this year. In the last of this year, I had new boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a senior. My campus life will be ended by my graduation. In this year, I belonged to the student council team “Cheering Party” I assisted to opening our school festival. I got up very early during the festival was opened; we should guard to save people in our university. Well, I was very hard to job-hunting. Now, in the entire world, we are in the dull business. There are 2 reasons why we can not find jobs. First, the workers do not retire the company because if they retire the work, they can not find a new work, or it will be difficultly. Second, companies do not want to employ many freshmen because companies can not pay salaries to their employees. These are the reasons of the difficulty of finding employment I think. I can not find my job yet. I think I should try to get my job never give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my campus life was good for me. I could get many things in KGU. I want to redo again if I can it.&lt;br /&gt;I love my campus life! I with my junior spend weighty from now.&lt;br /&gt;[1679 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2035424878585739943?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2035424878585739943/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2035424878585739943' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2035424878585739943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2035424878585739943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-campus-life-2006-2010.html' title='My campus life 2006-2010'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1380650199732314747</id><published>2009-12-24T09:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:30:02.201+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>There are many Santa Claus in the world do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In German, Santa Claus is twins. The one is wearing read clothes and he has white mustache, and he give presents to children in the world. Another one is the villain, and tells children off. He is wearing the black clothes. This is like Namahage in Aomori’s custom in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;[61 words]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1jxZq3SBZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/H1mHcpK0VBI/s1600-h/%E3%82%B5%E3%83%B3%E3%82%BF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1jxZq3SBZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/H1mHcpK0VBI/s400/%E3%82%B5%E3%83%B3%E3%82%BF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429354774100313490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1380650199732314747?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1380650199732314747/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1380650199732314747' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1380650199732314747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1380650199732314747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1jxZq3SBZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/H1mHcpK0VBI/s72-c/%E3%82%B5%E3%83%B3%E3%82%BF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1980998216451070398</id><published>2009-12-18T11:54:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:57:09.095+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review#6 [Whale Rider]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SyrvXtazGMI/AAAAAAAAATM/1B8KUSwxXmw/s1600-h/2006101820151126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SyrvXtazGMI/AAAAAAAAATM/1B8KUSwxXmw/s400/2006101820151126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416404692474468546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In ancient, Paikea the brave man came from Hawaiki riding on a whale. Māori　is his descendant.” This is a legend of Māori. This is a movie about a girl of Māori and a male-dominated Māori society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paikea Apirana is an only granddaughter of Koro Apirana. Pikea had the same name with the traditional brave man. She was called “Pai”. Her mother and twin brother was died when she was born. Koro Apirana was the head of Māori. His son went out to German because he was grieved at the death of his wife and son. He should bring up his granddaughter with his wife. In this tribal society, it was a man only that was able to be the head of Māori and it was hereditary. Koro was not like Pai because she was a girl and she was his only descendant. But he loved Pai pure. But Pai lost heart because she was liked by her grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pai was 12 years old, her father came back to the hamlet. Koro hoped him to be the next head of Māori, but his son was not say “Yes”. Pai decided to go out from the hamlet with her father because she thought Koro thought distasteful for her. But she heard a voice of sea in a car on the road. She returned to her grandfather, but Koro was not changing his thinking. He thought it was sorrow that Pai was not a boy. Well, he opened the school for how to succeed the culture of Māori to only boys. He expected a boy who had character of the head appeared from the school. Pai could not attend to the school because she was a girl. But she was not give up. She learned the traditional songs, dancing, and military art” taiaha” secretly, and her uncle helped her. One day, Pai defeated with a boy who attended to the Koro’s school on a match of taiaha. Koro was angry to Pai very much what she came to the school and use taiaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koro tested the boys. The test was for to be a head of Māori, boys should to pick up a rei puta the necklace of whale tooth in the sea. Koro hurled the rei puta, but the boys could not find it. Koro was sorry, and he was down with the sorrow. &lt;br /&gt; Pai went to find the rei puta in the sea. But her grandmother stopped to give the rei pita to Koro, it was had by her grandmother. And, Pai wanted to get good relationship with Koro. She invited him to the school party; she thought to here her speech for her grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the many whales were on the shore when Pai read the speech. It is big incident. The people and Koro try to back whales to the sea, it was very difficult. When the people gave up trying so, Pai ridded on a whale. Then, the whale returned to the sea, and other whales follow with the whale which Pai ridded. In the time, Pai’s grandmother gave Koro the rei puta. Koro knew the all of things. Pai was helped uneventfully; the people cerebrated to birth of new head of Māori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen this movie 2 years ago. This movie is very good for education of different cultures understanding I think. I think we can not know about Māori without some Medias. I guess there are many male-dominated societies in the world yet like Māori. I want to go to New Zealand someday. I could enjoy watching this movie. &lt;br /&gt;[596 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1980998216451070398?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1980998216451070398/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1980998216451070398' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1980998216451070398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1980998216451070398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-review6.html' title='Movie Review#6 [Whale Rider]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SyrvXtazGMI/AAAAAAAAATM/1B8KUSwxXmw/s72-c/2006101820151126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7982930876859873206</id><published>2009-12-11T11:01:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:03:20.553+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review#5 Mrs. Doubtfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SyGoYxgdSrI/AAAAAAAAATE/jZY0gwvkB4s/s1600-h/MrsDoubtfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SyGoYxgdSrI/AAAAAAAAATE/jZY0gwvkB4s/s400/MrsDoubtfire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413793370635848370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is story of a strange old woman and man. Daniel Hillard was a second-rate actor. He had a wife, a son and 2 daughters. His wife is Miranda. She is a designer of interior. Their children are 14-year-old Lydia, 12-year-old Chris and 5-year-old Natalie. &lt;br /&gt;The incident happened at Chris’s birthday. Daniel was fired from a job because he didn’t obey superior’s order. But he was not wrong; it was the result what he believed his justice. Daniel gave a birthday party for Chris. But giving a party was forbidden by Miranda because Chris could not get a good record. But Daniel thought he tidied the house still Miranda’s coming home. The party was very flamboyant. Miranda came back home early with a big decorated cake because her son’s birthday. The house was very dirty in confusion. She was surprised and angry. Daniel and Miranda quarreled about each bad point. Daniel could not endurance, he changed fob often. Miranda was pressed with business; she could not spend a time with family. Finally, they decided a divorce. Miranda had parental authority. Daniel could not meet his children without every Saturday. Daniel loved his children so much. There was a condition for he could meet his children freely. He should be a man whom had steady job &lt;br /&gt;Daniel got a job and other home early. The job was sending out of film at TV studio. But he wanted to see his children very much, he got a strange idea. It is he went to the home as housekeeper. He was good at changing his voice because he was an actor. And, his older brother was make-up artist. He called Miranda and said, “I’m Mrs. Doubtfire. I want to be your housekeeper!” The disguise was perfection. Daniel learned cleaning, cooking, and Miranda’s real thinking during he worked as housekeeper. He was not any good man. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda introduced a man for her children and Mrs. Doubtfire. The man is Stuart Dunmyer; her new boy friend. Daniel was very disagreeable because he loved Miranda still. Daniel got in the way of association of Miranda and Stuart. But, the in during, the disguise came to light for everyone. Miranda was very angry and hated Daniel. But Daniel was good father for her children. She didn’t want children felt sad any more. Daniel got a new big business. It was Mrs. Doubtfire’s educational TV program. He was loved by the TV station president. He could get income enough to live with his children.&lt;br /&gt;They found a new method how to be happy their family. Miranda called a new housekeeper. It was Daniel. They did not stop divorce but it is the best they thought.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Doubtfire said “There are many shape of family. If your parents are not live same home, the cause is not you. On occasion, it is good so”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is a comedy movie. The director made series of “Home Alone” I was surprised the skills of make-up. I thought the ending of this story is happy. But it was not ordinary happy ending. This movie was very nice. It is good for watching with family I think.&lt;br /&gt;[525 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7982930876859873206?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7982930876859873206/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7982930876859873206' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7982930876859873206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7982930876859873206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-review5-mrs-doubtfire.html' title='Movie Review#5 Mrs. Doubtfire'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SyGoYxgdSrI/AAAAAAAAATE/jZY0gwvkB4s/s72-c/MrsDoubtfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4310117808229000187</id><published>2009-11-29T14:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:14:06.844+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-14#Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0_5hnrpUPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/eUgby4S0uyk/s1600-h/Anne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0_5hnrpUPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/eUgby4S0uyk/s400/Anne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426830431987781874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is the life of Anne Frank. I guess almost people know about her in my class. She is a very famous Jew.&lt;br /&gt;Anne was born 1929. She had an older sister, Margot. She was older 3 years than Anne. Her family had a terrible experience because they were Jews. In the age, there is Jew discrimination. Anne’s family was not exception. They were caught by the Nazis; they had to stay at a camp. There is very cruel surrounding. Anne and Margot killed by typhoid in the camp. Anne’s father could survive only in the family.&lt;br /&gt; This historical fact is very brutality. Anne was very cute girl and popular in her school I heard. She wrote a diary, she call it “Kitty” It is the famous book “Anne’s Diary” I watched the movie of the book, and I read “Anne’ Diary” We should not do cruel discrimination like this again I think.&lt;br /&gt;[154 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4310117808229000187?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4310117808229000187/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4310117808229000187' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4310117808229000187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4310117808229000187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-14anne-frank.html' title='Book Review02-14#Anne Frank'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0_5hnrpUPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/eUgby4S0uyk/s72-c/Anne.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1949183750037695622</id><published>2009-11-28T14:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:12:07.382+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-13#The hare and the Tortoise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0_5AV0b3uI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0-O-o_N1ZQE/s1600-h/rabbit+and+tortoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0_5AV0b3uI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0-O-o_N1ZQE/s400/rabbit+and+tortoise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426829860257128162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very famous story in Japan. The hare’s name was Harry, and the tortoise’s name Tommy. They worked with each. Harry thought Tommy was so slowly, and looked down on a little. They decided take part in the race. Everyone believed the win of Harry. But, Harry slept on the way because he relaxes his guard. Tommy was running when Harry was sleeping. As a result, Tommy won the race.&lt;br /&gt; I like this book because it is very cute illustration! I think we should not do neglect whenever. We should try to be good faith if nobody sees to us. And, we can get successes when we try to do our best I think.&lt;br /&gt;[115 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1949183750037695622?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1949183750037695622/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1949183750037695622' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1949183750037695622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1949183750037695622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-13the-hare-and-tortoise.html' title='Book Review02-13#The hare and the Tortoise'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0_5AV0b3uI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0-O-o_N1ZQE/s72-c/rabbit+and+tortoise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6953850014952623534</id><published>2009-11-27T14:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:36:46.945+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-12The fox and the crow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01b3X5947I/AAAAAAAAAU0/OQeY6dlez8s/s1600-h/fox+and+crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01b3X5947I/AAAAAAAAAU0/OQeY6dlez8s/s400/fox+and+crow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426094132919395250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fox and the crow were knew the wise animal by people in the world. The fox was wiser than the crow in this book. The story was a battle of intelligence. &lt;br /&gt; The starving fox wanted a cheese whom the crow. The fox thought he will get a cheese from the crow. The fox praised the crow’s feather. The crow felt good. The fox said “Can you sing too?” The crow sang, and fell the cheese into the fox’s mouth. &lt;br /&gt; I think the good talk have a bad things. And, the crow is not pretty, and it can not sing beautiful voice. It is important what we know ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;[109 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6953850014952623534?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6953850014952623534/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6953850014952623534' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6953850014952623534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6953850014952623534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-12the-fox-and-crow.html' title='Book Review02-12The fox and the crow'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01b3X5947I/AAAAAAAAAU0/OQeY6dlez8s/s72-c/fox+and+crow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-369380347755536487</id><published>2009-11-26T14:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:35:51.750+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-11The Sun and the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bqObSf3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_MNiN8DKz58/s1600-h/sun+and+wid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bqObSf3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_MNiN8DKz58/s400/sun+and+wid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426093907036503922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the wind competed for victory. The condition was a man take off his coat. The wind tried to blow for a man. He thought he blow his coat off windy and windy. But a man felt cold, he was hiding in a house. The sun warmed him. Then, he took off his coat himself, the sun win the wind.&lt;br /&gt; The sun and the wind were personified in the story. The sun was warm and kind, the wind was cold and cool. There are 2 quizzes in end of the book. This book was easy to read for me. I think it was enough too easy.&lt;br /&gt;[108 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-369380347755536487?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/369380347755536487/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=369380347755536487' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/369380347755536487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/369380347755536487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-11the-sun-and-wind.html' title='Book Review02-11The Sun and the Wind'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bqObSf3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_MNiN8DKz58/s72-c/sun+and+wid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4543269546760518638</id><published>2009-11-25T14:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:34:55.427+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-10＃The RUNAWAY PANCAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bax8MqDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/54S3XyTzDqE/s1600-h/pancake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bax8MqDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/54S3XyTzDqE/s400/pancake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426093641691867186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very cute story. The pancake was made by mom. She decided to make it for her family. They were starving. When she roast up the pancake, it runaway to outside their home! The pancake had mind. The family went after it. The dog, the rabbit, the duck, the cat, the goat, and the fox run after it but they could not catch it. Finally, the pancake was caught by a wise pig! &lt;br /&gt; I like pancake. If my pancake will run away from me, I will feel sorry. But I want to be friends with it! &lt;br /&gt;[97 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4543269546760518638?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4543269546760518638/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4543269546760518638' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4543269546760518638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4543269546760518638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-10the-runaway-pancake.html' title='Book Review02-10＃The RUNAWAY PANCAKE'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bax8MqDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/54S3XyTzDqE/s72-c/pancake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8947507348053992855</id><published>2009-11-24T14:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:40:43.662+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-09＃The Little Mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bNOpSBwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qxdHOx64qTA/s1600-h/marmaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bNOpSBwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qxdHOx64qTA/s400/marmaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426093408878987010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is very famous in the world. I think there is nothing the sad love story expects “The little mermaid” This story was filmed often. &lt;br /&gt;The little mermaid fell in love. The man was the human and the prince. He fell into the sea by a storm, she helped him. But it is not allowed love. She wished to be a human. She could be it by magic but she can not say anything. It is what she can not say “I love you” to the prince. She could not be the prince’s girl. This book’s illustration is very beautiful. I could feel I was in the sea. &lt;br /&gt; I think the prince is fool. I think he should remember a girl which helped his life. I know this is the original story, but I like the same name movie of Disney. It was happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[146 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8947507348053992855?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8947507348053992855/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8947507348053992855' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8947507348053992855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8947507348053992855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-09the-little-mermaid.html' title='Book Review02-09＃The Little Mermaid'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S01bNOpSBwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qxdHOx64qTA/s72-c/marmaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5047193225044569811</id><published>2009-11-23T20:24:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:43:16.404+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-08#The Jumping Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XW3TMEA3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/aWD1i5x0CEs/s1600-h/kaeru.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XW3TMEA3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/aWD1i5x0CEs/s400/kaeru.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423977571769647986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first separate volume of Mark Twain. It was published 1867. He was writer of newspaper, he wrote funny short stories for newspaper. &lt;br /&gt; This book has 3 chapters. There are “The celebrated jumping frog of Calaveras County”, “curing a cold”, and “Mrs. McWilliams and the lightning”. And there are many questions about each story.&lt;br /&gt;  This book is shape of problem novel. I did not like this style. I read this book for uncomfortable because there are questions between story to story. &lt;br /&gt;[83 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5047193225044569811?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5047193225044569811/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5047193225044569811' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5047193225044569811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5047193225044569811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-08the-jumping-frog.html' title='Book Review02-08#The Jumping Frog'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XW3TMEA3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/aWD1i5x0CEs/s72-c/kaeru.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1905170366357006598</id><published>2009-11-23T15:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:03:29.419+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Driving!</title><content type='html'>I started to go to driving school. I dislike driving a car because I feel very frightening! I wander why my friends drive easily. Sure, I major the course of automatic driving only. &lt;br /&gt;I try to attend hard. I want to be able to drive the car!&lt;br /&gt;[47 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1905170366357006598?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1905170366357006598/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1905170366357006598' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1905170366357006598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1905170366357006598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/driving.html' title='Driving!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5938397648316551001</id><published>2009-11-22T18:51:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:42:34.225+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-07#Napoleon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWtOgZnUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1vlvpWnFBJM/s1600-h/napoleon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWtOgZnUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1vlvpWnFBJM/s400/napoleon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423977398714080578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is history of Napoleon.&lt;br /&gt;He was French, and he was born in Corsica. He was a serviceperson and politician. He was very strong man; he defeated Europe except England after evolution of France. But he could rule over Europe only for 95 days. &lt;br /&gt;I think Napoleon was very grate parson. I can’t know what his life is; I guess he felt fear always. He was killed by stomach cancer, but according to another theory, he was killed by someone. I want to research his history more when I read this book. But this book is difficult for me a little.&lt;br /&gt;[102words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5938397648316551001?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5938397648316551001/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5938397648316551001' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5938397648316551001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5938397648316551001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-07napoleon.html' title='Book Review02-07#Napoleon'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWtOgZnUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1vlvpWnFBJM/s72-c/napoleon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7777275878371611638</id><published>2009-11-22T18:47:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:58:06.908+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>I did squabble with my boyfriend. Because of I was too selfish. I do not like myself when I say ill to somebody. But he was not angry. He heard me silently. He knew why I got nervous. He knew the best step to calm me down. He is younger than me but I can feel he is like my older brother when I am in some troubles. Surely, I made peace with him already!&lt;br /&gt;[75 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7777275878371611638?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7777275878371611638/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7777275878371611638' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7777275878371611638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7777275878371611638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-did-squabble-with-my-boyfriend.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8678081448917642160</id><published>2009-11-21T18:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:42:01.335+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-06#Falk Tales from around the World 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWkRQUseI/AAAAAAAAAUE/49MMnPSeiG8/s1600-h/book3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWkRQUseI/AAAAAAAAAUE/49MMnPSeiG8/s400/book3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423977244833133026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has 6 stories. There are The Bremen Town Musicians, Aladdin, The emperor’s new Clothes, Shakuntala, The Kangaroo and the Wombat, George and the Dragon in this book. &lt;br /&gt; The Bremen Town Musicians was very funny story because 4 animals (donkey, dog, cat, and rooster) could not arrive at Bremen finally. And, they wanted to be musicians but they did not do music at last scene. It was written by Grimm bros. &lt;br /&gt; Aladdin is one of the stories of Arabian Nights. I read and wrote a review on my blog already, I have not I should write about this story more.&lt;br /&gt; The emperor’s new Clothes show abilities of self-decision I think. The king did fault because he could not decision himself.&lt;br /&gt;  Shakuntala is the story of India. This is like “Little mermaid” by Andersen a little. This is love story.&lt;br /&gt;  The Kangaroo and the Wombat is a folk story of Aborigine. This story showed because of shape of Kangaroo and Wombat. It is like Ant and grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;  George and the Dragon is brave story in Roman. It is adventure of George, princess and a dragon. Finally, the dragon was killed by people. I think this story is like “Yamatano orochi” in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[202 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8678081448917642160?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8678081448917642160/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8678081448917642160' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8678081448917642160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8678081448917642160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-06falk-tales-from-around.html' title='Book Review02-06#Falk Tales from around the World 3'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWkRQUseI/AAAAAAAAAUE/49MMnPSeiG8/s72-c/book3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7634263625201966246</id><published>2009-11-20T14:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:46:27.040+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>I want to go to an orthopedic hospital because I feel pain at my waist. To tell the truth, I have the pain from 2 years ago. Maybe, I can think 2 causes about it. First, I play the contrabass. The contrabass is very big. I feel the strong load to my waist when I play it. Second, I have part time job. I must stand during about 5 hours. I think it is bad for my waist too. &lt;br /&gt;I will go to an orthopedic hospital when I have enough time. &lt;br /&gt;[91words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7634263625201966246?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7634263625201966246/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7634263625201966246' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7634263625201966246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7634263625201966246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-9164060747047229626</id><published>2009-11-18T17:46:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:41:22.361+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-05#Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWa0vsp9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/_Nr76Fn9la8/s1600-h/huck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWa0vsp9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/_Nr76Fn9la8/s400/huck.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423977082561275858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very famous novel in the world. I have watched the movie in class of the history of American literatures. This novel was written by Mark Twain. He wrote the short stories for newspaper.&lt;br /&gt; This story is very exciting, but I feel sad a little because of Jim. Jim is huckleberry’s friend. He is very kind and he is black person. He was in trouble because of it. There were 2 bad tricksters in the story; I like their characters because they were fool a little.&lt;br /&gt; This story was written about discrimination of black people. Surely, Huckleberry, Tom, and Jim’s adventure was very fun but I can not stop to think about discrimination of black people.&lt;br /&gt;[117words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-9164060747047229626?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9164060747047229626/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=9164060747047229626' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/9164060747047229626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/9164060747047229626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-05adventures-of.html' title='Book Review02-05#Adventures of Huckleberry Finn'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWa0vsp9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/_Nr76Fn9la8/s72-c/huck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6221041273996950279</id><published>2009-11-17T17:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:40:41.400+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-04#Falk Tales from around the World 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWQdi0xkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aV7x687ekM8/s1600-h/book2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWQdi0xkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aV7x687ekM8/s400/book2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423976904534574658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 stories, Little Red Riding Hood, Jack and the Beanstalk, The White Serpent, The Ugly Duckling, and Perseus and Medusa in this book. I did not know The White Serpent still I read it. &lt;br /&gt; Little Red Riding Hood is very famous fairy tale by Grimm bros. I think this story is like “a wolf and 7 young goats” In Little Red Ridding Hood, a wolf was cut his belly, and put stones into his stomach by a hunter. In A Wolf and 7 Young Goats, it is same. I think it is very unrealistic and it is very terrifying thing. &lt;br /&gt; Jack and the Beanstalk is very famous too. But I don’t like this story because it is a story of pilferage. Jack was a thief only. The wife of ogre was good monster, but Jack killed her husband. Moreover, he stole many treasures. I don’t like this story.&lt;br /&gt; I did not know The White Serpent before I read this book. This story was red in China. This story is strange a little. A beautiful man married with a beautiful woman. One day, a monk said “Your wife is not human. She is a monster of serpent! Try to drink alcohol your wife, you will know the fact!” A man was not believed but it was truth. The White Serpent killed her husband, but she was sad when returned to shape of woman. She went to get a mushroom of revive. There is a mushroom, but an old man stopped her. He was a god of longevity. She battled with him, she want to revive her husband. The god was moved her strong love, he allowed to take the mushroom. A man was revived by his wife. To tell the truth, she is not White Serpent. Her Obi(like a belt) was it. They had a boy, the family lived happily. &lt;br /&gt; I like The Ugly Duckling. This story show “Great talents mature late” I think. But I like ducks better than swans because ducks is cute. I like to see the parade of ducks.&lt;br /&gt; Perseus and Medusa is one of the Greek myths. Perseus was very bravery man. He battled with Medusa. Medusa was a monster. Perseus is very famous. His mother was caught by the bad king; He battled with monsters for his mother. I knew this story because I read a book of Greek myth when I was little child. I like the Greek myth because the stories have many dreams.&lt;br /&gt;[413 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6221041273996950279?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6221041273996950279/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6221041273996950279' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6221041273996950279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6221041273996950279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-04falk-tales-from-around.html' title='Book Review02-04#Falk Tales from around the World 2'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWQdi0xkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aV7x687ekM8/s72-c/book2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7859016496329116992</id><published>2009-11-10T13:43:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:39:54.938+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-03#Falk Tales from around the World 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWFIHZ58I/AAAAAAAAATs/__6mQw15oPE/s1600-h/book1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWFIHZ58I/AAAAAAAAATs/__6mQw15oPE/s400/book1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423976709803861954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has 5 stories. There are Snow White, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, Hansel and Gretel, Three Little Pigs, and Pandora’s box in this book. All of the stories are very famous in the world. I guess my classmates have read these stories at least ones. &lt;br /&gt; Snow White is very romantic story. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of us all?” This word is very famous. I think this story was often acted by little children of kindergartens.&lt;br /&gt; I did not know Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves till I read this book. I knew the name only. This story is a competition in ingenuity of Ali Baba and thieves. I knew the head of team is not success without wise subordinate.&lt;br /&gt; I like Hansel and Gretel from when I was little child. Do you think there is dream in the house made from sugar, cookies, and cream? But, I think the father of Hansel and Gretel was very miserable. I think father should save own children from dangers. &lt;br /&gt; I was become frightened when I read Three Little Pigs because this story was different with a story that I knew. In this story, 2 little pigs were killed by a wolf. I thought last scene is 3 little pigs win a wolf. &lt;br /&gt; Pandora’s box is a secretly box. There are many sorrow, disease, disaster, murder, rape, war, and other terrible things in this box. Panodra was very beautiful lady. She was made by gods. There are many terrible things in the world because she opened the box.&lt;br /&gt;[262words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7859016496329116992?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7859016496329116992/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7859016496329116992' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7859016496329116992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7859016496329116992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-03falk-tales-from-around.html' title='Book Review02-03#Falk Tales from around the World 1'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0XWFIHZ58I/AAAAAAAAATs/__6mQw15oPE/s72-c/book1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-3562948744804356642</id><published>2009-11-10T10:29:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:33:19.076+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review4#DRUMLINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8sV8VvHAI/AAAAAAAAASM/Rm8_rzEZ0Mc/s1600/Drumline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8sV8VvHAI/AAAAAAAAASM/Rm8_rzEZ0Mc/s400/Drumline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408590432981425154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In NY, a boy graduated from high school. His name is Devon Miles. He had fantastic skill of drum, and he could get scholarship because of that. He loved his mother so much; they lived without Devon’s father through force of circumstances. His father loved music, Devon loved it too. He decided to be well at drum than his father.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Devon entered A&amp;T University. He got many friends of the marching band and a girlfriend, Laila. Devon got puffed up about drum. He believed he was the best in percussion part, and he was not serious to the unsparing practice. And Devon was a lone wolf and very irritable. He caused trouble with other university’s drum line. Dr. Lee the manager and Sean Taylor the leader of percussion part guided Devon strictly. First, Devon and Sean were on bad terms each other. Devon thought Sean was worse than him at skill of drum; Sean felt envy at Devon’s skill. Really, Devon could not read score. The thing was very big problem. He was fired from A&amp;T Univ. marching band. But, it was Sean that helped Devon. He coached how to read score, and they thought new score for the band. It was very innovative arrange. Dr. Lee decided to use the score at next tournament of marching bands by Universities of South America. A&amp;T University‘s rival were MB Univ. A&amp;T University player classic music, but MB University played only famous pops for getting interest of audience. MB University’s manager believed own winning, but this year’s A&amp;T was change by Sean and Devon. Devon could not take part in the game. But Dr. Lee and Sean asked Devon, “Take part to the final round of drum line!” After the heroic drum line, A&amp;T University marching band was winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is very interesting for me, because I played clarinet at marching band when I was junior high school student. I think percussion is very important position of the band. And, Devon, Laira, Sean were same years old with me. The thing was reason of I felt easy to watch too. I think the movie‘s view point were important of friendship and growing of Devon. Devon was not good boy at marching band, first. But, he could change because he could meet good manager, good leader, and good friends. A marching band is not good if there is an excellent player in the band. &lt;br /&gt;I studied some important things from this movie. I want to remember this movie when I try to play with my orchestra member.&lt;br /&gt;[426 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-3562948744804356642?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3562948744804356642/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=3562948744804356642' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3562948744804356642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3562948744804356642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-review4drumline.html' title='Movie Review4#DRUMLINE'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8sV8VvHAI/AAAAAAAAASM/Rm8_rzEZ0Mc/s72-c/Drumline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-349419884160243571</id><published>2009-11-09T16:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:03:29.097+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-02#A LITTLE PRINCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0LkIGVArKI/AAAAAAAAATc/audtIFz9L5I/s1600-h/Little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0LkIGVArKI/AAAAAAAAATc/audtIFz9L5I/s400/Little.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423147729096322210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very famous story in Japan because there was TV Drama of this story in Japan recently. &lt;br /&gt; This story’s main character is Sara Crewe. First, she was born rich. But her father was died at a mine of diamond, she was poor suddenly. She was attended a boarding girls school. This school had rich students only; Sara was work at the school as a maid. Sara was annoyed by the principal and a part of students. But Sara was not flatter or loses. Finally, Sara was the princess again because her father’s friend took Sara along to his home. He has a big mine of diamond, and it was finding with Sara’s father.&lt;br /&gt; It is very unbelievable story but it has a dream I think. I think girls wish for “Story like a Cinderella” at least ones. I like scene that Mr.Carrisford gave the present secretly to Sara. This scene is like a magic, I like the best.&lt;br /&gt;[159words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-349419884160243571?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/349419884160243571/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=349419884160243571' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/349419884160243571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/349419884160243571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review02-02a-little-princess.html' title='Book Review02-02#A LITTLE PRINCESS'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0LkIGVArKI/AAAAAAAAATc/audtIFz9L5I/s72-c/Little.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-467767104139602529</id><published>2009-11-08T21:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:33:26.246+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went to go shopping today with my boyfriend. I bought nothing, but I went to the book store. I find the book about spa at Kyushu. I want to go there. But we ride motorbike. He said if he will have a driving license, we can go to there. Surely, I do not want to feel cold after a spa.&lt;br /&gt;[61words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-467767104139602529?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/467767104139602529/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=467767104139602529' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/467767104139602529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/467767104139602529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8031132575571164322</id><published>2009-11-06T11:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:54:47.989+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review3#Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wK_mxLfI/AAAAAAAAASU/KDP4ZL2DgnU/s1600/Cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wK_mxLfI/AAAAAAAAASU/KDP4ZL2DgnU/s400/Cars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408594642926120434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the movie was presented by Disney PIXER 2006. The main characters are cars. Human is not appear. The cars are personified in the movie. The story was unfolded at Route 66, Radiator Springs, America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wSOfjDUI/AAAAAAAAASc/vRWlpJC3DSc/s1600/%E3%83%A9%E3%82%A4%E3%83%88%E3%83%8B%E3%83%B3%E3%82%B0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wSOfjDUI/AAAAAAAAASc/vRWlpJC3DSc/s200/%E3%83%A9%E3%82%A4%E3%83%88%E3%83%8B%E3%83%B3%E3%82%B0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408594767181450562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lightning McQueen is a rookie of the racing. He has glittering red body, stickers of yellow zigzag line like “lightning”, and No. 95. “I am fast. I will be able to win sure” he said to him self in his trailer before starting the race. It was all what he is the No.1 for him. So, he is arrogance and a lone wolf. &lt;br /&gt;The Piston Cup Dinaco 400 is very famous racing in the world. If Lightning will be a winner, it is brilliant achievement. It is unparalleled in history because he is a newcomer. Lightning had 2 rivals, King and Chick Hicks. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wdEhD0EI/AAAAAAAAASk/XydqCGGClQw/s1600/%E3%82%AD%E3%83%B3%E3%82%B0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wdEhD0EI/AAAAAAAAASk/XydqCGGClQw/s200/%E3%82%AD%E3%83%B3%E3%82%B0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408594953481998402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King is a champion of Piston Cup; he has many trophies of Piston Cup. He has light blue body; light blue is color of Dinoco. Dinoco is very famous oil company in the world, and it is the sponsor of this race. King contracts with Dinoco, the president trust him. He express he will retire with this racing. He has wife, her name is Queen. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wq-g0VSI/AAAAAAAAASs/leNTKaggKk4/s1600/%E3%83%81%E3%83%83%E3%82%AF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wq-g0VSI/AAAAAAAAASs/leNTKaggKk4/s200/%E3%83%81%E3%83%83%E3%82%AF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408595192388539682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chick Hicks has green body, his bumper’s shape is like a mustache. He can not win with King, he is second always. He wants to win in the Piston Cup, and he wish contract with Dinoco instead of King.&lt;br /&gt;The Piston Cup was very exciting race. There were King, Chick Hicks, and Lightning McQueen. Lightning was top of the race. Everybody believed his winning, and Lightning was same too. He was not in his pit although his pit team advised for him. In the front of goal, Lightning’s tires broke. Finally, Lightning, King, and Chick arrived at the same time. Then, they had to take part the final round of The Piston Cup Dinaco 400 at California. &lt;br /&gt;Lightning took Mack the trailer, they run and run without sleeping. He wanted to arrive sooner than King and Chick. Mack was tired very much. At the night, Mack’s door of back opened by a trouble, Lightning was dropped the freeway. Lightning had not light because he is racing car. He tried to find Mack; he could not find him, and lost the way to California. He was thrown into confusion; he run in disorder. He broke the road because he went out of control. He arrived at “Radiator Springs”. It was deserted-looking town. There was not name of the town on a map. &lt;br /&gt;In the courthouse, the people of Radiator Springs were angry to him. Doc Hudson the doctor and justice said “Go out from here now!” But Sally the lawyer and owner of motel said “Do not go out still you will mend the broken road finish”. Sally persuaded Doc and other people. Doc has deep blue body and his shape is Fabulous Hudson Hornet 1951, Sally is light blue body and her shape is Porsche 911 2002. Sally is very beautiful.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8w2A7wNHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0lI7QZcMpqc/s1600/%E3%82%B5%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8w2A7wNHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0lI7QZcMpqc/s200/%E3%82%B5%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408595382016947314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First, Lightning mended the road unwillingly. He wanted to go out from Radiator Springs, he mended very sloppy. Doc was amazed at the sight of bumpy road, he said, “Let’s race with me. If you will win, you can go out without mending the road” Lightning was turn on his engine with confidence of win. But the result was loss. Lightning could not curve on the sandy place. Doc said, “You are slovenly on the race and mend the road” Lightning was very vexing.&lt;br /&gt;He knew the people’s kindness; he was changing little by little. He knew what friendship is important on life. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8xH2vrKFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uaotSdixosk/s1600/%E3%83%A1%E3%83%BC%E3%82%BF%E3%83%BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8xH2vrKFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uaotSdixosk/s200/%E3%83%A1%E3%83%BC%E3%82%BF%E3%83%BC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408595688519575634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mater the old rusty tow car was kind to Lightning especially. His dream was what takes the helicopter. He has an arch look and cute character. One night, Lightning and mater enjoyed mischief. Mater said, “We are best friends, don't you?” He was the first best friend in Lightning’s life. &lt;br /&gt;One day, Sally asked Lightning to driving. She said, “You need a rest rare” The viewing from Radiator Springs was very beautiful! And, Sally was very lovely in the beautiful sight. Lightning asked her, “Why are you here? Although you are very beautiful and intelligence” He wondered she is attached the countryside although she is flowery. He thought it is good that she works in the city. She said, “Because…I fell in love with this beautiful sight” And, unnoticed Lightning loved Sally.&lt;br /&gt;Really, Doc was super racer; he has many trophies of Piston Cup. Doc was famous racer in the world in the old time. Lightning knew the thing by chance. He wanted to teach how to race well. “You can run fast yet because you have many trophies of Piston Cup!” “Such things are mere ornaments” But Doc refused to take part in racing. Because he was retire by the cruel accident in the racing. Somehow he was cured, but he could not return to racing because there are new racers already. Doc tried to dislike racing because he want to forget the sad memory. It is reason he was prejudiced to Lightning. He did not see Lightning the racing car. &lt;br /&gt;One morning, the road of Radiator Springs was mended finish. Luigi the Fiat500 and Guido the fork lift give tires to him. Ramone the Chevrolet Impala painted beautiful his body for racing. Lightning thought he want to give a reward to people of Radiator Springs. In the night, he was decorated the town with neon, it was like old time. Then, many reporters and cameramen came to Radiator Springs. “Are you McQueen!? Why are you here!!” Mac came to meet Lightning. “I’m sorry McQueen, let’s go to California!!”&lt;br /&gt;In the stadium, there were many people to see the race. “I am fast. I will be able to win sure…..” Lightning tried to concentrate to the racing but he thought about Sally and Radiator Springs people. And, Lightning had not pit team. The racer can not win without trustful pit team. “McQueen!” There were people of Radiator Springs in the pit. There was Doc too, and he gave advice through the microphone. Chick’s pit team laughed to McQueen’s pit team because there was only fork lift, Guido. But Guido changed McQueen’s tires very fast. It was fastest in other pit team. &lt;br /&gt;In front of goal, Lightning was top. Then, King was in accident, he could not move. Lightning went to help King. Chick was winning. “…Why you did not goal?” King said so. Lightning was smile, “My trustful racer said, such thing is mere ornament” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very exciting movie. There were many famous people in the movie. Mater is Tomomitsu Yamaguchi and Luigi is Panzetta Girolamo. Their voices are very comical. I think the producer and movie creators were very persevere. The characters are elaborate designs I think.&lt;br /&gt;We can learn importance of friendship when watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;[1148 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8031132575571164322?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8031132575571164322/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8031132575571164322' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8031132575571164322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8031132575571164322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-review3cars.html' title='Movie Review3#Cars'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sw8wK_mxLfI/AAAAAAAAASU/KDP4ZL2DgnU/s72-c/Cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-3111283346806456066</id><published>2009-10-30T23:57:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:43:33.198+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>School Festival 2</title><content type='html'>Today is first day of KGU school festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should guard KGU from suspicious. I was a little group leader. &lt;br /&gt;We were tired for standing during long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to my bed now…&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;[38 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-3111283346806456066?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3111283346806456066/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=3111283346806456066' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3111283346806456066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3111283346806456066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-festival-2.html' title='School Festival 2'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5810234396958108883</id><published>2009-10-29T22:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:36:04.988+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>School Festival 1</title><content type='html'>Today is preparing day for our school festival because I belong to student council. We waked up at 04:30am; I arrived at KGU at 06:30. I was very sleepy and I felt very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we put many corrugated cardboards on the wall of building4 and 11. It was for not break the walls and posters during the festival because the clubs of cultural activities did exhibitions or lives. &lt;br /&gt;Next, we did leading how to stand up tents for member of clubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired today. But I guess I will be tired more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will wake up very early for 3 days from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;[107 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5810234396958108883?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5810234396958108883/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5810234396958108883' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5810234396958108883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5810234396958108883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-festival-1.html' title='School Festival 1'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1035231616140082807</id><published>2009-10-26T22:18:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:20:19.266+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Wedding Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0QdjMiIEdI/AAAAAAAAATk/g5epSOeYwEM/s1600-h/hana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0QdjMiIEdI/AAAAAAAAATk/g5epSOeYwEM/s400/hana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423492341757907410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a wedding ceremony today. This picture is a bouquet of roses. The ceremony was very beautiful party. I could see a chapel at first time, there are a Father, singer and violinist. &lt;br /&gt;I want to wear the white dress someday.&lt;br /&gt;[43words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1035231616140082807?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1035231616140082807/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1035231616140082807' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1035231616140082807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1035231616140082807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-ceremony.html' title='Wedding Ceremony'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0QdjMiIEdI/AAAAAAAAATk/g5epSOeYwEM/s72-c/hana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4121844614288206683</id><published>2009-10-26T15:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:00:42.539+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review02-01#GUCCI-BUSINESS IN FASHION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0LjlJ9qusI/AAAAAAAAATU/f6S-sYMDHNo/s1600-h/gucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0LjlJ9qusI/AAAAAAAAATU/f6S-sYMDHNo/s400/gucci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423147128776735426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was written about history of “GUCCI” I think GUCCI is very famous around the world. I want a bag produced GUCCI because it is very stylish and cute. And there are some my friends have the bags. I can not buy it because it is expensive for me.&lt;br /&gt; Then, did you know “GUCCI” was human name? Guccio Gucci was born in 1881. He was Italian. He was good at languages, and he could think nice idea of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I knew the fact about GUCCI when I read this book. This higher brand was born in the world because it had many histories and efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[106 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4121844614288206683?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4121844614288206683/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4121844614288206683' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4121844614288206683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4121844614288206683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-review02-01gucci-business-in.html' title='Book Review02-01#GUCCI-BUSINESS IN FASHION'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S0LjlJ9qusI/AAAAAAAAATU/f6S-sYMDHNo/s72-c/gucci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5318673473589389689</id><published>2009-10-21T14:43:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:53:01.942+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review2#Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6gBhcl4EI/AAAAAAAAARc/mcs5DiOxWks/s1600-h/graundhog+day+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6gBhcl4EI/AAAAAAAAARc/mcs5DiOxWks/s400/graundhog+day+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394925351655039042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie’s title is translated “Love is Déjà vu” in Japan. “Déjà vu” is French; it means “It has already seen” in English. This movie is the very funny story of a haughtiness man and Déjà vu.&lt;br /&gt;Phil Connors the popular weatherman was very gloomy because he had to do a work once every year, and he dislikes it. It is a report of a festival at rural town. It is an event what the people consult the marmot’s action about coming spring. If marmot will not hibernate however he was take nest box by the chairman of Punxsutawney, spring will coming soon. It is “Groundhog Day” The marmot’s name is “Phil”. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6gKig2MgI/AAAAAAAAARk/mtFKhosY2M4/s1600-h/marmot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6gKig2MgI/AAAAAAAAARk/mtFKhosY2M4/s200/marmot.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394925506560143874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Therefore Phil Connors must go to Punxsutawney every winter; it is 4th times for him.&lt;br /&gt;Phil, Rita the producer, and Larry the cameraman went to Punxsutawney. After arrived, they Phil stayed at cottage but Rita and Larry stayed at a hotel. The reason of they were not stay at same hotel was Phil’s selfishness. Rita and Larry were not think good about him. Next day, Phil got up at 06:00am by voice of a radio. “Good morning! It is cold today too……I want to move to Miami, ha-ha.......Today is Groundhog Day!!” Phil talked about Groundhog Day with a plump man, talked about check out with a maid, and talked about insurance with Ned Ryerson; he was blunt in all time. He arrived to the ground of Groundhog Day. And he made progress very lazy. Phil the marmot said the spring will not come yet. “Please smile at least….” Rita said so, but he wanted to back to the City as quickly as possible. “Why should I do such sober work? I am a popular reporter.” he thought so. They finished the making a film of Groundhog Day, went out of the town before the day was out but it was blizzard the night. They could not go out of Punxsutawney, backed to the each cottage or hotel. &lt;br /&gt;In the next morning at 06:00am, the radio in Phil’s room said, “Good morning! It is cold today too……I want to move to Miami, ha-ha.......Today is Groundhog Day!!” Phil thought strange a little, he thought the radio’s voice is a tape yesterday. He went out to outside the door, a plump man talk to him, “Could you sleep well last night? Today is Groundhog day!” “…what?” Phil doubted, down the stairs to have a breakfast. “Do you need coffee?...What time will you go out tomorrow?” a maid talk to Phil about same thing with yesterday “…it is strange” Phil went out to the town. “Phil? Phil? Do you remember to me? I remember you!” Ned Ryerson talked to him. It was same thing before the day too. So, Phil was his right foot into a puddle like before the day too. After that, all things were same with before the day’s things. “It is unbelievable…What happen for me now!?” The phenomenon was continuing everyday. No, it was not everyday, it was every Feb.2, Groundhog Day.&lt;br /&gt;Phil went mad day by day. The tomorrow was not coming to Phil. If he was arrest by a police because he run wild by a car or 0he run away with a money bag of bank… he was in the bed at 06:00am and the radio in Phil’s room said, “Good morning! It is cold today too……I want to move to Miami, ha-ha.......Today is Groundhog Day!!” It is same when he committed suicide. Everyday was boredom for him. He started to listen and help to people for killing time. Someday, Phil became a good man from haughtiness man.&lt;br /&gt;One day, no, “one groundhog day”, Phil think out to make advances to Rita. Phil employed every means to win Rita's heart because he can try any number of times. But she was not said “yes”. She slapped Phil on the cheek. First, Phil thought he want persuade Rita to sleep with him, it is good only that. But Phil felled in love pure for he know about Rita well. Phil had not pure heart when he arrived at Punxsutawney. And, he wanted to understand about him, he did not try to understand about other people. Maybe Rita did not receive him, because she felt it. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6hWwBe95I/AAAAAAAAAR0/roNC_lLwWIs/s1600-h/groundhog_day_with+Rita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6hWwBe95I/AAAAAAAAAR0/roNC_lLwWIs/s200/groundhog_day_with+Rita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394926815856752530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when Phil tried to understand about Rita really, she received him. And in the morning, the radio said the different things with the morning of Groundhog Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6hD44X3FI/AAAAAAAAARs/qtsbZYmZWEw/s1600-h/groundhog-day+ned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6hD44X3FI/AAAAAAAAARs/qtsbZYmZWEw/s320/groundhog-day+ned.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394926491816942674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew this movie’s Japanese title from old time, but I watched this first time. I like the scene which Phil took the offensive and he did unreasonable. It is so comical and funny! Then, first, I thought this movie is comedy. But when I watched the story of middle, I felt sad a little. If I will become like Phil when I will get up tomorrow, what do I do? I thought so, I got frightened a little. I think Rita is a very virtuous woman. Why did she understand the difference of Phil although she can not compare yesterday’s Phil and today’s him? She is very intelligent if she can decision men’s good or bad on a day. I should learn after Rita.&lt;br /&gt; I like side characters too. Everyone has characteristic looks and atmosphere. I like Ned Ryerson especially. He is very characteristic. I guess my stress will build up if I will be taken by him everyday because he is very noisy and persistent. Well, he is guileless because he has cute looks. Ned Ryerson is Stephen Tobolowsky. He appear on “The Time Traveler's Wife”, he is a doctor in the film. This movie will be released Oct.24 2009. Why don’t you watch the movie? &lt;br /&gt;[945 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5318673473589389689?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5318673473589389689/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5318673473589389689' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5318673473589389689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5318673473589389689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-review2groundhog-day.html' title='Movie Review2#Groundhog Day'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6gBhcl4EI/AAAAAAAAARc/mcs5DiOxWks/s72-c/graundhog+day+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6160169825442654313</id><published>2009-10-21T11:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:07:50.003+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Driving School!</title><content type='html'>To tell you the truth, I started to attend to the driving school. I am bad at skill of machine. Sure, I chose the course of only automatic driving. &lt;br /&gt;I like study in the room, but I hate driving lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to graduate from the school still this year. &lt;br /&gt;[50 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6160169825442654313?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6160169825442654313/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6160169825442654313' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6160169825442654313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6160169825442654313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/driving-school.html' title='Driving School!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6004612246631743736</id><published>2009-10-17T12:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:26:19.599+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Foods!</title><content type='html'>I have not news! I am sorry so suddenly, I have not funny things recently. I want to say you good report, I have not so. Everyday is very normally. It is very happy, but it is tedium a little.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I can feel tasty various foods because of autumn. I will write about foods today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a web page about the foods all around the world. (http://www.geocities.jp/foodsoftheworld/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6o6ory8WI/AAAAAAAAAR8/x35KMtKZ71g/s1600-h/%E3%82%A2%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%82%AB%E3%81%AE%E3%81%8A%E8%8F%93%E5%AD%90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6o6ory8WI/AAAAAAAAAR8/x35KMtKZ71g/s200/%E3%82%A2%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%82%AB%E3%81%AE%E3%81%8A%E8%8F%93%E5%AD%90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394935128943423842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I found the picture supermarket in America. What a Big package!! I think it is too much for Japanese people. I think the reason is American people is taller than Japanese people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6pE1_2MzI/AAAAAAAAASE/OEKPAy14i00/s1600-h/%E3%82%A2%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%82%AB%E6%A9%9F%E5%86%85%E9%A3%9F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6pE1_2MzI/AAAAAAAAASE/OEKPAy14i00/s200/%E3%82%A2%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%82%AB%E6%A9%9F%E5%86%85%E9%A3%9F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394935304315876146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an in-flight meal. It is big too! And it is boldness! I want to eat it when I am hungry so much.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are pictures of the foods all around the world. If you are in interesting, why don’t you go to see this web page? I could enjoy this page. &lt;br /&gt;[156 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6004612246631743736?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6004612246631743736/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6004612246631743736' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6004612246631743736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6004612246631743736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/foods.html' title='Foods!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/St6o6ory8WI/AAAAAAAAAR8/x35KMtKZ71g/s72-c/%E3%82%A2%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%82%AB%E3%81%AE%E3%81%8A%E8%8F%93%E5%AD%90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5069712592887292234</id><published>2009-10-13T11:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:23:31.913+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/StfZC8C87II/AAAAAAAAARM/e80hPjxrhmA/s1600-h/choco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/StfZC8C87II/AAAAAAAAARM/e80hPjxrhmA/s400/choco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393017723300932738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my mother’s birthday. I was not in my home last night; I bought a chocolate cake for mom today. I arrived at my home, mom was not in home. She went to hospital and shopping. I wrote a message at box of the cake, and put into the refrigerator. She was very glad and I was very happy. But, my father bought a chocolate cake for mom! Moreover, we bought cakes at same cake shop! My mother was laughed so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy today, and I thank my mom.&lt;br /&gt;[92 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5069712592887292234?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5069712592887292234/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5069712592887292234' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5069712592887292234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5069712592887292234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/StfZC8C87II/AAAAAAAAARM/e80hPjxrhmA/s72-c/choco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4920452261348477176</id><published>2009-10-13T11:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:12:58.953+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/StfWhQn6ZZI/AAAAAAAAARE/mIYdHkoDT5Y/s1600-h/%E3%83%96%E3%83%A9%E3%83%83%E3%82%AF%E3%83%8B%E3%83%83%E3%82%AB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/StfWhQn6ZZI/AAAAAAAAARE/mIYdHkoDT5Y/s400/%E3%83%96%E3%83%A9%E3%83%83%E3%82%AF%E3%83%8B%E3%83%83%E3%82%AB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393014945685857682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a party yesterday. This is party with only my girl friends. We went to eat grilled meat. We ate as much as we likes.&lt;br /&gt;After the party, I went to my friend’s home. She lives single. We drank the whiskey. I mixed this with cola or milk with chocolate because I poor at drinking alcohol. We talked many things this night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my friends, so much.&lt;br /&gt;[70 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4920452261348477176?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4920452261348477176/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4920452261348477176' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4920452261348477176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4920452261348477176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/StfWhQn6ZZI/AAAAAAAAARE/mIYdHkoDT5Y/s72-c/%E3%83%96%E3%83%A9%E3%83%83%E3%82%AF%E3%83%8B%E3%83%83%E3%82%AB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-9203565537872148555</id><published>2009-10-11T23:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:05:05.944+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Night view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Stfixduw8YI/AAAAAAAAARU/4vlrmLPQDSw/s1600-h/night+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Stfixduw8YI/AAAAAAAAARU/4vlrmLPQDSw/s400/night+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393028418221699458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to north bypass with my boy friend today. The purpose was watching the night view we can watch from a hill. “Recently it is getting cold day by day. I wish you don’t catch a cold or flu. I can’t stand I will not see with you for weeks” he said so as smiling, gave me a helping hand to get over a fence. &lt;br /&gt;I love his tender atmosphere like that. Recently we talk about our future often. I am senior but he is junior. I will graduate from KGU but he must attend to KGU more a year. I did not believe the long time future with him, but it is changing now. He said there is existence of me in his future like it is a matter of course. I was really happy when I hear so from him. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I try to believe the future with him.&lt;br /&gt;[153 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-9203565537872148555?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9203565537872148555/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=9203565537872148555' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/9203565537872148555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/9203565537872148555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/night-view.html' title='Night view'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Stfixduw8YI/AAAAAAAAARU/4vlrmLPQDSw/s72-c/night+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5970972588022232188</id><published>2009-10-08T12:10:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:14:30.267+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review#1 [Mr. Incredible]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Ss6XR4HUesI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iot92ZukfD0/s1600-h/%E3%81%84%E3%82%93%E3%81%8F%E3%82%8C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Ss6XR4HUesI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iot92ZukfD0/s400/%E3%81%84%E3%82%93%E3%81%8F%E3%82%8C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390412137385720514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this movie was made by PIXAR of Disney 2004. This is 6th movie of PIXAR; all of their movies are made by computer graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main characters are Bob, Helen, Violet, Dash, and Jack-Jack. They are Parr family the super heroes and heroines&lt;br /&gt;-Bob is “Mr. Incredible” He is the head of Parr family. He has very strong body and power. He has strong mind of justice.&lt;br /&gt;-Helen is “Elastigirl” She has flexible body and she can expend her body. She is Bob’s wife, she loves him so much.&lt;br /&gt;-Violet is only daughter of Parr family. She can vanish herself and make barrier around her. She is very shy and she has no confidence. &lt;br /&gt;-Dash is older son of Bob and Helen. He can run very fast. He can run on the water because he is fast too much.&lt;br /&gt;-Jack-Jack is younger son of Bob and Helen. His ability is mystery because he is little boy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Ss6XYnZPm2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qWA0dJh8XQg/s1600-h/%E3%82%A4%E3%83%B3%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AC%E3%83%87%E3%82%A3%E3%83%96%E3%83%AB%E3%80%80%E3%83%95%E3%82%A1%E3%83%9F%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Ss6XYnZPm2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qWA0dJh8XQg/s400/%E3%82%A4%E3%83%B3%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AC%E3%83%87%E3%82%A3%E3%83%96%E3%83%AB%E3%80%80%E3%83%95%E3%82%A1%E3%83%9F%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390412253156580194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Incredible” is a story of this STRANGE family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In old time, there were many super heroes and heroines in this world. Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl had super power; they were super hero and heroine. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Includible was asked a little boy,”I want to be your partner because I am grate fan!” But Mr. Incredible was in an important mission, he was hard on the boy.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl fell in love, and married. &lt;br /&gt;The government ordered to live wearing a mask because there were many lawsuits cause of them. And now, super heroes don’t show their selves to the world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Bob the insurer helped an old woman. She was in trouble about her insurance, He advised to her how to get the insurance easily. He can not leave a person in some trouble because he is a one-time super hero. But the insurance company is trade too same with other companies. Bob’s customers can get the insurances easily; it is bad for the company on the management. His Boss said “It is not our customers should you save. You must save the company only!” Bob could not be patient, he punched his boss. Bob was fired cause of the force to his boss. He could not say to his wife this fact. And, he hated this NORMARY life. He wanted return the position of super hero. He patrolled occasionally night to save people from danger with Frozone. He was super hero too. Frozone can control ice.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Bob found a letter is his room when cleaned his briefcase. He had not had the slightest about it. It was digital letter; the sender was Mirage. She induced him into the world of super heroes again. She said “Do you want to be a super hero again? If you cooperate with our project, you can be it and we secure your high salary.” Bob wants to be a super hero again like 15 years ago. He could not decide in an instant, he took on the job secretly to his family. There was his mind of guilty what he fired from his company.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible asked his old friend to make a suit because his suit is old. She is Edna Mode. She is a famous designer; she likes to make clothes for super heroes the best. &lt;br /&gt;Mirage assigns him to a task. He must battle with a very wise battle robot. The robot was very atrocity. It gave Bob a lot of trouble but Bob could break the robot. But it is an experiment to make a stronger robot than Mr. Incredible. He was caught by Mirage’s boss. The name of Mirage’s boss is Syndrome. He was a great fan of Mr. Incredible 15 years ago. So, Mr. Incredible was hard on Syndrome when he was a boy. He want to revenge to Mr. Incredible. &lt;br /&gt;At that time, Helen was worried to her husband. She went to Edna Mode, she suspect Bob having an affair with someone. Edna scolded to Helen, and she said, “Fight to vice with your husband!” Edna made Helen’s hero suit sure, there are clothes for her children.&lt;br /&gt;Helen decided to go to help Bob. She piloted a plane. Violet and Dash followed with their mother secretly. Helen did not want to put her children in danger in really, Helen decided to allow Violet and Dash. And she said, “Use your super power to the best of your ability to save yourself!” First, Violet was bewildered to use her super power because she was forbidden to use her power by Helen. And, she could not have self-confidence. Dash was very happy to be able to use his super power because he was control his power him self. It was stress for him. &lt;br /&gt;Helen, Violet, and Dash could arrive at a room somehow. There was Bob in the room; he was caught by a man. His name is Syndrome. He has said to him so,”I want to be your partner because I am grate fan!” 15 years ago. So, the enemy of Mr. Incredible family is a boy who was despise by Bob 15 years ago. Syndrome has a grudge against Mr. Incredible from that time. He wants to be a stronger super hero than Mr. Incredible. He makes and improves a very wise battle robot. He plots he set the robot loose in the big city and he will break the robot himself at that moment, Syndrome will be super hero surpassed Mr. Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;Incredible family tries to stop Syndrome but at last, the robot was set the robot loose in the big city by Syndrome. Frozone came to family to help. It was a terrific battle. At length, Mr. Incredible family and Frozone was success to break the robot.&lt;br /&gt;It is all settled! …It is not so. They came back to home, there was Syndrome! He holds Jack-Jack in his arms. Family was shocked, but Jack-Jack is a child of super heroes too. He defeated Syndrome and he came back to his mom himself.&lt;br /&gt;Here, it is all settled really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very exciting story. I like the movie’s music too. It is a little aged music; I think it is like “007”, music of 1960’. And, I am impressed with the progress of Computer Graphics techniques.&lt;br /&gt;I like Dash! He is very cute. I can feel exhilarating when I see his very speedy moving. The character’s moving is very comical, funny, and real. I was laugh when I watched the movie at the library alone. But, it is not only funny scene. There is the love of family in the story. It is very important things but it is forgotten at ordinary life. I think this movie’s highlight is the love of family. I watched the movie at the first time, and I don’t watch a cartoon ordinary, but I like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is digression, I here; there is Woody of Toy Story in the movie. It is unique rumor. I think it is enjoyable to watch the movie again while looking for him next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1,173 words]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei1term09/MR1#6225.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5970972588022232188?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5970972588022232188/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5970972588022232188' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5970972588022232188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5970972588022232188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-review1-mr-incredible.html' title='Movie Review#1 [Mr. Incredible]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Ss6XR4HUesI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iot92ZukfD0/s72-c/%E3%81%84%E3%82%93%E3%81%8F%E3%82%8C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1075321403752817157</id><published>2009-10-02T09:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:33:10.722+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Orchestra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1jyIP6Q60I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cErRa4CIHNs/s1600-h/%E6%A1%B6%E3%82%B9%E3%83%88%E3%82%89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1jyIP6Q60I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cErRa4CIHNs/s400/%E6%A1%B6%E3%82%B9%E3%83%88%E3%82%89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429355574318918466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like music very much! I like more playing than listening. I belong to the orchestra club. I will write about the orchestra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I will write about orchestra. It is most famous genre of music in the world I think. The orchestra is played by many music players on leading of a conductor. The big orchestra is called “symphony orchestra” and little orchestra is called “chamber orchestra” There are many shape of playing. &lt;br /&gt;The origin of orchestra was the stage of Greek’s traditional dance and singing. We can classify some orchestra organization groups. There are factions of classical, Romantic, or baroque and so on. There are differences of scale. There is a concert master or mistress in an orchestra. It is a top player of 1st violin part, they are best at musical skill in the orchestra. There is each top player in each part, and the feeling of identification with a conductor was taken by a concert master or mistress, and top players. Recently, Nodame Cantabile was released in Japan. This is drama about music student’s life. They play the orchestra music in drama and movie. I think the orchestra can be famous in Japan because there was this drama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our orchestra is no9t good at musical skills. But I want to play with us, and I like my friends. I think we should need the best friendship on playing music. Sure, we play a solo when play an ensemble. I want to remember our feeling of identification at the time. Well, there is no part of solo in contrabass part almost.&lt;br /&gt;[264 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1075321403752817157?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1075321403752817157/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1075321403752817157' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1075321403752817157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1075321403752817157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/10/orchestra.html' title='Orchestra!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/S1jyIP6Q60I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cErRa4CIHNs/s72-c/%E6%A1%B6%E3%82%B9%E3%83%88%E3%82%89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4978811773429578706</id><published>2009-09-29T11:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:15:40.380+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Flu</title><content type='html'>I feel cold recently. I don’t like coldness because I ride a moped. I bought a muffler and globes for winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new type flu is going around now. What do you doing to prevent it? There are many splays of alcohol for disinfecting at the buildings of KGU. I use it invariably. My 2 friends have been taken the flu. They could not go out for 1 week. I guess the flu is going around more and more from now on. Let’s wash and disinfect your hands!&lt;br /&gt;[88 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4978811773429578706?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4978811773429578706/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4978811773429578706' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4978811773429578706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4978811773429578706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/flu.html' title='Flu'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7020676857359109893</id><published>2009-09-24T15:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:23:15.677+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>my best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SsBjWOiq0qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HFq9shaSBpk/s1600-h/feal+crassic+chocora"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SsBjWOiq0qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HFq9shaSBpk/s320/feal+crassic+chocora" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386414387846894242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write about one of my best friend. She is my part-time job mate. She works midnight, we can not see often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to cafe at Kamitori, Kumamoto. We like talking and listening about things of each. There were many objects at the time. For example, talking about job-huntting, studying, part-time job, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, it is important thing for me that I going out with her. Because, I am happy when with her. She is unique a little, but she can give me a right judgement always. Whrn I was very sad or being in trouble...&lt;br /&gt;"Anya, don't worry! I believe you can solve!"&lt;br /&gt;she say absolutely so. Always, she encourage me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to thank her at her birthday, October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[127 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7020676857359109893?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7020676857359109893/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7020676857359109893' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7020676857359109893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7020676857359109893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-best-friend.html' title='my best friend'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SsBjWOiq0qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HFq9shaSBpk/s72-c/feal+crassic+chocora' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6021960695814598979</id><published>2009-09-23T21:51:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:06:14.568+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Little trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SrwxOyFRsrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HOO87aQxqok/s1600-h/daikanbou"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SrwxOyFRsrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HOO87aQxqok/s400/daikanbou" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385233384460104370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to many places by motor bike with my boyfriend. This picture is Daikanbou of Mt. Aso. There were many motorbike riders at there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other, we went to Kikuchi valley and Ryumon dam. &lt;br /&gt;I like today's date. It was very windy and little cold, I recommend you to have a jacket if you want to go to there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to there a season of turning leaves from green to red and yellow of fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[79 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6021960695814598979?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6021960695814598979/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6021960695814598979' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6021960695814598979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6021960695814598979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-trip.html' title='Little trip'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SrwxOyFRsrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HOO87aQxqok/s72-c/daikanbou' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1784286325990093911</id><published>2009-08-03T21:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:16:08.759+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Contrabass!</title><content type='html'>I did practice bass today. It was a first practice in the summer vacation. I had not part time job today, I could practice for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;[28 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1784286325990093911?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1784286325990093911/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1784286325990093911' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1784286325990093911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1784286325990093911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/contrabass.html' title='Contrabass!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4270702015404785986</id><published>2009-08-02T22:49:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:10:21.464+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Fireworks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Spy6xwVdDbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/RMJz6YNu2gc/s1600-h/hanabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Spy6xwVdDbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/RMJz6YNu2gc/s400/hanabi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376377419124772274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to a summer festival at near my boyfriend's house. &lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend has a program of social welfare practice for a month from tomorrow. I have to do job-hunting, we will not able to go out with each. I thought I try to enjoy today with him, but I was bad condition from yesterday. I could not walk for a long time, I seem my boyfriend was worried me so much, I am sorry still now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many street stalls in the place; there is a big Japanese drum. I felt the paper lantern’s light in darkness was very fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks were very beautiful. I think I want to see other many fireworks in this summer!&lt;br /&gt;[120 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4270702015404785986?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4270702015404785986/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4270702015404785986' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4270702015404785986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4270702015404785986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Fireworks!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Spy6xwVdDbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/RMJz6YNu2gc/s72-c/hanabi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-3597141612701559405</id><published>2009-08-01T14:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:49:44.161+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Summer vacation</title><content type='html'>This is last summer vacation in my life I guess. I will try to write this blog often by my personal computer. My computer is not connected with Internet, I will write my diary very slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have very sad things. My grandparent's dog was die. His name is Ryu, he was Shibainu, 15 years old. He came to my grandparent's house when I was 6 years old. He was very cheerful, He liked walks with someone. &lt;br /&gt;I could not believe his death. He was like my little brother. I am only child, Ryu was my first brother for me.&lt;br /&gt;I can not go to my grandparent's house yet from his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[113 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-3597141612701559405?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3597141612701559405/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=3597141612701559405' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3597141612701559405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3597141612701559405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer vacation'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-726362104774666922</id><published>2009-07-31T13:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:41:51.464+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>From now</title><content type='html'>I will go out with my friend today from now. She is my part-time job mate; I think she is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we will go to a café, and talk. I have many things what I want to talk to her. Maybe, the conversation will be about our part-time job I guess. Recently, I want to retire this part-time job. I am a student of job hunting. I want to concentrate to getting a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to talk with her my trouble. Sure, I want to here her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy meeting with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[99 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-726362104774666922?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/726362104774666922/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=726362104774666922' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/726362104774666922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/726362104774666922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-now.html' title='From now'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5760737727765099974</id><published>2009-07-29T23:42:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:05:31.237+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Devil’s parfait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJRZB5ipKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U493rq2uDkk/s1600-h/davilspalfait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJRZB5ipKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U493rq2uDkk/s400/davilspalfait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364439596600042658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the café RAM’s parfait. This is made from chocolate mousse and vanilla ice cream, and chocolate flakes. Well, I could not understand the name’s mean because it was same with a normal chocolate parfait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like parfait. To tell you the how much I like parfait; I can eat it as meal. But I do not so often because it is very bad for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[68 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5760737727765099974?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5760737727765099974/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5760737727765099974' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5760737727765099974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5760737727765099974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/devils-parfait.html' title='Devil’s parfait'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJRZB5ipKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U493rq2uDkk/s72-c/davilspalfait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-922152319256483825</id><published>2009-07-28T13:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:54:24.254+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>I went to TSUTAYA the DVD rental shop because I want to search the good movie and “Mr. Incredible” for the movie essay#1.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the shelf of the horror DVD. I was sorry for seeing the shelf…&lt;br /&gt;It was very afraid. I will not be able to see the horror movie with nobody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rental shop is very convenience and enjoyable! There are many DVDs and CDs. I have not been to go to the rental shop often; I think I will go to there often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[88 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-922152319256483825?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/922152319256483825/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=922152319256483825' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/922152319256483825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/922152319256483825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2778103895271435071</id><published>2009-07-23T10:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:42:17.813+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>A total eclipse of the sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJLst3IZRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/84VilJ2tew8/s1600-h/kaikinisshoku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJLst3IZRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/84VilJ2tew8/s320/kaikinisshoku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364433337748841746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch the total eclipse of the sun? I took this picture. I think I could take a good picture. At the time, I could see strange actions of animals. Cicadas stopped to sing, crows went to home, and cats meowed unusual. It was cold for the total eclipse of the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is after 46years from now in Japan. I hope I will be able to see next total eclipse of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[75 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2778103895271435071?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2778103895271435071/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2778103895271435071' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2778103895271435071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2778103895271435071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/total-eclipse-of-sun.html' title='A total eclipse of the sun!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJLst3IZRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/84VilJ2tew8/s72-c/kaikinisshoku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2613483734596235060</id><published>2009-07-17T13:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:28:02.242+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>A walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJyw-4jp2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/kjENhPOMXXo/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJyw-4jp2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/kjENhPOMXXo/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364476291991185250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lake Ezu. It is very big lake. There is a zoo near the lake; I can see a elephant from outside of the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;I made a lunch box at the day. I eat it near the lake, I can see this sight. There are fishes, ducks, cicadas, and white egrets. It is very calm time, but it was too hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[64 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2613483734596235060?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2613483734596235060/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2613483734596235060' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2613483734596235060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2613483734596235060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk.html' title='A walk'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJyw-4jp2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/kjENhPOMXXo/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6579367861704257891</id><published>2009-07-15T13:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:21:01.901+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJxDjYzFDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Y7ieSxOfEcI/s1600-h/abeautifulsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJxDjYzFDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Y7ieSxOfEcI/s400/abeautifulsky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364474412004480050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to elementary school I attended. This picture is taken at the front gate. I want to meet the teachers but I could not meet them because the school was remodeling. &lt;br /&gt;The sky was about at 06:00pm. I remembered when I was child, and I went home at this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[51 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6579367861704257891?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6579367861704257891/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6579367861704257891' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6579367861704257891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6579367861704257891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/sky.html' title='Sky'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJxDjYzFDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Y7ieSxOfEcI/s72-c/abeautifulsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4207107557863968361</id><published>2009-07-14T20:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:14:53.934+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Law of organ transplants</title><content type='html'>13. July.2009, a proposal to revise for the revision of “organ transplants” was formed in Japanese national assembly. I do not think about law ordinary, but I try to think about this bill. The definition was changed; children’s internal organs offer is able to do if there is bereaved family’s mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about human’s “death”? Why people are able to recognize about it? What is “death”? I think so. This is a bill what the brain death is “death” and we can recognize the organ transplant a brain dead person to patient needs some internal organs. What are a dead person and bereaved family’s minds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do organ transplants for children without making a voyage to overseas. &lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you again, “What do you think about this bill?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is good bill for patients. But I don’t think there is a consideration to bereaved family. The family needs much time for they can receive the death of child fundamentally. I guess the parents want to leave their child’s proof. But an organ transplant is had to do without a moment's delay. The donor’s parents can’t have time for they can receive the death of their child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it is very important bill. The death is concerned in the law deeply. We must think about it deeply someday of during we live.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think border line of the Human’s death? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I will be not able to move?&lt;br /&gt;When I will be not able to recognize to my parent’s?&lt;br /&gt;When you will be in the situation, what will you think?&lt;br /&gt;No, you will be not able to think so if you will be in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the progress of medical science. I can think so only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it deeply when I saw this news at the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[312 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4207107557863968361?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4207107557863968361/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4207107557863968361' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4207107557863968361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4207107557863968361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/law-of-organ-transplants.html' title='Law of organ transplants'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5994174604790030301</id><published>2009-07-12T11:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:25:29.368+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review#14 [Florence Nightingale]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJV_p10pXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/alOT2-r1ulU/s1600-h/nightingale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJV_p10pXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/alOT2-r1ulU/s400/nightingale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364444658203403634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is written about a woman like an angel. It is real story historically. I was interested in her history; I researched about her a little by internet after reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence was born 1820, England. Her home was rich; Florence was not having inconvenience in her life. She was very kind-hearted. &lt;br /&gt;At the time, the nurse is very dirty work among the society. She thought “The nurse is a holy work” but it is not received the people around her. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I moved her life very much. She was very kind, but I think I can not say in a word of “kind”. There is this saying “an attempt to discover new things by studying the past through scrutiny of the old” I think we must study about history; there is hints for we can live well certainly.&lt;br /&gt;[81 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5994174604790030301?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5994174604790030301/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5994174604790030301' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5994174604790030301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5994174604790030301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review14-florence-nightingale.html' title='Book Review#14 [Florence Nightingale]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJV_p10pXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/alOT2-r1ulU/s72-c/nightingale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-428919114059155228</id><published>2009-07-10T17:46:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:28:57.325+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>My favorite</title><content type='html'>I think I will write about my best favorite through my campus life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the contrabass? It is a sorting of pitch extent. “Contrabass” is under “Bass” Then, it is the lowest register. &lt;br /&gt;I play the contrabass in the KGU orchestra club. I will write about CONTRABASS the musical instrument today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlcAOfNxhWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BJi7R93idEk/s1600-h/cello+and+bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlcAOfNxhWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BJi7R93idEk/s400/cello+and+bass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356750530677933410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the biggest stringed instrument in the orchestra. I guess you understand the size very well if you look at this picture which the contrabass with the cello. It has many names. There are “double bass”, “bass”, “wood bass”, and “upright bass” and so on. It has 4 or 5 strings, these each string’s open notes are G, D, A, E, and C when you see the contrabass from front of it. We play the musical scales how to push these strings by player’s left hand’s fingers. &lt;br /&gt;I play the contrabass which has 4 strings and the size is about 180 cm. It is 3/4 of full size. This is most popular type in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;When we play the contrabass we need a bow. There are the 2 kinds of bows, French-bow and German-bow. I use German-bow, because it is easy to exert pressure to strings for me. There are many users of German-bow among the contrabass players. I know a French-bow user in Kumamoto only one. There is the difference of 2 bows. It is the shape of grip. The German-bow is got ready like tuck up in right hand. In the other, French-bow is got ready like pick grip up with player’s right fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlcAbaphJFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4KValbdcn2k/s1600-h/player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlcAbaphJFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4KValbdcn2k/s400/player.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356750752790422610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please look at this picture. The contrabass is got ready like this. I think it is like the figure holding 2 people when I looked at this first. It is very quiet and simple sound. If I compare with the violin’s brilliant sound, I think the violin is the king; the contrabass is the big castle. Then, I think the orchestra is not made up without the contrabass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the contrabass but I did not like it first. I played the clarinet when I was a junior high school student. But, I was not like the clarinet; I want to play the flute very much really. It is same when I entered KGU orchestra club too. I wanted to play the flute but there were many people in the flute part at the time. I thought I compromised the oboe or the faggot. I was like wood-wind’s sound. Then, I was recommended the contrabass. The contrabass part was not having many players. The senior student needed me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I thank the senior student very much! I could meet the contrabass; I could enjoy playing the music. I like contrabass the best among the instruments of an orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you think deeply about your favorite? I guess you can see your new surface.&lt;br /&gt;[474 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-428919114059155228?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/428919114059155228/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=428919114059155228' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/428919114059155228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/428919114059155228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite.html' title='My favorite'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlcAOfNxhWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BJi7R93idEk/s72-c/cello+and+bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5375400491672429263</id><published>2009-07-10T15:49:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:28:39.365+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review# 13  [Pinocchio]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJIu-PlOkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JYV9s3xYsLI/s1600-h/pinocchio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJIu-PlOkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JYV9s3xYsLI/s400/pinocchio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364430077971216962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very famous story in the world. Pinocchio is a movable puppet without control! He made from a piece of wood whose it is able to talk.This story is Pinocchio the puppet's adventure story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very warm story I think. At last, Pinocchio could be a real boy. It is like "AI" the movie. "AI" is the story of the pet robot which has a mechanical brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought his dad swallowed by whale but this book was written it is shark.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is there the shark possible swallow the man. If there is that big shark, I am frightened.&lt;br /&gt;[103 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5375400491672429263?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5375400491672429263/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5375400491672429263' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5375400491672429263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5375400491672429263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review-12-pinocchio.html' title='Book Review# 13  [Pinocchio]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SnJIu-PlOkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JYV9s3xYsLI/s72-c/pinocchio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4425745999134965973</id><published>2009-07-10T15:27:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:37:07.279+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review#12 [Stories of Dolls]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlbvlE4rBNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iMrZBtlLm6w/s1600-h/dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlbvlE4rBNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iMrZBtlLm6w/s400/dolls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356732227049424082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is like "The stories of Snowmen" Many cute dolls can move when people don't see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book has 3 stories about active dolls. They are all girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a hope from adults for children. It is what we must handle anything carefully because its have own spirits. If children think so, they will handle anything carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this book is good for reading for little children.&lt;br /&gt;[73 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4425745999134965973?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4425745999134965973/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4425745999134965973' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4425745999134965973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4425745999134965973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review12-stories-of-dolls.html' title='Book Review#12 [Stories of Dolls]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlbvlE4rBNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iMrZBtlLm6w/s72-c/dolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4707105543702716123</id><published>2009-07-10T15:10:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:49:36.211+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review#11 [The speech of John Fitzgerald Kennedy]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Slbkev02ZVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3S2LgR_BVBk/s1600-h/kenedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Slbkev02ZVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3S2LgR_BVBk/s400/kenedy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356720023689127250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book about John Fitzgerald Kennedy the 35th president of America's speech. I major a seminar of "Speech English" last year. I studied about Bill Bradley's speech and I wrote a English essay about it. It has the original English text and the text translated to Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speech is very difficult because it needs the audience's concentration and approval. I think a good leader must be a good speaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to me, I stopped reading half and I will try to read deeply from now I think.&lt;br /&gt;[92 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4707105543702716123?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4707105543702716123/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4707105543702716123' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4707105543702716123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4707105543702716123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review11-speech-of-john-fitzgerald.html' title='Book Review#11 [The speech of John Fitzgerald Kennedy]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Slbkev02ZVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3S2LgR_BVBk/s72-c/kenedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1869787545481253904</id><published>2009-07-10T12:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:04:23.634+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlavqaPoDfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x1qbPHnN-w8/s1600-h/Sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlavqaPoDfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x1qbPHnN-w8/s400/Sunflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356661949938011634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer will come to us soon! Do you have some planes during summer vacation? I have not any plans now because my boyfriend has training of social welfare 4 weeks. And I will go to get a job many places in this summer I guess, it is same my friends too. But is it only now what we can do job-hunting and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will enjoy the last summer vacation. I hope you will have well this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[80 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1869787545481253904?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1869787545481253904/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1869787545481253904' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1869787545481253904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1869787545481253904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlavqaPoDfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x1qbPHnN-w8/s72-c/Sunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7977592911801434113</id><published>2009-07-10T11:43:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:50:18.719+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>The confection made from sweet potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlasYPNkixI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cEiTbkO1EwE/s1600-h/sweetpotatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlasYPNkixI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cEiTbkO1EwE/s400/sweetpotatoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658339204074258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked the confection made from sweet potatoes. I forgot I bought sweet potatoes yesterday. Then, I waked up early in this morning I made this.&lt;br /&gt;I think I could bake fine! It was tasty; I had a good breakfast today.&lt;br /&gt;[41 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7977592911801434113?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7977592911801434113/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7977592911801434113' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7977592911801434113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7977592911801434113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/confection-made-from-sweet-potatoes.html' title='The confection made from sweet potatoes'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlasYPNkixI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cEiTbkO1EwE/s72-c/sweetpotatoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2088660613691017895</id><published>2009-07-10T11:41:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:43:05.880+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Mt. Tawara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlaqjRVJ2zI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dwXNFw-SCng/s1600-h/Mt.+Tawara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlaqjRVJ2zI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dwXNFw-SCng/s400/Mt.+Tawara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656329728056114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mt. Tawara with my boyfriend at last Tuesday. His motorbike is type off-road; it is good at running on a bumpy road. I felt a little pain on my hip. &lt;br /&gt;The sight from the top of Mt. Tawara is very beautiful! My boyfriend likes there very much, he go to there often with his father by own motorbike. &lt;br /&gt;Mt. Tawara is beautiful at night, he said. I want to go to there at night!&lt;br /&gt;[77 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2088660613691017895?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2088660613691017895/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2088660613691017895' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2088660613691017895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2088660613691017895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/mt-tawara.html' title='Mt. Tawara'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlaqjRVJ2zI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dwXNFw-SCng/s72-c/Mt.+Tawara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4666539626853388732</id><published>2009-07-10T11:25:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:29:39.666+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Essay6# My favorite movies</title><content type='html'>I will write about 2 movies I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlanBpRvjiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YcyMhEXtTv8/s1600-h/%E5%90%9B%E3%81%AB%E8%AA%AD%E3%82%80%E7%89%A9%E8%AA%9E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlanBpRvjiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YcyMhEXtTv8/s400/%E5%90%9B%E3%81%AB%E8%AA%AD%E3%82%80%E7%89%A9%E8%AA%9E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356652453505764898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one of my favorite movie is “The Notebook” It is American movie, 2004. I watch the movie with my friends at KGU library at 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is a romance. Noah and Allie are childhood friends. Noah is a local country boy, he is poor. Allie was born rich, she grow up be loved by her parents. They are first lovers each other. Then, they loved with each other, there were many obstacles by Allie’s parents, a world warⅡ, and Allie’s other betrothed. In the period which they separated, Noah lost his best friend at a battlefield and Allie was a nurse for damaged solders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are other situations on the love of Noah and Allie. But, after long time, Allie doesn’t remember about Noah and the love with him. She has Dementia. Noah is sad about her forgetting about him day by day, he try to remain on her memory to read Allie’s diary. Allie remembered about him when they died. &lt;br /&gt;The end was happy, but it was very heartrending sorrow. The story is very beautiful love I think. I like this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlanLVBCzOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wjSRMqKuQWg/s1600-h/DMC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlanLVBCzOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wjSRMqKuQWg/s400/DMC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356652619865705698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other movie I like is “Detroit Metal City” It is a Japanese comedy movie. I went the theater with my friend last summer. The main character is Johannes Krauser II the singer of metal music. He is very crazy, vulgar and violence at the front of audiences. But he is a boy who plain, tender-hearted and coward really. His really name is Souichi Negishi. He loves Yuri Aikawa the journalist. She was the student of university which he attended. Yuri hates Johannes Krauser II, but like Souichi as only friends. The story is Souichi’s melancholy recording of growth as the metal music singer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very funny movie! But there are dirty representations in the movie a little. I recommend you when you want to laugh or get depressed. I guess you will be able to get little vigor. Especially, I like the sight what Souichi and his mother’s conversations. It is the scene I was impressed. It is not only comedy movie. &lt;br /&gt;[362 words]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wikipedia/”The Notebook”]&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Notebook_(film)&lt;br /&gt;[Wikipedia/“Detroit Metal City”]&lt;br /&gt;http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%87%E3%83%88%E3%83%AD%E3%82%A4%E3%83%88%E3%83%BB%E3%83%A1%E3%82%BF%E3%83%AB%E3%83%BB%E3%82%B7%E3%83%86%E3%82%A3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4666539626853388732?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4666539626853388732/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4666539626853388732' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4666539626853388732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4666539626853388732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/essay6-my-favorite-movies.html' title='Essay6# My favorite movies'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlanBpRvjiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YcyMhEXtTv8/s72-c/%E5%90%9B%E3%81%AB%E8%AA%AD%E3%82%80%E7%89%A9%E8%AA%9E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8620324147672332326</id><published>2009-07-06T13:33:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:34:55.258+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-10 [Sleeping Beauty]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQh5EL3XrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5qHNZkmvx_U/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQh5EL3XrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5qHNZkmvx_U/s400/sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355943121110130354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the stories I like in the world. I performed a play on the stage at the kindergarten when I was 4 years old. I was role of a witch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Sleeping Beauty was waked up by the prince’s kiss. But, do you know why she must sleep at her 16th birthday? There is course at her parents. They did not invite only a witch at their daughter’s birth cerebration. She was angry so much. To tell the truth, she used the magic of death to the baby. “On your 16th birthday, you will prick your finger on a spinning wheel and, DIE!!!” But a witch used a magic too. “You won’t die. You and everyone else in the castle will fall into a deep sleep, but only a kiss from your true love will break the spell”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you know the end of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is romantic story I think. &lt;br /&gt;[156 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8620324147672332326?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8620324147672332326/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8620324147672332326' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8620324147672332326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8620324147672332326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review-1-10-sleeping-beauty.html' title='Book Review 1-10 [Sleeping Beauty]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQh5EL3XrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5qHNZkmvx_U/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7786493624530292157</id><published>2009-07-05T13:10:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:11:46.941+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-09 [The stories of dogs]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQcfKoIOII/AAAAAAAAAOM/PCZyrLnUiyE/s1600-h/dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQcfKoIOII/AAAAAAAAAOM/PCZyrLnUiyE/s400/dogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355937178604550274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has 3 stories. I choose the book because I like dogs. But, this book is tedium. These stories look like each other. &lt;br /&gt;The dogs render distinguished service. All stories were so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t recommend you this book. You think you have read stories like the book someday, I think. &lt;br /&gt;[52 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7786493624530292157?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7786493624530292157/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7786493624530292157' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7786493624530292157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7786493624530292157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-book-has-3-stories_08.html' title='Book Review 1-09 [The stories of dogs]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQcfKoIOII/AAAAAAAAAOM/PCZyrLnUiyE/s72-c/dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2665827740151991411</id><published>2009-07-04T11:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:55:23.024+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-08 [Stories of Snowmen]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQYo0CplYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/82XAiodk3HQ/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQYo0CplYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/82XAiodk3HQ/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355932946293953922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories are anecdotes of snowmen. These characters are famous in Japan too. We can see them often in every Christmas season I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this book has 3 chapters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it is “Chilly and the bonfire” At the snow day, Jack made a snowman. He named it “Chilly”; he has black pebbles eyes, smiley mouth, and nose of carrot, yellow hat, and stripe scarf. &lt;br /&gt;One day, Mr. Oats the farmer has the plan of Christmas party. There is much firewood for a bonfire of the party near Chilly. Jack looked forward to go to the party. But, the much firewood was vanished. Mr. Oats and Jack were surprised and sorry. At the night, Jack saw the unbelievable sight. Chilly the snowman was walking and taking away the firewood! Jack said, “You are alive!” Chilly said,” Of course, all snowmen come alive at night” &lt;br /&gt;Chilly is the snowman. So, if there is a bonfire near him, he would have melted. “I see! Do not worry!” Jack said. They carried the logs to the middle of the field. Next day, the Christmas party was opened without accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chapter is “Snowy and Icy” Tomorrow is the Best Snowman Contest. Emma made her snowman, “Snowy” He had tiny eyes of stones, a moth-eaten woolly scarf, and a broken old walking-stick. Daphne lived next door. She was so rich, her “Icy” the snowman made be her 2 servants. He had sparkly buttons for his eyes and mouth, a spotted silk scarf, and a silver-topped cane. Daphne laughed Emma’s poor-looking Snowy. &lt;br /&gt;At the night, Snowy went out to make he look better for Emma. Icy got in the way of Snowy, but all his plots were missed. On the contrary, Icy was collapsed because tumbled and corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Snowy won first prize! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last chapter is “Freezy’s new buttons” Freezy has four small buttons. One day, the 2 men rushed along Freezy’s street. They are Stan and Lenny, they are robbers. Stan took 3 shiny stones from his bag and stuck them in Freezy’s chest. They stolen the 3 diamonds, and planed to hide them. Freezy did not know the situation, at the night, he walked at the street. There was a newspaper on the street, Freezy knew the fact of his buttons at the newspaper. He thought he would punish the robbers. They were arrested by Freezy and policemen. Next day, a policeman gave mind of gratitude and the gold medal for Freezy.  That was even better than a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stories were very interesting! First, the illustrations are very cute. Not only it, these stories have the important teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[437 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2665827740151991411?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2665827740151991411/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2665827740151991411' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2665827740151991411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2665827740151991411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review-1-08-stories-of-snowmen.html' title='Book Review 1-08 [Stories of Snowmen]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlQYo0CplYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/82XAiodk3HQ/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2161869675311128497</id><published>2009-07-03T13:48:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:03:09.763+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-07 [Story of Robots]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlKQt4HlJ6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fhNS7LAhmk4/s1600-h/20090706121825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlKQt4HlJ6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fhNS7LAhmk4/s400/20090706121825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355502024729634722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has 3 stories about robots. They are written very cute by painter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First chapter is the story of a boy and “clean robot” A boy is Luke. He is very lazy boy. One day, His mother gets angry Luke when looks his dirty room. He was said his mother, he must clean his room for a week from the time. He gets a free clean robot when his mother goes out. The robot’s name is Tidybot. The Tidybot needs remote controller. The robot cleans up by Luke’s instruction one after another. Luke is very happy because the robot does what he was said by his mother without his works. But, Luke broke Tidybot’s remote controller. Then, Tidybot go crazy! The Tidybot dirty Luke’s home one after another. After s minutes, The Tidybot was stopped. But Luke must clean all around his room. He was tired very much when finished to clean without his room, he got sleeping. So, his mother said when comes back home and looks his dirty room and sleeping her son, “You really are the laziest boy in the world!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story tells to us, “Do clean” and “You must do yourself something about you” I understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chapter is story of a rascal and a gentle powerful robot. The robot’s name is “Jay C.B.” He has very strong power and a drill on his left arm, he can dig underground. One day, a rascal take sleeping Jay C.B. from his house. A rascal customs Jay C.B., he uses Jay C.B. for committing a robbery from underground. When Jay C.B. arrived at a vault and broke the door, an electric shock blasted Jay C.B. Then, he gets sane. There are many treasures in bags at the vault. Jay C.B. thought he gives tit for tat to a rascal. So, Jay C.B. secretly change the treasures for mad. A rascal was shocked because his strategy to robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is quite delightful. Jay C.B. is very kind robot. I want a robot like him, and I want him to save to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last story is “Robot racers” Squeaky the cleaning robot is main character. He was sweeping streets always, but he dislike is work. One day, Squeaky cleaning a street, the biggest robot in the town is splashed puddle. Squeaky was wet thorough. By the way, The big race will be hold in the town tomorrow. Tanktop the biggest robot in the town would win the race, everyone guess. At that night, Tanktop give some obstacles to other racers. For example, he gave Tine Turbo a puncture, stole Cyber Sid’s memory stick, undid Andi Droid’s battery pack, and reset Betty Byte’s built-in alarm clock. Next day, the racers are only Tanktop and Squeaky. In the race, Tanktop are many nuisances Squeaky. For example, he scatters about thumbtacks, oil, and punch Squeaky’s front wheel. The front wheel is off from Squeaky’s body and roll away! I guess you think winner is Tanktop. But, the winner is Squeaky! The reason is the front wheel was get goal early than tanktop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very cute story. I think it is like “The story of rabbit and tortoise” in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is easy to read and I could enjoy writing the review!&lt;br /&gt;[543 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2161869675311128497?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2161869675311128497/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2161869675311128497' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2161869675311128497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2161869675311128497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review-1-07-story-of-robots.html' title='Book Review 1-07 [Story of Robots]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SlKQt4HlJ6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fhNS7LAhmk4/s72-c/20090706121825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-351269918168495004</id><published>2009-07-02T22:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:13:43.416+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Lunch time with my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sk1bBGD-IxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZanSNKgBdoE/s1600-h/%E8%A5%BF%E6%9C%AC%E7%8F%88%E7%90%B2%E3%83%A9%E3%83%B3%E3%83%81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sk1bBGD-IxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZanSNKgBdoE/s400/%E8%A5%BF%E6%9C%AC%E7%8F%88%E7%90%B2%E3%83%A9%E3%83%B3%E3%83%81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354035606378652434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the lunch at the coffee shop near KGU with Kaori and Tina. They are my school mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the meal when I ate at the time. There is the flavoring powdered chicken and laver on rice, and there are vegetable soup and salad. It was very tasty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the lunch with them after a long time; I could enjoy talking each other!&lt;br /&gt;[66 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-351269918168495004?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/351269918168495004/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=351269918168495004' title='4 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/351269918168495004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/351269918168495004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/lunch-time-with-my-friends.html' title='Lunch time with my friends'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sk1bBGD-IxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZanSNKgBdoE/s72-c/%E8%A5%BF%E6%9C%AC%E7%8F%88%E7%90%B2%E3%83%A9%E3%83%B3%E3%83%81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8913883608943895841</id><published>2009-06-30T12:46:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:41:09.261+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Essay 5# The worst day in My life</title><content type='html'>My worst day in my life was a day of last summer. I am sure, it was August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very heavy rainy day. I had to go to practice of student orchestra at Kumamoto University. The orchestra was making by students of Kumamoto University, Saga University, Nagasaki University, and KGU. I wanted to go to practice, but the front of my house was like a lake. The river was flooding by the heavy rain. My mother said, “Please don’t go to practice” But, I went to Kumamoto University because I wanted to play the bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was amazed at my doing. My orchestra mates were same reaction. I am sorry for doing that time a little. I gave my mother trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice was very good. There was famous conductor; I could have a desire to good at bass by his leading. We had a plan of concert at the prefectural theater. Then, everyone try hard to practice of own instruments. There were 1812(Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky), Маскарад(Aram Il'ich Khachaturian), Finrandia(Jean Sibelius) and so on in the concert's program. It was difficult for me, I needed many time of practice. I think now, I was practice hard at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day was heavey rainy day, it was not stop at night too. I was stay my friend's house. My parents are stern a little, they don't allow me to stay other house. But, I could not go back to home, they allow to do so reluctantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to my parents now too. I was selfishness too much I think. I do not want to give trouble to my parents flom this year. They are worried by my doing everytime. Because I ride a moped, and I am stupid a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the beginning of the rainy season now. I want to be careful to damage from a flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[321 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8913883608943895841?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8913883608943895841/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8913883608943895841' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8913883608943895841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8913883608943895841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/essay-5-worst-day-in-your-life.html' title='Essay 5# The worst day in My life'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-478078239742143344</id><published>2009-06-28T09:41:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:14:11.584+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Music Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sk1YopsrH9I/AAAAAAAAANs/75akcrI4__k/s1600-h/MF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sk1YopsrH9I/AAAAAAAAANs/75akcrI4__k/s400/MF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354032987424628690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/27/2009 was 42th KGU MusicFestival. I belong to the orchestra; our orchestra club took part in this concert. We played “My heart will go on”, “Diamonds”, and “Theme of Final Fantasy” with Mandolin club and guitar club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, the result was no good I think because, we did not have enough the practice. Especially, Bass part was not fit own pitch. I want to practice with bass part mates. I know it is late if I say this thing. I want to practice more, I think strong owing to take in Music Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I could be friends many students in this concert!&lt;br /&gt;I could see the other musical circle’s styles. It is good for me on my viewing of music I think. &lt;br /&gt;[125 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-478078239742143344?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/478078239742143344/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=478078239742143344' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/478078239742143344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/478078239742143344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-festival.html' title='Music Festival'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sk1YopsrH9I/AAAAAAAAANs/75akcrI4__k/s72-c/MF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5051174494502926460</id><published>2009-06-25T14:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:18:56.151+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>I have 2 parties this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was party of my part-time job members. I could not drink alcohol, because I must go back home by my moped. I like “non-alcohol cocktail of mango and orange” very much. And, I like this salad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SkQvn95JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PpVw1zcst9I/s1600-h/20090618222924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SkQvn95JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PpVw1zcst9I/s320/20090618222924.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351454620898633618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bar’s menu has very unique naming. For example “The risotto of lovers” That was shape of heart. It was very cute, and I thought the atmosphere was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, it was party of my best friends. I enjoyed with Tina, Ayumi, and Momo. This is farewell party for Momo. She goes to America during 2 months. I hope safety of her. &lt;br /&gt;We ate pasta, pizza, and dessert. This is a plate of tiramisu and gelato with caramel sauce.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SkQv6pfCEOI/AAAAAAAAANM/pcKBz8FEtWA/s1600-h/20090625134846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SkQv6pfCEOI/AAAAAAAAANM/pcKBz8FEtWA/s320/20090625134846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351454941837922530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans of party from now on. I think the number of party plans are grow recently. &lt;br /&gt;[135 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5051174494502926460?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5051174494502926460/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5051174494502926460' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5051174494502926460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5051174494502926460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SkQvn95JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PpVw1zcst9I/s72-c/20090618222924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8558016516113907632</id><published>2009-06-24T11:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:28:20.749+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Flower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SkQyNeaj5gI/AAAAAAAAANU/75R2SAP2Rp0/s1600-h/20090623211728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SkQyNeaj5gI/AAAAAAAAANU/75R2SAP2Rp0/s400/20090623211728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351457464307148290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are many works of flower at KGU’s student union building 1st floor. The works are made by the art of flower arrangement club members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you see these works of flower art?&lt;br /&gt;I think the flower’s good smell and beautiful shape can heal you.&lt;br /&gt;[47 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8558016516113907632?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8558016516113907632/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8558016516113907632' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8558016516113907632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8558016516113907632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/flower.html' title='Flower!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SkQyNeaj5gI/AAAAAAAAANU/75R2SAP2Rp0/s72-c/20090623211728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1134479229065670281</id><published>2009-06-19T11:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:49:21.392+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This is renewing after a long time</title><content type='html'>I did not renew this blog during long time. The reasons were job-hunting, part-time job, and I had a little sick. Then, I will write diary for this 2 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this is the story of my part-time job. At the time, there were the chief of cook, 2 cooks, 2 waiters, and me. I thought I fill up tea bags because leisure. I said “Someone, do you know where“tea bag”of maple tea is? Everyone said, “What?” “It is a kind of underwear!” “You are fool!”&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand this situation and because of I was laughed? So, they thought “tea bag” is “tea pack” and “tea bag” is a kind of underwear. If we said “tea bag” in Japan, there is anxiety be guessed wrong. It is strange I think.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in Japan, Japanese-English is popular than real English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I found recently, I get cramp in my parts of body often. And, it is not only legs or arms. It is back of ears, the third finger of foots, shoulder and so on. I guess, I am very short of exercise. I hate the pain of cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I had a party at last Friday night. It was party of sub-leaders. I am sub-leader of Student council of rooters. I drank too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I am in bad condition a little. I think I go to hospital; I can not go to there because I’m busy. I wish I have not some sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[245 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1134479229065670281?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1134479229065670281/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1134479229065670281' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1134479229065670281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1134479229065670281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-renewing-after-long-time.html' title='This is renewing after a long time'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7307694462633866298</id><published>2009-06-07T10:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:35:27.925+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Recently, I think, the number of comments to my blog grows little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be thankful to everyone who gives me comments to my blog. I can I feel like bloging by your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everyone who gives me comments!&lt;br /&gt;[45 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7307694462633866298?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7307694462633866298/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7307694462633866298' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7307694462633866298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7307694462633866298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1140965849077347184</id><published>2009-06-05T11:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:40:12.186+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Essay#4 A memorable day in my life</title><content type='html'>I was born at 23. Feb. 1988. Naturally, I don’t remember the moment which I was born. But I think it was the most memorable day in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time which my mother married my father, she was sterility. It was become clear because they could not have children three years later from the marriage. She was delicate by nature. The doctor said to her “I’m sorry, I think you can not have children” My parents felt down so much, I heard from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, why I am here? I asked her because of my birth. She said, “It was miracle” She continued the cure of sterility still she had me. It was very distressing; it was same with my father. But, one day, she became pregnant. My parents felt really happy, I heard. The doctor said “It is a wonder!”, but he said to her “You can not make a living like other expectant mothers. You must refrain from going out specially”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is start her living of a special pregnant woman. She took special attention in everything. For example, she could not go up and down the stairs, do not take exercises, but grow fat too much…etc. She entered hospital very early than other expectant mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born by Caesarean birth. My relatives were glad to my birth. It is very happy for me, because it is a fact that there were people which wait me. My mother had scar on her belly, but she said she can even love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only child for my parents. My mother said she thought she wanted other children for me. But I think it was good, because the fact of I am only child for my parents is the thing of they are only mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said, “When you were born, you were crying and everyone were smiling. Then, you must live your life that you will smile and everyone will cry when you will die” I think so too. I am thankful for my parents every my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Feb. 1988 is a memorable day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[354 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1140965849077347184?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1140965849077347184/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1140965849077347184' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1140965849077347184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1140965849077347184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/essay4-memorable-day-in-my-life.html' title='Essay#4 A memorable day in my life'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2390822862020405216</id><published>2009-06-03T11:37:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:47:55.970+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>It is the happiness in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SiiHVoSbehI/AAAAAAAAAM0/icMrVLXs2Mg/s1600-h/20090603195450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SiiHVoSbehI/AAAAAAAAAM0/icMrVLXs2Mg/s400/20090603195450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343669763536812562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a parfait of caramel and chocolate ice-cream. It is very high calorie I think! I am in a slimming diet, but I can not stop to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tasty♡&lt;br /&gt;I will try to slimming diet more hard after tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2390822862020405216?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2390822862020405216/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2390822862020405216' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2390822862020405216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2390822862020405216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-happiness-in-my-life.html' title='It is the happiness in my life'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SiiHVoSbehI/AAAAAAAAAM0/icMrVLXs2Mg/s72-c/20090603195450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5750186743366315246</id><published>2009-06-03T11:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:23:25.984+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Music Festival</title><content type='html'>Music Festival is the concert of KGU’s musical circle. My orchestra club will appear it with the mandolin club and guitar club. We will play popular songs. We practice everyday for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert is 27. June. 2009.&lt;br /&gt;[39 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5750186743366315246?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5750186743366315246/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5750186743366315246' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5750186743366315246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5750186743366315246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-festival.html' title='Music Festival'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1418264091772186192</id><published>2009-05-29T14:10:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:29:43.305+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-06: [Folk Tales From Around the World #Book 5]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9uujsrCYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AYxAaHdJD9s/s1600-h/20090529102110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9uujsrCYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AYxAaHdJD9s/s320/20090529102110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341109429220346242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has the 5 stories. &lt;br /&gt;-Cindererella&lt;br /&gt;-Puss in Boots&lt;br /&gt;-The Snow Queen&lt;br /&gt;-Apple of Idun&lt;br /&gt;-Aesop’s Fables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is 3rd book that I read this serial. There are some stories that I did not know in this book. “Puss in Boots” is I know the story’s name only. Then, I can enjoy reading it. This is story of wise cat. But, the man who keeps the wise cat is happy at end by the cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know about “Apple of Idun” This is a part of Norse mythology. Idun is a goddess of youth. If the apple of Idun is lost, the Gods will age, finally they will be died. This is a story over the apple and Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serial has 1-5 books I guess. But there are no 1 and 2 books on the EIEN book shelf. I guess someone borrow these. I am look forward to return 2 books, and I want to read.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9uzpqlBBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FD0INUEcjQU/s1600-h/20090529102127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9uzpqlBBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FD0INUEcjQU/s200/20090529102127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341109516721521682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[161 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1418264091772186192?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1418264091772186192/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1418264091772186192' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1418264091772186192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1418264091772186192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-1-06-folk-tales-from-around.html' title='Book Review 1-06: [Folk Tales From Around the World #Book 5]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9uujsrCYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AYxAaHdJD9s/s72-c/20090529102110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8242347858073985181</id><published>2009-05-29T12:09:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:13:19.366+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-05: [Folk Tales From Around the World #Book 4]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9SqkaYaQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TlHMQUUpr5Q/s1600-h/20090529102204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9SqkaYaQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TlHMQUUpr5Q/s200/20090529102204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341078574367009026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book has a story that I like the best. It is “The little Mermaid” There are other stories in this book. &lt;br /&gt;-The Pied Piper of Hamelin&lt;br /&gt;-The Fire Bird&lt;br /&gt;-The Steadiest the Solder&lt;br /&gt;-Beer Rabbit and the Tar Baby&lt;br /&gt;-Icaros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this book has many explanatory notes at the bottom of each page. It is the point that reader can feel easy to read I think. There are some idioms. I think it is very useful to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I moved by the story of “Icaros”. I know the story already, because I like reading the book of the Greek myths. And, there is the song about “Icaros” if I remember rightly.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you to read this story.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9Svt6nUGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/g4mHElPMnSM/s1600-h/20090529102216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9Svt6nUGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/g4mHElPMnSM/s320/20090529102216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341078662817468514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[121 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8242347858073985181?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8242347858073985181/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8242347858073985181' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8242347858073985181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8242347858073985181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-1-05-folk-tales-from-around.html' title='Book Review 1-05: [Folk Tales From Around the World #Book 4]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9SqkaYaQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TlHMQUUpr5Q/s72-c/20090529102204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-9069302259594608869</id><published>2009-05-29T11:36:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:38:30.019+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-04: [Folk Tales From Around the World #Book 3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9KZngqZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/y4l3faX7JqM/s1600-h/20090529102141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9KZngqZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/y4l3faX7JqM/s320/20090529102141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069487047861570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the book which I am pleased at the library. This book are serial, this is no.3.&lt;br /&gt;The 6 famous folk tales is written in this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories are…&lt;br /&gt;-The Bremen Town Musicians&lt;br /&gt;-Aladin&lt;br /&gt;-The Emperor’s New Clothes&lt;br /&gt;-Shakuntala&lt;br /&gt;-The Kangaroo and the Wombat&lt;br /&gt;-George and the Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you know this tales. I like “The Bremen Town Musicians”. &lt;br /&gt;I think the playing the music animals are very cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like “Aladin” too. I watched the movie “Aladin” of Disney. I yearn for the love of Aladin and princess Jasmine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is very easy to read because this book has only famous stories.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will read this serial.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9KfqM5MJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aksp78MCrj8/s1600-h/20090529102153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9KfqM5MJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aksp78MCrj8/s200/20090529102153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069590849466514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[114 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-9069302259594608869?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9069302259594608869/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=9069302259594608869' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/9069302259594608869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/9069302259594608869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-1-04-folk-tales-from-around.html' title='Book Review 1-04: [Folk Tales From Around the World #Book 3]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sh9KZngqZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/y4l3faX7JqM/s72-c/20090529102141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8297683090380462118</id><published>2009-05-24T13:24:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:34:18.571+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Taiyaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/ShofntLD-gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WljNBs7RT_c/s1600-h/20090524112138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/ShofntLD-gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WljNBs7RT_c/s320/20090524112138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339615075202497026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like taiyaki? So, my blog’s top image is this! Recently, I find shops selling taiyaki often. I went to “Taiyaki Koubou” at Hikarino-mori. I bought 4 taiyakis, normal taiyaki, taste of green tea, German potato, and custard cream. I like the custard the best. Why don’t you go to shop of taiyaki? There is other shop on the Hamasen bypass.&lt;br /&gt;[62 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8297683090380462118?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8297683090380462118/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8297683090380462118' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8297683090380462118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8297683090380462118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/taiyaki.html' title='Taiyaki'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/ShofntLD-gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WljNBs7RT_c/s72-c/20090524112138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2941392175989461049</id><published>2009-05-21T13:16:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:23:55.534+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Welcome Japan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/ShodVaBsnqI/AAAAAAAAALs/-LOdKJFPcJ4/s1600-h/20090521141706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/ShodVaBsnqI/AAAAAAAAALs/-LOdKJFPcJ4/s320/20090521141706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339612561802043042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who went to Texas for study came back to Japan! We met after about a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 precious friends in my class. It is Momo who came back to Japan; she is very good at singing. She has a boyfriend in America. We talked about own boyfriend each other. &lt;br /&gt;She gave me many candies and cosmetics made in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I will introduce other 2 friends. &lt;br /&gt;Tina is very cheerful girl, and Ayumi is calm. &lt;br /&gt;I love them so much! I feel happy I could meet them.&lt;br /&gt;[93 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2941392175989461049?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2941392175989461049/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2941392175989461049' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2941392175989461049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2941392175989461049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-japan.html' title='Welcome Japan!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/ShodVaBsnqI/AAAAAAAAALs/-LOdKJFPcJ4/s72-c/20090521141706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1689325434837703263</id><published>2009-05-15T12:09:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:12:12.338+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kikuchi Canyon</title><content type='html'>I went to the Kikuchi canyon. My boyfriend kept the promise when I asked him by GW.&lt;br /&gt;First, we arranged to meet each other at the front of KGU. We went to his local town; we took the breakfast at a park. Then, I found a stone in the shape of heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdEG2aMHI/AAAAAAAAALM/9SiRu1ZzjMw/s1600-h/20090512100449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdEG2aMHI/AAAAAAAAALM/9SiRu1ZzjMw/s200/20090512100449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882721155231858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was very fine day! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdaolwuGI/AAAAAAAAALk/AtpphvOvplQ/s1600-h/20090512131600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdaolwuGI/AAAAAAAAALk/AtpphvOvplQ/s200/20090512131600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335883108169332834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said “I want we will come to here at fall again”. I was sorry I put on high heel shoes; I could not walk so many. &lt;br /&gt;There are some waterfalls in Kikuchi canyon.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdMdyeUbI/AAAAAAAAALU/5i5CIUCoaNw/s1600-h/20090512125726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdMdyeUbI/AAAAAAAAALU/5i5CIUCoaNw/s200/20090512125726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882864751694258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdUG_lRKI/AAAAAAAAALc/Oy9VG6cjNFI/s1600-h/20090512131545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdUG_lRKI/AAAAAAAAALc/Oy9VG6cjNFI/s200/20090512131545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882996071613602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was very clear and cold. The temperature was cool a little. There were many couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I changed my cell-phone. My new cell-phone is better at taking picture than old. But I want to buy the digital camera because we go to many places of nice viewing.&lt;br /&gt;[143 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1689325434837703263?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1689325434837703263/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1689325434837703263' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1689325434837703263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1689325434837703263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/kikuchi-canyon.html' title='Kikuchi Canyon'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzdEG2aMHI/AAAAAAAAALM/9SiRu1ZzjMw/s72-c/20090512100449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-1265847567056193999</id><published>2009-05-12T15:49:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:53:04.233+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Essay3#My favorite animals</title><content type='html'>My favorite animals are big plant-eating animals. For example, there are elephants, giraffes, zebras, rhinoceroses, and so on. You know, we can see at a zoo these animals in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they have very long eye rush and kind eyes. And, they have the majestic atmosphere. I think the best good point of big plant-eating animals. Sure, I think the little plant-eating animals or the other carnivores are charming. But the big plant-eating animals have the big dignity. I can feel the fantastic nature when I see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like giraffes especially. I researched about it by Wikipedia. &lt;br /&gt;The giraffe’s zoological name is “Giraffa camelopardalis”. They cannot run fast because of they are the best tall animal in the world, they have long legs. And, they have many points of “the best” in the animals all over the world. Do you know? It is the blood pressure. They have the highest blood pressure in the animals live in the earth. There is the reason in the structure of the giraffe’s body. The interval of giraffe’s heart to brain is longest in the all of animals. It is about 2m. Then, they need the highest blood pressure in the world. They have long neck, but it is not only the long parts of body. The giraffes have a long tongue. It is about 40cm! They can eat leaves where the top of trees by the long tongue. Did you here their voice? I guess, you did not here it. Their voice is like cow, “moo”. But they announce the voice seldom, the animal handlers at zoo cannot even here their voice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was interesting what I researched about my favorite animals! Why don’t you research about your favorite animals by internet? Maybe, you will be interest in it more and more.&lt;br /&gt; [301 words]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is link to my diary about giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/zoo.html#links"&gt;anya&amp;#39;s field: Zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-1265847567056193999?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1265847567056193999/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=1265847567056193999' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1265847567056193999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/1265847567056193999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/essay3my-favorite-animals.html' title='Essay3#My favorite animals'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-3749752015141479736</id><published>2009-05-06T22:37:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:44:06.004+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The litte trip</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Yabe with my boyfriend. He picked up me at the front of my house in the morning. I took many pictures! I will write about the day with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to Mifune town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWAdprTjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/souPjZ7RH9M/s1600-h/20090506092315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWAdprTjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/souPjZ7RH9M/s200/20090506092315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335874961974971954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is “The Bridge of Melody”. There is the bridge near the musical college of Heisei. The ornament of parapet is like real trumpet. It is cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to the Tsujunkyo at Yabe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWVpnqY0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FL5LPZTkjqk/s1600-h/20090506102704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWVpnqY0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FL5LPZTkjqk/s200/20090506102704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335875325965001538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it? This is the old bridge for waterworks. It is famous that the drain water off from center of the bridge. &lt;br /&gt;Then, there is a waterfall near the Tsujunkyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWiFnjaII/AAAAAAAAAK0/1w9SW3G-e3Q/s1600-h/20090506111246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWiFnjaII/AAAAAAAAAK0/1w9SW3G-e3Q/s320/20090506111246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335875539639167106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name is “Grou-ga-taki”. It is very big waterfall, when we went to the basin of this, we poured a little water. I felt good. The waterfall is very beautiful viewing from the suspension bridge too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little trip was continued more. It is the Milk Farm at Mt. Aso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWq6NS5wI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GLw4chaDrBs/s1600-h/20090506140609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWq6NS5wI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GLw4chaDrBs/s200/20090506140609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335875691195066114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is like the zoo; there are many goats, sheep, cows, ducks, and horses. My boyfriend drank a bottle of milk, but I dislike milk, I just looked him. The animals are very cute, they are very friendly. &lt;br /&gt;This is cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzW2BA3I-I/AAAAAAAAALE/C5btE3aEUuY/s1600-h/20090506143342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzW2BA3I-I/AAAAAAAAALE/C5btE3aEUuY/s200/20090506143342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335875882000524258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was very fun for me, I thank him so much. Moreover, he promised with me “I will take you over to many place”. &lt;br /&gt;I am look forward to go to somewhere with him.&lt;br /&gt;[233 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-3749752015141479736?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3749752015141479736/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=3749752015141479736' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3749752015141479736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/3749752015141479736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/litte-trip.html' title='The litte trip'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SgzWAdprTjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/souPjZ7RH9M/s72-c/20090506092315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4230778687507035943</id><published>2009-05-01T11:34:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:42:53.318+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>I picked up this♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SfpheY7LKhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/v7QhuNLc08Q/s1600-h/%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AD%E3%83%BC%E3%83%90%E3%83%BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SfpheY7LKhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/v7QhuNLc08Q/s320/%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AD%E3%83%BC%E3%83%90%E3%83%BC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330680283661019666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this four-leaved clover when I went to go to a park with my boyfriend. He is surprised because I find a four-leaved clover often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4230778687507035943?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4230778687507035943/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4230778687507035943' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4230778687507035943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4230778687507035943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-pick-up-this.html' title='I picked up this♪'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SfpheY7LKhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/v7QhuNLc08Q/s72-c/%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AD%E3%83%BC%E3%83%90%E3%83%BC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4255321159786150352</id><published>2009-05-01T10:49:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:11:37.544+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>My Plan of This Golden Week 2</title><content type='html'>I think about my doing during this golden week again with my boyfriend. He said me he will take me over to Tsujunkyou. Do you know it? It is the old bridge for waterworks at Yabe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we will go there by his motorbike. I am looking forward to go out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[53 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4255321159786150352?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4255321159786150352/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4255321159786150352' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4255321159786150352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4255321159786150352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/golden-weeks-plan.html' title='My Plan of This Golden Week 2'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6874425104546866085</id><published>2009-04-25T11:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:46:41.904+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>My Plan of This Golden Week</title><content type='html'>I must get much money for job-hunting. Well, I should work hard in golden week, I guess. But, I feel bad I will work all days of this week. Maybe I will go out to somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Mt.Aso's "Daikanbou" at night. I guess it is cold and windy, but the stars in the night sky are very beautiful. I want to see it, if possible I want to go to with my boyfriend. My parents are grave about my curfew and keeping company with my boyfriend, I can not go to there. I am sorry, but I think I will be able to be with him a little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then, I must clean my room in this golden week! I want to sleep and study in clean room. I wish it will be fine during golden week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[142/1821 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6874425104546866085?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6874425104546866085/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6874425104546866085' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6874425104546866085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6874425104546866085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-plan-of-this-golden-week.html' title='My Plan of This Golden Week'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5615051816454502462</id><published>2009-04-22T19:32:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:27:34.888+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>I went to Fukuoka pref.</title><content type='html'>In this morning, I waked up at 07:00pm. It is same time I have to do so when I have the class of 1st period. Well, I must go to Omuta alone. My friend comes to the station Omuta, but I felt little uneasiness till she came to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 3 hours to arrive at the station Tenjin from the station South-Kumamoto.&lt;br /&gt;We went to “Across Fukuoka”, and we listen to the introduction of personnel affairs each enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the explanation, we go to underground shopping area. I found funny place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7-SZAucCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sm9QXbhrAy4/s1600-h/%E6%B2%B3%E7%AB%A5%E3%81%AE%E6%BB%9D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7-SZAucCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sm9QXbhrAy4/s320/%E6%B2%B3%E7%AB%A5%E3%81%AE%E6%BB%9D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327475001130905634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the objet d'art of river sprites.&lt;br /&gt;We go to the café, look at this picture; I ate this ice-cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se74EbuzqNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/scOFoKJeXgc/s1600-h/%E3%83%90%E3%82%A6%E3%83%A0%E3%82%AF%E3%83%BC%E3%83%98%E3%83%B3%E3%81%A8%E8%8B%BA%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AC%E3%83%BC%E3%83%97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se74EbuzqNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/scOFoKJeXgc/s320/%E3%83%90%E3%82%A6%E3%83%A0%E3%82%AF%E3%83%BC%E3%83%98%E3%83%B3%E3%81%A8%E8%8B%BA%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AC%E3%83%BC%E3%83%97.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327468164273121490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was ordered by my friend, maybe it is the strawberry crape.&lt;br /&gt;The cold dessert was pretty good because I was tired from much walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am in KGU’s 14th building. I got back Kumamoto at 18:00pm. &lt;br /&gt;I was very tired, but I could find the company what I want to submit a job application. I think today is good, I could enjoy job hunting a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[182 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5615051816454502462?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5615051816454502462/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5615051816454502462' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5615051816454502462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5615051816454502462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-to-fukuoka-pref.html' title='I went to Fukuoka pref.'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7-SZAucCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sm9QXbhrAy4/s72-c/%E6%B2%B3%E7%AB%A5%E3%81%AE%E6%BB%9D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6016984826307825933</id><published>2009-04-21T19:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:01:35.564+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Job hunting</title><content type='html'>I am apt to forget, I am a student in job hunting. &lt;br /&gt;I will go to the seminar of job hunting at Fukuoka pref. tomorrow. I am looking forward to meet the business enterprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write the diary after I will get back Kumamoto.&lt;br /&gt;[45 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6016984826307825933?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6016984826307825933/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6016984826307825933' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6016984826307825933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6016984826307825933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/job-hunting.html' title='Job hunting'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-8585934881715252878</id><published>2009-04-21T16:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:02:37.363+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Today’s lectures</title><content type='html'>Today is strange weather. It was rainy and I felt cold a little in the morning, it is fine little by little to the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I studied the introduction to language literature today. The professor takes up the subject of Japanese. For example, there are the difference of dialect words, the difficulty of Japanese grammar, and the birth of languages. &lt;br /&gt;I am interested in this class now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot to buy the textbook! I will buy that by next class.&lt;br /&gt;[82 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-8585934881715252878?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8585934881715252878/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=8585934881715252878' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8585934881715252878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/8585934881715252878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-lectures.html' title='Today’s lectures'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6487695887496717463</id><published>2009-04-20T21:44:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:31:28.218+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-03: [A midsummer Night's dream]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sexwo4yGJMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fjQnM93mRUY/s1600-h/NEC_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sexwo4yGJMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fjQnM93mRUY/s320/NEC_0672.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326756307012035778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A midsummer Night's Dream was written by William Shakespeare, middle of 1590'. This story is very famous drama of comedy. There are nobles, craftsmen, and fairies in the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main characters are two men, two women, and a craftsman. The woman loved by two men but other woman loves the one side man. In this story, the composition are messed by fairy's magic. For example, two men love the other women, the crafts man are change his head to a donkey's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is very funny to you I guess. Why don't you read this book? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[97 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6487695887496717463?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6487695887496717463/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6487695887496717463' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6487695887496717463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6487695887496717463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-1-03-midsummer-nights-dream.html' title='Book Review 1-03: [A midsummer Night&apos;s dream]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sexwo4yGJMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fjQnM93mRUY/s72-c/NEC_0672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5312303476708222351</id><published>2009-04-20T21:34:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:32:02.993+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Essay2: Description of my treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sext02N7A-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/uoaoMnEBPDk/s1600-h/NEC_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-alt:"MS Mincho"; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Century; 	panose-1:2 4 6 4 5 5 5 2 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@ＭＳ 明朝"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0mm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	text-align:justify; 	text-justify:inter-ideograph; 	mso-pagination:none; 	font-size:10.5pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:Century; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;}  /* Page Definitions */  @page 	{mso-page-border-surround-header:no; 	mso-page-border-surround-footer:no;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:99.25pt 30.0mm 30.0mm 30.0mm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:標準の表; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0mm 5.4pt 0mm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0mm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My treasure is the pair of earrings. These are the precious earrings which my friend gave me on my birthday. The shape is heart, the color is pink gold, and the little gems are attached to these one by one. I was pleased with this pair of earrings soon when I received it from my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have many accessories, but I had not pretty earrings. I guess she took many time to choose it for me. Because it is very cute, my friend thought hard about my interest I think. She said, “I thought the gold earrings first because the gold suit with your suntanned skin. But I guess you don’t have some accessories of pink gold. Do you like this?” I said, “I’m sure! Thank you!”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was glad to get the earrings, but it is not only. I was happy to what my friend remembered my birthday. And, there was the fact of the blessing to me, I was very glad. So, perhaps my treasure is not the earrings, it is my friend’s true heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I said “My treasure is the pair of earrings”, but I think I change my treasure.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My treasure is my friends. I want to wear these earrings carefully; I don’t forget my friend’s feeling for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have many friends like her. I am happy I have many treasures! I think my friends more glitter than any jewels. I think I will precious my friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It is all the story of my one of the treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;[154 words]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5312303476708222351?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5312303476708222351/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5312303476708222351' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5312303476708222351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5312303476708222351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/essay2-description-of-my-treasure.html' title='Essay2: Description of my treasure'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Sext02N7A-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/uoaoMnEBPDk/s72-c/NEC_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2888682243690823000</id><published>2009-04-20T18:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:02:05.426+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Calorie is enemy!</title><content type='html'>I am on a slimming diet because I grew fat recently. I will write the something what I do for a slimming diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I do not eat supper.&lt;br /&gt;The calorie of supper is easy to absorb to our body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I use the steps however there is the classroom at the 7th floor of 11 building.&lt;br /&gt;A healthy slimming diet is not start without exercises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I choose the low calorie drinks.&lt;br /&gt;The carbonated drinks or fruit juice are very high calorie. But 100% fruit juice is good for our body, I choose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to continue the things, I will be slim body.&lt;br /&gt;Well, “PEPSI NEX ZERO CALORIE” is not “ZERO CALORIE”, did you know? That is only “low calorie”. If you drink large of it, you have a little of calorie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[132 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2888682243690823000?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2888682243690823000/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2888682243690823000' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2888682243690823000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2888682243690823000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/calorie-is-enemy.html' title='Calorie is enemy!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2277149321256392796</id><published>2009-04-17T11:28:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:57:57.835+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-02 [The Story of Pirates]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SefqDeqmwJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hndQFKMHgBk/s1600-h/pirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325482429881172114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SefqDeqmwJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hndQFKMHgBk/s320/pirates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I stopped in the middle of reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many words for me; it is difficult to read for me. I will write the review to the middle I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is very grotesque! There are a stand for hanging, swords, cannons, and bloods in the book. I feel bad when I read this book because there are many battle scenes in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike battles. I turn my eyes away from battle scenes on some movies or books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote bad things, bad I like “The Pirates of Caribbean”. It is the movie starring Johnny Depp. I played the theme of “The Pirates of Caribbean”, there is very enjoyable music.&lt;br /&gt;The book of “The Story of Pirates” is more bizarre than the movie of “The Pirates of Caribbean” I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[139 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2277149321256392796?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2277149321256392796/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2277149321256392796' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2277149321256392796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2277149321256392796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-1-02-story-of-pirates.html' title='Book Review 1-02 [The Story of Pirates]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SefqDeqmwJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hndQFKMHgBk/s72-c/pirates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-4395991574324666349</id><published>2009-04-13T17:19:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:58:13.864+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-01 [Samurai]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeL12J5iLfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sdQsxAP8phI/s1600-h/samurai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324088020224323058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeL12J5iLfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sdQsxAP8phI/s320/samurai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book. It is book about Samurai. Samurai is the Japanese warrior old age. It is famous because of Hollywood movie “Last Samurai” starring Toｍ Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is introduced the life of Samurai in this book. The pictures are very beautiful, and the English is easy to read for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy what I do not living in this age. Because, age of Samurai is very strict! First, there were many battles. Next, the position of women was very humble. In this age, the women with a high position could not marry by own intention. The women were the tool for political tactics only. I think cruel the men too. Because they had to go battle field when they have order by their general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote bad things, but I think age of very beautiful. The samurai in the age lived strong. Maybe, samurai had most strong purpose all age of Japanese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[157 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-4395991574324666349?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4395991574324666349/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=4395991574324666349' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4395991574324666349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/4395991574324666349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-1-01-samurai.html' title='Book Review 1-01 [Samurai]'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeL12J5iLfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sdQsxAP8phI/s72-c/samurai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-7108694477076454064</id><published>2009-04-12T17:21:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:33:08.898+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeL3dluAzdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ulPWnV5dJis/s1600-h/%E3%81%8D%E3%82%8A%E3%82%93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeL3dluAzdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ulPWnV5dJis/s320/%E3%81%8D%E3%82%8A%E3%82%93.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324089797218717138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the zoo of Kumamoto pref. The zoo is at near the lake Ezu. The day is very fine day; I was enjoying watching animals. I like zoo since I was little child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the picture. I like giraffe. He has very kind eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[47 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-7108694477076454064?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7108694477076454064/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=7108694477076454064' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7108694477076454064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/7108694477076454064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeL3dluAzdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ulPWnV5dJis/s72-c/%E3%81%8D%E3%82%8A%E3%82%93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-2352525893073999570</id><published>2009-04-10T12:07:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:57:11.319+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Essay1 Self Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeLsJbqS3EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/blMclIrURHc/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeLsJbqS3EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/blMclIrURHc/s320/cookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324077356293479490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how are you? My name is Anya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stay to you for 6 weeks. Its short I think, but I am so happy to be a member of your family. I will write about me. Please know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a student of KGU. KGU is the university at Kumamoto prefecture, Japan. We can learn and enjoy many things at KGU.I major in to the department of English and American studies. I study skill of English, the culture, how to communication and so on. I belong to the orchestra club. I play the Bass. I like music the best!! My campus life is very fun because I enjoy club activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cooking. Especially, I like to bake pound cake. I bake the cake often. Do you like cooking? I want you to tell me how to cook your cooking. I want to be skillful at cooking because I want to be girly. I will be good at Japanese cooking by I will visit to you. I think I want to cook something with you. Well, I attach the picture of cookies I made to this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like music very much. I like listen to music sure, I like playing music. Do you like music? If you like music, I want to enjoy music with you. I practice the violin, another bass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to be a member of your family. I want to be your daughter; I want to be your friend and your child. I want to enjoy learning English in your family. Please tell me English for everyday use. I want to know English which Japanese student does not study at desk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there some substances what I prepare before I will go to you? I will feel easy when you will give me the list of necessities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! I am looking forward to see you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya.S&lt;br /&gt;[315 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-2352525893073999570?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2352525893073999570/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=2352525893073999570' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2352525893073999570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/2352525893073999570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/essay1-self-introduction.html' title='Essay1 Self Introduction'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SeLsJbqS3EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/blMclIrURHc/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-853276737188224571</id><published>2009-04-07T11:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:56:05.245+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A little happy♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SefvbdfzyUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GjHNgB9cwxI/s1600-h/clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325488339442452802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SefvbdfzyUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GjHNgB9cwxI/s320/clover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the four-leaved clover at 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; building's flower bed! I was happy when I found this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my friend this picture of four-leaved clover. Because she was in sad. She said "Thank you anya, I will be fine" . It is I was happy when she said so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[50 words]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-853276737188224571?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/853276737188224571/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=853276737188224571' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/853276737188224571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/853276737188224571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-happy.html' title='A little happy♪'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SefvbdfzyUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GjHNgB9cwxI/s72-c/clover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-5694751505309281776</id><published>2009-04-05T15:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:45:10.352+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Welcome to KGU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SdhNCo54QoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MZlDGwpY3pI/s1600-h/NEC_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SdhNCo54QoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MZlDGwpY3pI/s320/NEC_0660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321087667473498754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3, 2009, today is entrance ceremony. I welcomed freshmen in the capacity of orchestra; we enjoyed playing “Pomp and Circumstance”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KGU’s orientation for incoming freshmen is very successful. The orientation is the invitation of circle activities. &lt;br /&gt;KGU is the free university; the executive committee manages KGU student’s autonomy.&lt;br /&gt;The circle activity is very good for to enjoy campus life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined our orchestra club’s orientation. I feel the freshmen are very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, “Let’s enjoy campus life with us!”&lt;br /&gt;[82 words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-5694751505309281776?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5694751505309281776/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=5694751505309281776' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5694751505309281776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/5694751505309281776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-kgu.html' title='Welcome to KGU!'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SdhNCo54QoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MZlDGwpY3pI/s72-c/NEC_0660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3300231093101975139.post-6266726813066315891</id><published>2009-03-31T18:13:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:45:46.169+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Springtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SdhNj4Vc2AI/AAAAAAAAAIo/shqS2QkSInU/s1600-h/200903231756000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-alt:"MS Mincho"; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Century; 	panose-1:2 4 6 4 5 5 5 2 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@ＭＳ 明朝"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0mm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	text-align:justify; 	text-justify:inter-ideograph; 	mso-pagination:none; 	font-size:10.5pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:Century; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;}  /* Page Definitions */  @page 	{mso-page-border-surround-header:no; 	mso-page-border-surround-footer:no;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:99.25pt 30.0mm 30.0mm 30.0mm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:標準の表; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0mm 5.4pt 0mm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0mm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I can feel spring nowadays. Because of we can see cherry blossoms at many places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I like to admire cherry blossoms at spring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you have some plans of going to see the cherry blossoms? I think the cherry blossoms efflorescence this year is unusually early. I suggest you going to see it hastily!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Well, I will talk about my circle activity during spring vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I belonging to the orchestra club, I play the contrabass. The contrabass is big stringed instrument; the shape is like the violin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have 2 performances at March. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-Medical Phil Harmony Orchestra 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Concert was March 15, 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The programs are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 42pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-Symphony No9 / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CS"&gt;Antonín Leopold Dvořák &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 42pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CS"&gt;-Overture „Leonore“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CS"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 42pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-The Graduation ceremony of our university was March 19, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The programs are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 42pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt; Pomp and Circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; / Edward William Elgar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt; Auld Lang Syne&lt;/span&gt; / Scotland folk song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;ＭＳ 明朝&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;By the way, Medical Phil Harmony Orchestra is organized by medical students at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kumamoto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I like this orchestra member. I want to play with them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have a plan of going to see the cherry blossoms with my orchestra club member soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I practice the contrabass in anticipation it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Century;" lang="EN-US"&gt;[197 words]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century;font-size:10;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3300231093101975139-6266726813066315891?l=anyasfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6266726813066315891/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3300231093101975139&amp;postID=6266726813066315891' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6266726813066315891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3300231093101975139/posts/default/6266726813066315891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anyasfield.blogspot.com/2009/03/springtime.html' title='Springtime'/><author><name>anya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13433462524353574578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/Se7wkkM0zjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8tAjKEneFJ0/S220/%E3%81%9F%E3%81%84%E3%82%84%E3%81%8D%E3%81%8F%E3%82%93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBsTu4lKD5s/SdhNj4Vc2AI/AAAAAAAAAIo/shqS2QkSInU/s72-c/200903231756000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
