<?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-12307969</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:07:38.009+09:00</updated><title type='text'>AYUMI's WORLD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113824500137917779</id><published>2006-01-26T11:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:10:01.396+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>The year is almost over!  Yes!  Today is the very last day of the classes and I missed the first period as usual.  Nooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a new job over this coming holiday, hopefully&gt;_&lt;  I've been serching for a nice one for quite a long time and I'm now thinking to go for a job at a BAR!  What do you think, you guys?  I don't know many kinds of alcohol so I think it's gonna be little hard at first.  But I want to have something interesting job this time!  Definitely Not a Tonkatsu Shop!!! No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go abroad during this holiday as Yuri going to Italy but it costs A LOT!!  I'm gonna try to get enough money for it up until next vacation in summer and I will be in somewhere in Europe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great plesure to be with you guys and Adam this year!  Thank you for everything! &lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be in the same class with most of you guys next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113824500137917779?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113824500137917779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113824500137917779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113824500137917779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113824500137917779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2006/01/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113819767546583433</id><published>2006-01-25T22:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:02:48.586+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Story of the Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A Surprise Party &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/DVC00360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/DVC00360.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was still in November when Nana and I first came to an idea giving Yuri a surprise party during the trip. The trip was from Dec. 21st to 25th and her birthday is 25th. Yes! It's Christmas. Nana and I definitely wanted to take the party on her birthday but we knew we would be on the bus back home on that day. We had many ideas for the party and planned very carefully and finally dicided to have it on the second day at night. Of course, we strickly kept it secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nana and I brought so many stuff, like candles, adornments, illumination lights, and a white spray. We also had a present for Yuri that we got at Disney Land; a stuffed doll of Stich. Because she is a great fan of Stich, it wasn't so easy to pick one out of so many goods and every time I heard Yuri saying "Cute" or something, Nana and I were secretly communicating with eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On the second day at night, we, three girls arrived at the hotel aroud midnight. We were totally exhausted. While Yuri was unpacking her stuff, Nana and I didn't do anything. That way, we thought, she would be taking shower first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When she finnaly went into the bath, Nana and I jumped up and started decorating the room with the stuff we brought. We were really in hurry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Happy 20th Birthday Yuri!!" We said to her with crackers when she opened the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The surprise was in success. She was very much surprised that we organized it without making her notice. That was so much fun and we took lots and lots of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113819767546583433?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113819767546583433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113819767546583433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113819767546583433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113819767546583433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-story-of-trip.html' title='Another Story of the Trip'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113808494373755223</id><published>2006-01-24T15:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:09:43.313+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;　 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/DVC00369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/DVC00369.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As Yuri said, we, Nana, Yuri and I went to Tokyo together last Cristmas!&lt;br /&gt;To make the trip cheapest, we went there by night bus. It was totally damn and Nana and I didn't get enogh sleep, while Yuri was dreaming of Mickey and Minnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we were very much exhausted from the bus trip, once arrived and saw Disney Land, we got very excited and completly forgot about the tiredness we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fist day, we were in Disney Land. Because it was a weekday, there wasn't any crowd in the park at all and we were able to enjoy most of the attractions there by 3. What lucky girls we were!! The only thing that made us so disappointed was the electrical parade was canceled because of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, we went to Disney Sea which is next to Disney Land. It was the national holiday so that there were a lot more people than yesterday. We, however, slept over that morning and when we arrived there, it was already 11. Luckily we tried all the attractions that we wanted to do, including the new one. Everything was so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, we were in the beds until 10. Yes! We slept over AGAIN!! Even WORSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it was already 3 when we were finally free from our luggages. We were sarching for lockers for like an hour and a half, going back and forth between stations. That made us get boring and loose our excitment for the sightseeing in Tokyo City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ANYWAY, I had soooooooo much fun with Yuri and Nana out there! I wish we could have stay there for few more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/DVC00371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/DVC00371.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113808494373755223?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113808494373755223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113808494373755223' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113808494373755223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113808494373755223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-to-tokyo.html' title='Trip to Tokyo'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113444825810912074</id><published>2005-12-13T13:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:59:27.696+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Even if grown up in a same culture, men and women gain different ways of expressing themselves. This difference of the communication styles between men and women come from the natural characteristics of each gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Since women love to chat, they expand conversations from a single question while men rarely ask questions more than they need. Men usually ask questions only to get information and thus they expect simple “Yes” or “No” answers. On the other hand, women often ask questions for which they already know the answers so that they develop their talk further more. For example, when a woman saw her friend who had his/her hair cut, she would definitely ask him/her, “Did you have your hair cut?” Needless to say, she knows the answer for it. Her primary purpose is not to have an answer, “Yes” but to keep talk going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Whereas women try to emphasize stories by using various word choices, men tell stories and facts in most concise way. Men prefer to have results first and then they are eager to know the processes. Therefore, when women add too much emotions and senses to their stories, it becomes difficult for men to keep their mind concentrated on the main point. Women, however, take care of processes rather than the results. To share experiences that they had and to tell how they felt, women decorate their stories with numbers of words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113444825810912074?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113444825810912074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113444825810912074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113444825810912074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113444825810912074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/12/contrasting.html' title='Contrasting'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113430899605294614</id><published>2005-12-11T22:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:49:56.066+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HW for Scott</title><content type='html'>In Scott’s class, we watched 30 Days series again and this time was focused on straight man and gay man.  First of all, as the introduction says, “homosexuality” is a clinical term.  Much of the prejudice against lesbians and gay men is based on stereotypes and lack of information.  In this video clip, a straight guy, Ryan has to do live with a gay man whose name is Ed for the next 30 days.  Ryan is very Christian and is against gay men because the bible says homosexuality is sin.  He was little worried about what would happen to between him and the gay man at first.  For Ed, he was also anxious to have a room mate. &lt;br /&gt;Before I watched this clip, I had no idea about the Castro District in San Francisco but it taught me that the town is notorious for gay men town.  There were flags colored with rainbow colors and those colors stand for gay in the U.S. (not sure)&lt;br /&gt;Ryan visited a church that allows gay men to attend the meetings.  Since I’m not a Christian, I don’t think homosexuality is a sin but Ryan doesn’t think that way.  He met a lady, Reverend Penny at the church.  When he was asked why he thinks homosexuality is sin, he answered that’s because the bible says so.  Then he was also asked what if it was reverse and heterosexuality was sin, he said nothing.  From this conversation, I found Ryan has difficulty understanding gay men/homosexuality because he is not in that position. &lt;br /&gt;As Ryan and Ed spent more time, Ryan gradually feels comfortable being around gay men.  I think that’s because he knows much more about Ed and how the family member of homosexual people feel about them.  I think to experience a complete different type of life has great influence on people.  It was hard time for Ryan to live around gay men for 30 days but he said it was meaningful in the end.  I think to eliminate the prejudice of homosexuality needs people to know what it is and get closer to those people so that there’ll be no discrimination over homosexuality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113430899605294614?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113430899605294614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113430899605294614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113430899605294614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113430899605294614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/12/hw-for-scott.html' title='HW for Scott'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113401349465090612</id><published>2005-12-08T12:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:59:09.806+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Once You Open the Door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Once you open the door, you’ll feel fresh air from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Once you open the door at the beginning of the year, you’ll make new friends there.&lt;br /&gt;Once you open the door for your job interview, you’ll find yourself doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;You have more and more doors waiting you to open in the future.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what will be there beyond them until you open them.&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be afraid of knocking and opening the doors but Don’t Be.&lt;br /&gt;See what’s going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Sure you’ll be OK.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you had bad day, that’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;There’ll be your family inside of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you open the door...&lt;br /&gt;Once you open the door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113401349465090612?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113401349465090612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113401349465090612' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113401349465090612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113401349465090612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/12/once-you-open-door.html' title='Once You Open the Door...'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113250260558707577</id><published>2005-11-21T01:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:03:25.633+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HW for Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER SIZE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;In the latest three classes, we saw a movie, “Super Size Me” though I missed the first part.  This movie is directed by Morgan Spurlock who is also a director of the movie, “30 Days” and we’ve already watched this one.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I saw Super Size ME DVD at the rental shops, I got very interested in it and was eager to watch it but I never tried.  But I finally came to check it out in classes. &lt;br /&gt;Generally, it was quite good in terms of teaching me that how the obese situation caused by fast food in the US is going on.  I just can’t believe that 2 out of every three adults are overweight or obese and over 37% of American children and teens are carrying too much fat on them.  How come such unbelievable situation occurred?  The answer is because of the fast food products, especially McDonald’s.  It is so popular fast food that ALL Americans, even little kids know its name and most of them have eaten them at least once! &lt;br /&gt;Many Japanese people also go and have some McDonald’s but there aren’t as many fat people in Japan as in the US.  The difference is how often people have them.  I don’t know how many times Japanese people have McDonald’s on average but as for me, I rarely eat fast food and I think it’s about once a month or less now.  I used to have McDonald’s 3 times a week or more when I was a senior student of high school and that’s because there was McDonald’s in front of the cram school.  It’s reasonable and FAST!!  I ate and ate and ate… and ended up having health problems. &lt;br /&gt;I think Americans need to care about their health more and more.  When Morgan interviewed strangers on the road in the film and asked them what the calorie is, none of them was able to answer it.  I was very surprised.  In Japan, people especially women so much care about the calorie that they take and they have strong self-control on diet.  Compared to them, it seems Americans have less self-control over the diet they eat than Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;I think all American people should watch this movie and realize what would happen after eating too much fast food.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113250260558707577?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113250260558707577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113250260558707577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113250260558707577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113250260558707577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/11/hw-for-scott.html' title='HW for Scott'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113220443518295980</id><published>2005-11-17T13:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:13:55.200+09:00</updated><title type='text'>In Class Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Just as English has connotations, Japanese also has some connotations and I would like to show you the different usage of the words, meaning 'overweight' in Japanese.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Girls in Japan often ask their friends, "Do you think I'm overweight?" even skinny girls do so.   Ofcouse, nobody expects to hear the answer, "YES" and nobody wants to say directly that she is fat.  Then, what they tell her is either 'fukuyoka' means voluptuous or 'kenkouteki' means healthy.  That way, she doesn't feel bad hearing those words even they still mean that she is little overweight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I think this connotation is everywhere in the world, especially for women but Japanese has much more ways to say one thing than other cultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113220443518295980?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113220443518295980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113220443518295980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113220443518295980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113220443518295980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-class-work.html' title='In Class Work'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113219591523366142</id><published>2005-11-16T23:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:49:55.543+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As most of you know, Yuri, Nana and I are members of sweets sisters which is not a club, nor circle but we just created for ourselves enjoying having lots of sweets!! We are too good friends and always chatting over some sweets all the time. Since Nana had been in the hospital for a while, we missed her for like a month. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first time after a long break, we, Yuri, Nana, and I finally had sweets activity today but this time was a special one! We went to see a movie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The plan was to see the movie, called "In Her Shoes" and we were really looking forward to see it!! Howere, though we rushed to the theater from the station, the tickets were already sold out when we arrived. That was unbeliebable!!!!! We were such poor girls;-( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before long, we got over from the shock and decided to have dinner together instead of movie. On the way to the restaurant, I saw a poster of a movie that I desired to watch and I said, "woo, that's what I wanna see sometime!" Nana got interested in it after reading the brief summary, so did Yuri. Here we were back to the plan, watching a movie but a different one - Elizabethtown. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was awesome:) I'm not gonna tell you about the story in case you will see it later. I highly recommend you to watch it sometime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/141650334X.09.LZZZZZZZ[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/200/141650334X.09.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/images[50].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 39px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/200/images%5B50%5D.jpg" width="51" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/index_btn05_on[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/200/index_btn05_on%5B1%5D.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/images[50].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 55px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/200/images%5B50%5D.0.jpg" width="56" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/29m[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/29m%5B1%5D.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113219591523366142?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113219591523366142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113219591523366142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113219591523366142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113219591523366142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/11/ysweetsy-as-most-of-you-know-yuri-nana.html' title=''/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113207008253555963</id><published>2005-11-15T22:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:08:27.293+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMERGENCY    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/images[3].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="93" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/images%5B3%5D.0.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yesterday, I had first experience of being carried by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMBULANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Wow!I know it sounds seriously but I’m ok now so I tell you about the detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Because I’m very weak at getting up in the mornings, I’m running out of the time for breakfast almost every day and I always have something like a rice ball on the way to the uni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yesterday was the same as usual. When I was on the first train, I felt sick and I thought that was from being in the crowd. While I was walking and waiting for the traffic light to change, I felt really really poorly or even I had a foreboding that i was going to be uncounscious so i decided to sit down right next to the crosswalk to rest myself. Fortunately, there was also a police box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Before long, one of the police man approached me and asked me, "what's wrong!?" and i said i felt bad. Then he said, "why don't you rest in the office, there?" When i stood up to go in there, I fell over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For few seconds, i wasn't sure what was going on but all the police men told me i looked seriously pale and i should go and see doctor. They called the ambulance immediately and it brought me to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I had blood test, cardiogram and infusion there. I really thank for everyone who helped me!!! One thing i'm not happy with is that the nurse have failed injecting on my left wrist once and it still hurts!!!;-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Anyway this is all about the happening from yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been carried by ambulance?? why???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113207008253555963?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113207008253555963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113207008253555963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113207008253555963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113207008253555963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/11/emergency-yesterday-i-had-first.html' title=''/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113198625442010117</id><published>2005-11-15T01:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T01:37:34.436+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence Inventory</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;2.  Why is society interested in your intelligence and schooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I think society would prefer intelligent people to those who are not because it is believed that those people tend to make use of their own knowledge and develop the society/economy.  People develop their adaptability to the society and the ability to get along with surrounding people well.  That's why the government provides nine-years compulsory education where every child is given chances to develop their own abilities equally in many ways.  It won't be useless having interectual abilities in some way.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  Do you think intelligence is fixed at birth or is it constantly changing?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I think intelligence is both fixed at birth and constantly changing.  The potential ability is inherited from parents, for example, spatial intelligence(on of the Gardner's eight types of intelligence) but at the same time, it could also be developed as practicing.  In the other type of intelligence formulated by Sternberg, for instance, contextual intelligence is constantly changing as experiencing hardships again and again.  I think intelligence level is perpetually increasing as time goes by.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;4.  How has your education affected your intelligence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The education I've been taking for many years greatly affected my intelligence in many ways, especially linguistic intelligence.  I'm sure the English education started from junior high has biggest influences on it.  If the English classes were not provided, I would not have been studying any foreign languages in my life.  Not only English but the educaion also led me to be able to use my own mother ongue, Japanese properly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113198625442010117?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113198625442010117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113198625442010117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113198625442010117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113198625442010117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/11/intelligence-inventory.html' title='Intelligence Inventory'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113155116754648570</id><published>2005-11-09T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:09:14.813+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; This lovely little dog is my cute sister, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVI☆&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She is gonna be 4 yrs old next month and it's been about 3 yrs and a half since she became the member of my family. I was gonna give her a name and my idea was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"VIVIEN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It seemed alright for everyone except for my mom. She said it's easier to call her just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"VIVI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and mom's idea was adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/DVC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="294" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/DVC00165.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think Vivi ranks 5 of us including herself and it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1, my dad&lt;br /&gt;2, my mom&lt;br /&gt;3, my older sis&lt;br /&gt;4, herself&lt;br /&gt;5,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If she had the ability to speak, she would say exactly the same thing. Although she thinks that way, she often behaves more gently to me than to my sis and I think that's because my sis always treats Vivi as a stuffed doll. In this picture, you can see the way how my sis plays with Vivi...poor her:-(( but...don't you think it looks very funny!? :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi is really crazy about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chikuwa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(fish paste cooked in a bamboo-like shape), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kamaboko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(steamed fish paste) and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! She has a special ability to identify the sounds of rapping films for chikuwa and kamaboko. Whatever she's doing, sleeping or playing, once she hears that sound, she rushes to the kitchen and she never reacts to the other noise that sounds the same for people. It seems impossible for you to imagine but it is true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/DVC00255.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/DVC00255.0.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/DVC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/DVC00258.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/1600/DVC00259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1036/320/DVC00259.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113155116754648570?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113155116754648570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113155116754648570' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113155116754648570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113155116754648570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dog.html' title='my dog'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-113077028952736903</id><published>2005-10-31T23:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:51:29.540+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TONKATSU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part Time Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm working at a tonkatsu shop as a waitress in Kyoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;I found this job by failing at the interview of starbucks coffee shop so I wasn't interested in it at first (oh, well, I'm still not!).  Anyway, this is my first time having part time job.  It's been almost 2 months and so far, I'm doing well.  Yet I don't feel comfortable being around my working companions.  Everyone except me has been working for more than at least a year and they are really good friends and because of my shyness, I'm still pretending to be a quiet girl around them.  I think I gotta open up my heart and get along with them otherwise I might quit the job... to be honest, I'm searching for another job that will pay better wage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;If you have something good news, please let me know, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-113077028952736903?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113077028952736903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=113077028952736903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113077028952736903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/113077028952736903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/10/tonkatsu.html' title='TONKATSU'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112949986442987763</id><published>2005-10-17T06:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:57:44.436+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HW for Scott</title><content type='html'>Having seen a movie...           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Henry Roth, whose habit is meeting and having lots of island fling, is an animal doctor in Hawaii.  He doesn’t fall in love with anyone for a long term period.  One day, when he came up in a café to have his breakfast, he saw a cute girl over his seat.  He felt something in his heart.  That girl was Lucy from local area.  He managed to have breakfast with her and they talked up until the lunch time.  It was obvious that they both liked each other and they promised to have breakfast together next day again. &lt;br /&gt;              Henry was very excited on the way coming back to the café to sea Lucy.  When he saw her again, Lucy got upset at him talking to her without distances.  She did not remember him or even know him at all.  Then he came to know about her brain condition.  Lucy had been in a big accident about a year ago.  Because her brain was damaged badly, she lost short-term memory and can not remember the things happened after that accident and so her life is stopping at October 13th of last year.  She lived the same days for last couple of months doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;              Her family, dad and brother, tells us how her life is going.  They follow the same routine every single day trying not to confuse her.  Once her dad noticed about Henry, he told to stay away from his daughter otherwise he would mess her mind up.  At first, Henry was kind of at a loss but he really liked her so he tried every single idea to hook her up.  It sometimes worked and sometimes didn’t. &lt;br /&gt;              The important scene of this movie goes…when Lucy was having her breakfast at the café just as same as the other days, she found a police getting a ticket on her car outside of the café.  Then she saw the news paper said it was not October 13th.  She was really confused and run away back to her home.  Her dad explained to her about the accident and she did nothing but cried out. &lt;br /&gt;              Henry made a video tape for Lucy to let her realize about her condition by checking it and it seemed to be working well on her.  Gradually Lucy started to keep her diary to remember him and they seemed doing well.  But then she ended up burning it to forget about him because she thought there’s no future for her. &lt;br /&gt;              Somehow, Lucy was dreaming of him every night and she sort of remembered him.  When Henry noticed about this, he rushed up to her and asked her if she knew him. &lt;br /&gt;              At last, they got married and got a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I think this movie tells you that even if the memories are lost, they can be also reproduced over and over again.  You should never give up on someone you really like.  As you go for it, there will always be some way following.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112949986442987763?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112949986442987763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112949986442987763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112949986442987763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112949986442987763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/10/hw-for-scott.html' title='HW for Scott'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112806020594933788</id><published>2005-09-30T14:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:03:25.960+09:00</updated><title type='text'>H.W. for Scot's class</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.  What did you think aout the first episode of "30 Days"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I first saw this episode of “30 Days”, I was little behind from others because I missed the first part of it.  I was little confused whether Morgan and Alex truly live on minimum wage or not.  Then I knew it was just a pretending story though they really lived on it for 39 days.  I think to know how it would be like living in that way, and to think about people who are practically living on minimum wages are good thing to improve the situation and make their lives little easier, but did Morgan and Alex go through exactly the same hardship as people in the real world?  I think the answer is NO.&lt;br /&gt;It is true that they had hard period of 30 days living on minimum wage and had no luxuries or even they were lack of necessities.  Also I’m sure they knew that hard time would not last forever.  For the people who are really living in this way, there would be a huge field of hopelessness ahead of them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2.What if you could live someone else's life for just 30 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If I could live as a famous actress for 30 days, my life would be totally different.  My life now is like repeating the same thing everyday during the weekday but as a famous actress, I think my schedule would go crazy and there would be no free time for myself.  Then I would be down and feel depressed all the time.  I won’t be able to go shopping naturally, or even I won’t be able to date with someone like I do now because it would soon be a big news.  I would have to be hiding at any places at any moments.  I can’t stand up with such busy, stuffy, and uncomfortable life even for 10 days!!!  Experiencing someone’s life would not be easy for me but I really think that it is important to know and learn about somebody’s way of living.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112806020594933788?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112806020594933788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112806020594933788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112806020594933788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112806020594933788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/09/hw-for-scots-class.html' title='H.W. for Scot&apos;s class'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112796950417811840</id><published>2005-09-29T13:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:52:48.760+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One of the common gestures in Japan is formed by putting your hands on your head with sticking your index fingers into the air. That way it looks like a demon using your index fingers in place of its horns. It means that someone you saw or someone you were talking to is angry or in a bad mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For example, when your dad comes back from work in an ill-tempered mood and you want to tell your mom that he would easily get angry without making him aware, you just make this gesture. Also, you can make an expression that shows her to BE CAREFUL or gives some warning. Then, it would work more effectively. If you try to tell somebody else, make sure the person you are taking about doesn’t see you so that you are on the safe side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112796950417811840?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112796950417811840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112796950417811840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112796950417811840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112796950417811840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/09/gestures.html' title='Gestures'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112729255079825721</id><published>2005-09-21T17:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:44:02.700+09:00</updated><title type='text'>after having studied about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haricane Katrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that 2/3 of people in New Orleans were black people and many of them were poor. Why is this situation happening? Why did the government leave the people without helping right after the haricane was gone? If it were happening in, for example, New York city, I think the government would start helping people immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I read an article said that police officer closed a bridge leading down to a safe place. They tried not to let the people in New Orleans flee to the white areas. I felt very sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;I think for people in New Orleans, no signs of recovery from the terrible flood would seem hopeless and they would feel mad for sure.  Somebody from other states should take an action and save the millions of people who are now living on the messed streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your reaction to this unbelievable disaster?  And what do you think of the people in New Orleans?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112729255079825721?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112729255079825721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112729255079825721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112729255079825721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112729255079825721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-having-studied-about.html' title='after having studied about...'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112680891320001142</id><published>2005-09-16T03:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T03:28:33.206+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Inventory</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q3.  What do friends mean to your happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are all in all to me.  I mean they play an important role in my daily life.  I don’t think I can spend even a day without either talking or contacting with them.  They make me happy.  I always have fun when I’m talking, being silly, and hanging around with them so that I laugh a lot and a lot.  Laughing makes me happy as well.  Thus friends bring happiness to me a lot and they are very important for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q6.  What do you want to do to maintain your health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have regulated life cycle, enough sleeping, balanced food, and moderate exercise to keep my body healthy.  Those activities mainly maintain physical health and surely they all play important parts but when I think of my mental health, I want to have lots of fun and laugh a lot.  As I mentioned before, laughing makes me happy.  It removes me from unhappiness.  I believe I would be really healthy if I take all of them into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q10.  What would it take to make you happy now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy if I always stay optimistic and stop thinking negatively.  Having read those theories of happiness, I realized that being unhappy means no good to me and it would bring me unhappiness.  I believe there would regularly be a happy time after experienced an unhappy time.  The key point is not to care so much about the bad things that make me unhappy and always have positive attitude toward my future.  I think I’d better follow this idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112680891320001142?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112680891320001142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112680891320001142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112680891320001142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112680891320001142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/09/happiness-inventory.html' title='Happiness Inventory'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112671564653490168</id><published>2005-09-15T00:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T02:00:22.446+09:00</updated><title type='text'>summary of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today, I got my &lt;strong&gt;driver's license&lt;/strong&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nyway, it is long time no blogging since I made the last one. SO, I'm gonna tell you how my summer vacation went up until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;irst, I entered at the driving school, quite close to my home, in this August. For the first part of the classes, I attended almost everyday because I had no big plan for this summer and I finished the first part in about 10-days!! I know that was fast!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was doing well by this stage....BUT my summer days got crazy busy from the middle of August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;verything happened in a very short time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he baseball team of my high school got a chance to entry to the KOSHIEN game by winning in the Kyoto trials. My friends and I went to see and cheer the players for many times and they did really really really well. My school, Kyoto Gaidai Nishi High got the second place of all the high schools in Japan!! Isn't it great or what!?!?!? All the games they played were so much exciting and I had lots of fun there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ummmm......&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;I got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;part time job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...finally!!! I'm working at a &lt;em&gt;'tonkatsu' &lt;/em&gt;restaurant in Kyoto. Though I'm working there, I've never had chance to eat foods served at that shop so I don't know how it taste:-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n spare times from those busy days, I continued getting the driving classes done little by little. I passed all the test without failing and I got the license today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his is how the vacation went as a whole.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OHHH, this blog must be the longest one I've ever made!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112671564653490168?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112671564653490168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112671564653490168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112671564653490168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112671564653490168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/09/summary-of-summer.html' title='summary of summer'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112169957013009531</id><published>2005-07-18T23:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:17:06.190+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COCKROACHES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They are the most disgusting, nasty, ugly and dirty creatures in this whole world. Needless to say, I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; them. What is the worst creture that makes me feel sick? &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;- it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;COCKROACHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Few days ago, when I was sick, a cockroach showed up in my room for the first time in 9 years. At first, I was very much shocked that this nasty creature finally came up to my room and I was frozen for a while. I called out for a help to my mom but when she got to my room, it was too late. It dissapeared into somewhere but in my room. I didn't want to stay with it in a same room so I escaped from there for some time. After I came back, it was there, under the magazines. I stopped for a sec to make up my mind. Get the tissue box. And Hit it. The first attack didn't do much and it was moving around!!! I felt shvers. I hit it more harder and it seemed to be dead this time. I took out many tissues and tried to grab it BUT it started to run away. It was still alive even it had been attacked for two times. The third attack finally killed it. I was surprised with the strength of its life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that cockroach was desperate to escape from my attack but I was desperate to get it away from me, as well. I feel sorry for killing it but I really hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;COCKROACHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112169957013009531?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112169957013009531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112169957013009531' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112169957013009531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112169957013009531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-fighting.html' title='Another Fighting'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112153647246213736</id><published>2005-07-17T02:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:56:17.750+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WINNER☆☆</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;p until yesterday, I was very sick and was not really able to get out of my house but I was seriously worried about my attendance points at the college so I forced myself to go to school on Friday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen I went out, it was so humid out there and because I had been sick and had not gone out for few days, I lost my strength easily and the heat nearly killed me. Every time I got to each station, I thought I should give up trying to go further and go back home soon, but I kept goin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll my classmates were surprised at me being there:-P I was so happy to come back to the class but unfortunately I was too exhausted to chatt with them. As I got back home, I was really tired but I felt much much much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow, I'm the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I won against the virus that made me sick for this entire week!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;or everyone who left comments on my blog, sent me e-mails, or kept notes from the classes for me, &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; so much for concerning and taking care of me. I appreciate all your kindnesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112153647246213736?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112153647246213736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112153647246213736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112153647246213736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112153647246213736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/07/winner.html' title='WINNER☆☆'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112133762197247309</id><published>2005-07-14T19:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:35:27.936+09:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the famous festivals in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GION FESTIVAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kyoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; has three famous festivals and this is one of them. From today, many kinds of stalls like crepe, frankfurt, takoyaki, fried chicken, are set on the street during night time. This is so much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!! But the &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; thing is that hundreds of thousands of people gather and fill the street!! There will be no space around you.  You will probably get stepped on your foot again and again.  AND it's gonna be very &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;humid&lt;/span&gt; there.  Still GION festival is very fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I planned to go on 16th this year  and I was looking forward to have fun but I can't get out of the bed;-(  I wanted to wear a new yukata, which my mom bought for me;-(  I'm soooo sad;-((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now my head is getting heavy.  I'd better go back to bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112133762197247309?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112133762197247309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112133762197247309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112133762197247309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112133762197247309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-of-famous-festivals-in-japan.html' title='One of the famous festivals in Japan'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-112117737144989944</id><published>2005-07-12T22:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:09:31.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've got a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since last sunday and it's getting worse and worse now;-(   I got fever for two days so I went to see a doctor today.  The doctor gave me tones of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEDICINEs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-D  Yet I feel sooooooo ILL!!!   I feel sooooo unluchky!!!  Who else has got a cold in this hot summer!!??!?!?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please somebody help!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think I will get into a big trouble because I missed a lot of classes this semester.  One of my teachers, Adam, told me that it won't be so big problem but I might get worse grade.  And now I'm little worried about the other classes.  I don't want fale the classes:-(  I want to go on to the higher grade next year with my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-112117737144989944?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112117737144989944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=112117737144989944' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112117737144989944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/112117737144989944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/07/end-of-world.html' title='The End of the World'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-111815348337429892</id><published>2005-06-07T22:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:18:43.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last Sunday, I went to a live which was produced by my friend's band--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT SONIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. He was my senior from my high school and he is now my senior in this college, too!!! I have had chances to see his lives before but not for this last year so that was the one after long time blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On that day, his band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;released&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the first maxi single CD. They held the live as a big anniversary event and that was greatly filled with excitement. All people there were dancing and moving around. It was really, really,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was very much impressed by his efforts to make his dreams come true. I think to find a sponsor and to be adopted by the company weren't so facile, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE MADE IT!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isn't that great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I hope the band, HOT SONIC will be more popular someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and if you were interested in it, ask me anytime either in class or on the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-111815348337429892?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111815348337429892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=111815348337429892' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111815348337429892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111815348337429892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/06/live.html' title='LIVE'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-111786938473674501</id><published>2005-06-04T15:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T16:19:01.696+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Blurb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I promise that I will never get fat wherever I stay or however long I stay there."&lt;/strong&gt; Ayumi said to her friends before she was gone to New Zealand for a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ayumi kept her promise for the first month. But after getting used to the foods there and knowing how yammy cookies there were around her, she completely forgot about what she promised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did Ayumi get fat when she got back to Japan?&lt;/strong&gt; -- yes! &lt;strong&gt;Definitely YES!!&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;How much?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will she ever be able to loose her weight?&lt;/strong&gt; The answer is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-111786938473674501?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111786938473674501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Nonesense Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Noopy was ruinfing down a street,&lt;br /&gt;klooing down on the street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;domping dumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ruinfing down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Noopy notched a hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And she was ruinfing around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;snochy snachy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mellanging the hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Noopy was ruinfing back with the hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly, she swecked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in front of an old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That man minks like chappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Noopy defiliried the hat to the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Noopy is ruinfing down the street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;domping dunping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ruinfing down the street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;snochy snachy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;neagling for a ligence again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-111647104914063058?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111647104914063058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=111647104914063058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111647104914063058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111647104914063058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/05/nonesense-poem.html' title='Nonesense Poem'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-111625958033431220</id><published>2005-05-17T00:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:09:31.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE RESTAURANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had a big lunch today with my friends, Yuri, Nana, and Rami. we went to a chinese restaurant located in hirakata station, near our university. all foods served at that restaurant were awesome:-)) we ate as much as we wanted for only &lt;strong&gt;￥1300&lt;/strong&gt; each!! and now i feel kind of sick from eating too much:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because i've been eating a lot recently, i'm gaining a lot and lot of weight:-( no------- i must get on a diet plan seriously!! noh, &lt;strong&gt;i don't care---------!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;hehe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you have some recommendation for a &lt;strong&gt;good priced&lt;/strong&gt; smorgasbord, plz let me know and i will try that for sure:-目 then i'll get more and more of weight on me:-((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-111625958033431220?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111625958033431220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=111625958033431220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111625958033431220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111625958033431220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/05/chinese-restaurant.html' title='CHINESE RESTAURANT'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-111582292554381363</id><published>2005-05-11T23:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:40:45.390+09:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDEN WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm 19 now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my golden week has gone so quickly that i wasn't really able to get my homework done in that week. anyway, i had very busy days over the last two weeks. i met many friends after long time no seeing, went shopping few times, and had BBQ with all my family relations.&lt;br /&gt;the biggest event that i had in this vacation was...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on may 5th!! that day was &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;:-)) many friends (both my old friends and my new friends in IES class) sent me e-mails congrtulating and some made phone calls. everyone said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AYUMI' and i WAS really HAPPY being a birthday girl:-目 and what's more, my friends from IES class gave me and Yoshiko, who had her birthday in april, a totally surprising birthday cakes last friday when we had dinner together!(unfortunately, Yoshiko could't come because she was ill) i was really HAPPY again being congratulated.&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU GUYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-111582292554381363?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111582292554381363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=111582292554381363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111582292554381363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111582292554381363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/05/golden-week.html' title='GOLDEN WEEK'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-111457171880148183</id><published>2005-04-27T11:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T12:15:18.803+09:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy BUSY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recently, I've been very busy;-( My teachers give me lots and lots of homework everyday and I have to get them done after I come back home late from school. I really wanna live close to the university so that I can save my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, I get  up early in the morning like 6:30 and leave home around 7:30... I used to leave home one hour later than now! I can't believe myself that I haven't been late for the classes up until now!!! I'm proud of myself:-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I gotta go to get an icecream with my friend, Yuri before the bell ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-111457171880148183?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111457171880148183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=111457171880148183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111457171880148183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111457171880148183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy BUSY!!!!'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-111400741821091961</id><published>2005-04-20T23:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:32:03.310+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this blog hate ME!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My very first blog has been dead already;-( I mean I wasn't able to sign in to my last blog!!! I had to make another one. And this is the second one! The NEW one!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway I have to get my homework done so I'll come back later when I finish hw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-111400741821091961?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111400741821091961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=111400741821091961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111400741821091961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111400741821091961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-this-blog-hate-me.html' title='Does this blog hate ME!?'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307969.post-111400649776087963</id><published>2005-04-20T23:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:15:19.833+09:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST POSTING I've ever made!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;welcome to my blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AYUMI's WORLD"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm very happy to have you reading my first posting! Since this is my first time creating a website on my own, it might not look as nice as the other sites but please please please don't escape from my site!! I've come to make my own website in my IES class with my teacher, Adam and my classmates!! There will be several my ideas, events from my life or even my feelings on this site:) I really appreciate if you could make a comment to my postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307969-111400649776087963?l=ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111400649776087963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307969&amp;postID=111400649776087963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111400649776087963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307969/posts/default/111400649776087963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuminintheiescafe.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-posting-ive-ever-made.html' title='FIRST POSTING I&apos;ve ever made!!!'/><author><name>ayumi☆aimy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214953572795885723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
