<?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-2902360067633196756</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:00:49.852-08:00</updated><category term='A Strawberry'/><category term='Food I like　'/><category term='reading'/><category term='The teaching profession'/><category term='Christmas and New Year'/><category term='WEI'/><category term='list'/><category term='Music'/><category term='NEWSPAPER'/><category term='MY DREAM'/><category term='A giraffe'/><category term='Today&apos;s class'/><category term='SNACK'/><category term='diary'/><category term='Mistake'/><category term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><category term='dairy'/><category term='A Chair'/><category term='movie'/><category term='essay'/><category term='essay preparation'/><category term='Golden Week'/><category term='Book review'/><category term='A CRANE'/><category term='A Briefing Session'/><category term='My hobby'/><category term='The Rainy Season'/><category term='VACATION'/><category term='SYLLABUS'/><title type='text'>forest of koppe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-4253988870527940817</id><published>2009-01-29T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:09:37.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-13</title><content type='html'>I read “Nicky Upstairs and Down”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky that was a cat lived with his mother. When Nicky was upstairs room, his mother called his name. Nicky went down the stairs. When Nicky was downstairs room, his mother called his name. Nicky went up the stairs. One day, Nicky hid because going up and down the stairs tired Nicky out. His mother looked for Nicky. Finally, Nicky stopped in the center of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky was smart cat. &lt;br /&gt;This book was interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（81）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4253988870527940817?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4253988870527940817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4253988870527940817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4253988870527940817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4253988870527940817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-13.html' title='Book Review 2-13'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4888950081221029448</id><published>2009-01-29T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:30:27.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SYGNF1sqKDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TkE3m5GjYUc/s1600-h/090129_1854~01-731840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SYGNF1sqKDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TkE3m5GjYUc/s320/090129_1854~01-731840.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296669768217667634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read “CAT TRAPS”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat was the hero of this book. &lt;br /&gt;A cat trapped to get snack. However, the cat did not get snack easily. Finally, the cat could get snack from the owner of the cat.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the cat was cunning. &lt;br /&gt;I am allergic to animal, so I can not touch animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（56）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4888950081221029448?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4888950081221029448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4888950081221029448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4888950081221029448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4888950081221029448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_29.html' title='Book Review 2-12'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SYGNF1sqKDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TkE3m5GjYUc/s72-c/090129_1854~01-731840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-5784808715730555561</id><published>2009-01-28T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:49:44.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>MR　2-6　Mission Impossible</title><content type='html'>The hero of this movie was Ethan Hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was the member of IMF. He went to Prague due to a mission. Jim Phelps and Claire Phelps and Sarah Davies and Hannah and Jack were gathered in Prague as the member of the mission. Jim Phelps commanded them. They had to get back a CIA list which was very important. Ethan and Sarah and Hannah and Jack sneaked into a party. However, unexpected accident occurred. The member except Ethan was killed in succession. He was very upset. He met Kittridge in a restaurant. Ethan knew that it was the mission to find a traitor who was inside IMF. Kittridge doubted Ethan. Ethan ran away. However, survivor in the member was not only Ethan. Claire who was wife of Jim lived. They decided to search for the traitor. Ethan knew the existence of a person. The person’s name was Max. Ethan met Max. Max had a list, but the list was not real list. Originally it was a plan that Max got the real list from the traitor. Ethan decided to steal the real list to know the traitor. Ethan and Claire let two persons join them. Their name was Krieger and Luther. They disguised as fire fighter, and they sneaked into the headquarters of CIA. They succeed in stealing the list. Ethan knew that Ethan’s family was arrested as the suspects of a crime. However, the arrest was false. Ethan telephoned Kittridge. Jim suddenly appeared in front of Ethan. He was safe. He said Kittridge was the traitor. However, Ethan began to see through the truth. Kittridge got an envelope. Train ticket was put in the envelope. It was a plan that Ethan delivered the real list to Max in the train bound for Paris. Ethan got into the train. Kittridge got into the train, too. Ethan had stuck the real list on down Max’s seat. Max said that the traitor appeared in the freight train. Ethan made Claire go to the freight train. Jim appeared in front of Ethan and Claire. Ethan knew that the traitors were Jim and Claire and Krieger. However, the fact that Jim lived came out to Kittridge. Jim tried to run away from the train. Ethan ran after Jim. Jim tried to get into a helicopter which Krieger operated. Finally, Ethan blew up the helicopter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content of this movie was very difficult for me. However, I could enjoy this movie. This movie made me uneasy. However, I thought that this movie was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（424）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5784808715730555561?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5784808715730555561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5784808715730555561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5784808715730555561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5784808715730555561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr6.html' title='MR　2-6　Mission Impossible'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6439727152236945115</id><published>2009-01-28T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:09:22.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Bread</title><content type='html'>There is a machine to bake bread in my house. My mother often use the machine. This morning, I ate bread that was baked with the machine. It was delicious. I spread honey on bread. I like honey very much.&lt;br /&gt;I like bread very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（45）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6439727152236945115?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6439727152236945115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6439727152236945115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6439727152236945115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6439727152236945115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/bread.html' title='Bread'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7705927307224140389</id><published>2009-01-28T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:16:30.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SYBEvuxsJ5I/AAAAAAAAADE/RfQwdu8wDcA/s1600-h/090128_2041~01-774128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SYBEvuxsJ5I/AAAAAAAAADE/RfQwdu8wDcA/s320/090128_2041~01-774128.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296308748588689298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read “Watch Your Step, Mr.Rabbit”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rabbit read newspaper, so he did not notice road work. He went into the road  that was painted in concrete. He could not move. People that was around him helped to him. &lt;br /&gt;We must confirm our step when we walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often stumble. I must be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（55）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7705927307224140389?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7705927307224140389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7705927307224140389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7705927307224140389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7705927307224140389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_28.html' title='Book Review 2-11'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SYBEvuxsJ5I/AAAAAAAAADE/RfQwdu8wDcA/s72-c/090128_2041~01-774128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-70628936055881917</id><published>2009-01-24T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:25:12.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-10</title><content type='html'>I read “Singer Wanted”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters of this book was Jenny and Faye and Daniela and Gemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and Daniela knew that Faye's band looked for a new singer. Daniela was interested in singing, so she wanted to become the new singer of Faye's band. Gemma wanted to become the new singer, too. Faye and band members made sure of their singing ability to choose the new singer. Daniela could not sing well, while Gemma could sing well. Gemma was chosen as the new singer. Jenny and Faye liked Daniela's singing. Gemma joined in Faye's band. However, she was very selfish. Faye asked Daniela to become the new singer. Finally, Daniela became the new singer of Faye's band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading. This book was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（131）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-70628936055881917?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/70628936055881917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=70628936055881917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/70628936055881917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/70628936055881917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-10.html' title='Book Review 2-10'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2049362026909100126</id><published>2009-01-24T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:12:43.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>☆2008☆</title><content type='html'>I visited New Zealand in August of last year. I spent a month in New Zealand. It was homestay program, so I have stayed in host family's house for a month. My host family was always kind to me, so I had very good time. I visited various places. For example, Sky tower and Auckland Museum. I very enjoyed the days when I spent in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined about New Year and Christmas in New Zealand. New Zealand is a country of the southern hemisphere, so New Year and Christmas in New Zealand come in summer. This is the most different point between New Zealand and Japan. Most of Japanese think that time of New Year and Christmas are very cold, but New Year and Christmas of New Zealand are not cold. The days of December and January are very long, so New Zealanders often have barbecues. New Zealanders eat special Christmas lunches or dinners at Christmas, and most New Zealanders eat Pavlova which is a traditional dessert of New Zealand. Pavlova is very sweet dessert. According to my host father, New Zealanders do not eat turkey much at Christmas. Instead, New Zealanders eat ham or roast chicken rather than turkey. He also said that most New Zealanders goes to church at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;December 26th is Boxing Day. The origin is Britain. Boxing Day means the day of present which was sent in Christmas. People put small change or a small gift in a box, and they gave it to employees, postmen, newspaper carriers, and so on. Recently, New Zealanders recognize Boxing Day as the day when most New Zealanders open present which were received the previous day. Boxing Day is not in Japan, but the day is a holiday in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;As New Year’s Day is very hot, New Zealanders celebrate their New Year with fireworks. New Year’s Day is a public holiday in New Zealand. January 2nd is New Year’s holiday, and the day is a special day in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;There is Maori’s New Year. The name is Matariki, which means constellations. Matariki means the start of new life and celebration of New Year for Maori. Maori wish for future prosperity to the constellations. People of Maori grandly celebrate New Year, and it is strongly succeeded to the present New Zealanders. Various events about culture of Maori are held in many places. New Zealanders celebrate Matariki. New Zealanders value New Year and Christmas very much.&lt;br /&gt;New Zealanders seem to celebrate Christmas grandly, and New Year and Christmas are important events for New Zealanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had very good time in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（441）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2049362026909100126?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2049362026909100126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2049362026909100126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2049362026909100126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2049362026909100126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008.html' title='☆2008☆'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1760203447032711110</id><published>2009-01-23T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:18:25.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>I took tests today. The subject was “Speaking”and “International society and Japan” . They are required credits. I want to pass the tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must hand in a report next week, so I prepare for the report in this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（40）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1760203447032711110?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1760203447032711110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1760203447032711110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1760203447032711110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1760203447032711110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-924735750202392079</id><published>2009-01-23T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:31:17.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-9</title><content type='html'>I read “Elmo Says ACHOO” and “B is for Books”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the illustration of these books was very cute, so I decided to read these books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Elmo Says ACHOO ”&lt;br /&gt;Elmo had a present. Elmo intended to give the present to Oscar. Elmo sneezed suddenly. Elmo could not stop sneeze. Elmo gave the present to Oscar. The present was a stinkweed plant. Oscar looked glad. However, Oscar sneezed, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“B is for Books”&lt;br /&gt;The content of this book was about kind of book. For example, historical book and literary work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illustration of these books was very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（99）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-924735750202392079?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/924735750202392079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=924735750202392079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/924735750202392079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/924735750202392079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-9.html' title='Book Review 2-9'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-5950576605928333128</id><published>2009-01-15T05:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:15:37.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SW82QEdMOUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fdJwBa_cmWU/s1600-h/090115_2210~01-752437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291507736885606722" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SW82QEdMOUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fdJwBa_cmWU/s320/090115_2210~01-752437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read “Biscuit Finds a Friend”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I decided to read the book because the illustration of the book was very cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;One day, a dog whose name was Biscuit helped a little duck that was lost. Biscuit returned the duck to pond. They readily made good friends. Biscuit found a new friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I thought that Biscuit was very cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I has a dog as a pet. The dog's name is Azuki. Azuki is very cute. I think that dogs are very cute. However, I can not touch dogs because I am allergic to animals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;（95）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5950576605928333128?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5950576605928333128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5950576605928333128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5950576605928333128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5950576605928333128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_15.html' title='Book Review 2-8'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SW82QEdMOUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fdJwBa_cmWU/s72-c/090115_2210~01-752437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-7736705097083387809</id><published>2009-01-14T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:55:13.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Drive</title><content type='html'>I got driver's license about one years ago. I often go to school by my car. However, it is very hard for me to drive. I am very nervous when I drive. I must pay attention to safe drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（40）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7736705097083387809?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7736705097083387809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7736705097083387809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7736705097083387809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7736705097083387809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/drive.html' title='Drive'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7628949350677146966</id><published>2009-01-13T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:13:54.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-7</title><content type='html'>I read “Hamster Chase”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters were Peter and Archie and Amy. They kept a hamster in their classroom. The name was Mikey. Amy made a sneeze. Mikey ran away. Peter and Archie and Amy tried to catch Mikey. However, they could not catch Mikey easily. They hit on a good idea. They decided to use sunflower seeds to catch Mikey. Finally, They could catch Mikey safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（68）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7628949350677146966?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7628949350677146966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7628949350677146966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7628949350677146966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7628949350677146966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-7.html' title='Book Review 2-7'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1633324682758059161</id><published>2009-01-12T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:37:12.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Very cold</title><content type='html'>I do not like cold, so I am very weak in winter. It is very cold today. It snowed, and strong wind blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to shopping mall to buy return gifts, and I went to the house of my relatives. I ate sushi. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（47）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1633324682758059161?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1633324682758059161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1633324682758059161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1633324682758059161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1633324682758059161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-cold.html' title='Very cold'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1153807356559384744</id><published>2009-01-11T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:16:17.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><title type='text'>Quick post</title><content type='html'>Today is Coming-of-Age Day. A coming-of-age celebration is held in many places. People who participate in the coming-of-age calabration wear Kimono.&lt;br /&gt;Most Japanese cook rice with red beans in celebration. Steamed rice with red beans is traditional food of Japan. It is cooked in celebration. I like it very much. My grandmother cooks it in celebration. It is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（65）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1153807356559384744?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1153807356559384744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1153807356559384744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1153807356559384744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1153807356559384744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-post.html' title='Quick post'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4661002418518952589</id><published>2009-01-11T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:56:22.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SWqPULt_HdI/AAAAAAAAACw/eDorazW3uQY/s1600-h/090112_0925~01-772804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290198289205894610" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SWqPULt_HdI/AAAAAAAAACw/eDorazW3uQY/s320/090112_0925~01-772804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read “Bones”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Various information on bones was written in this book. I could study about bones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I have never broken bones. However, my brother has broken his right arm. He seemed to be very painful. Fracture is serious injury. I intend to pay attention to injury and diseases. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;（49）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4661002418518952589?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4661002418518952589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4661002418518952589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4661002418518952589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4661002418518952589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_55.html' title='Book Review 2-6'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SWqPULt_HdI/AAAAAAAAACw/eDorazW3uQY/s72-c/090112_0925~01-772804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-8826343544649808275</id><published>2009-01-11T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:40:08.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SWqPNWk5zRI/AAAAAAAAACo/UM64hWwWXXY/s1600-h/090112_0923~01-744201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290198171861503250" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SWqPNWk5zRI/AAAAAAAAACo/UM64hWwWXXY/s320/090112_0923~01-744201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read “Arthur and the New Kid”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;The hero of this book was Arthur. Norbert was a transfer student. Norbert looked like excellent student, so Arthur could not become friend with Norbert. However, Arthur knew that Norbert was very friendly. Arthur could make friends with Norbert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;The illustration of this book was very cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;（54）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-8826343544649808275?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8826343544649808275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=8826343544649808275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8826343544649808275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8826343544649808275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_11.html' title='Book Review 2-5'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SWqPNWk5zRI/AAAAAAAAACo/UM64hWwWXXY/s72-c/090112_0923~01-744201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-8737574848473811079</id><published>2009-01-10T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:04:20.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My favorite vegetables</title><content type='html'>I like vegetables very much. I like salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tomato-&lt;br /&gt;I like tomato very much. I especially like tomato juice which my mother made. It is very delicious. My father often gets tomato from acquaintance who grow tomato, so I often eat tomato. Tomato is my favorite vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese cabbage-&lt;br /&gt;I like chinese cabbage. I often eat one-pot dish cooked at the table. Chinese cabbage is my favorite vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pumpkin-&lt;br /&gt;I like pumpkin. I especially like miso soup which pumpkin is put in. It is very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents grow many vegetables, so I can eat fresh vegetables. I like vegetables very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（103）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-8737574848473811079?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8737574848473811079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=8737574848473811079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8737574848473811079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8737574848473811079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-vegetables.html' title='My favorite vegetables'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6031300928053586031</id><published>2009-01-09T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:53:54.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Mission Impossible     essay preparation</title><content type='html'>The hero of this movie was Ethan Hunt. Other characters were Jim Phelps and Claire Phelps and Sarah Davies and Hannah and Jack. They were the member of IMF. They were gathered in Prague as the member of a mission. They had to get back a CIA list. However, the member except Ethan was killed in succession.&lt;br /&gt;Kittridge said that it was the mission to find a traitor who was inside IMF. Kittridge doubted Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan knew that Claire lived. They decided to look for the traitor.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan met a person. The person's name was Max. Originally it was a plan that Max got the real list from the traitor. However, Max had fake list. Ethan decided to steal the real list from the headquarters of CIA to know the traitor. Krieger and Luther participated in Ethan's plan.&lt;br /&gt;They succeed in stealing the real list from the headquarters of CIA.&lt;br /&gt;Jim suddenly appeared in front of Ethan. Jim lived. He said that Kittridge was the traitor.&lt;br /&gt;However, Ethan began to see through the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It was a plan that Ethan delivered the real list to Max in the train bound for Paris. Kittridge got into the train because he got an envelope that the train ticket was put in. Ethan had stuck the real list on down Max’s seat. Max said that the traitor appeared in the freight train. Jim appeared in front of Ethan and Claire who was in the freight train. Ethan knew that the traitors were Jim and Claire and Krieger. The fact came out to Kittridge. Jim tried to run away from the train. Ethan ran after Jim. Jim tried to get into a helicopter which Krieger operated. Finally, Ethan blew up the helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（291）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6031300928053586031?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6031300928053586031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6031300928053586031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6031300928053586031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6031300928053586031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/mission-impossible-essay-preparation.html' title='Mission Impossible     essay preparation'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2330971829714737367</id><published>2009-01-08T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:12:35.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>MR 2-5 The Mask</title><content type='html'>A hero of this movie is Stanley. He worked at a bank in Edge City. He was a bank clerk. One day, a beautiful lady came to the bank. He fell into love. Her name is Tina. Tina said that she wanted to make a bank account. However, her aim it was different. She hid a camera in her bag. Her boyfriend is a gangster. His name is Dorian. Dorian planned bank robbery.&lt;br /&gt;Stanley went to Coco Bongo with his friend. A party was held in Coco Bongo. However, he could not enter Coco Bongo. He met Tina outside of Coco Bongo. Tina was a singer in Coco Bongo.&lt;br /&gt;He thought he found a drowning man on his way home. He tried to help the man. However, it was not real man. Instead, he found a mask. He put on the mask on his face in his house. Just then, he transformed to a green mask man. The green mask man was very strong and of a spirited disposition. The mask man rushed out of the room. The next day, Stanley thought that yesterday’s occurrence was dream. However, it was not dream because a policeman came to his house. The police man asked him if he noticed something unusual. Stanley realized that yesterday’s occurrence was not dream.&lt;br /&gt;The night, he put on the mask again. He transformed to the mask man. The mask man decided that he go to meet to Tina. The mask man committed a robbery at the bank where Stanley worked before he went to meet to Tina. The mask man went to Coco Bongo. The mask man danced with Tina. The mask man was very good at dancing. Dorian knew that the mask man committed robbery before Dorian did. The mask man was pursued by Dorian.&lt;br /&gt;Tina came to the bank where Stanley worked. She said that she wanted to meet to the mask man. Stanley said that she could meet the mask man. Tina could meet the mask man at a park. The mask man was chased by policemen. The mask man escaped from policemen. A journalist who is Stanley’s acquaintance helped him. However, she took him to the place where Dorian was. Stanley’s mask was taken by Dorian, and he was dropped in front of police station.&lt;br /&gt;Stanley slipped out of the jail, and he left for Coco Bongo. A party was held in Coco Bongo. Dorian put on the mask, and he transformed to a mask man. Dorian beat his boss. Tina was caught by Dorian. Stanley kept a dog. The dog deprived Dorian of the mask. Stanley put on the mask, and he transformed to the mask man. He beat Dorian, and he helped Tina. This movie was very interesting. I thought that the mask man is good at dancing very much. The mask man was very cheerful character. I enjoyed very much.&lt;br /&gt;（485）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7208mr5.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2330971829714737367?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2330971829714737367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2330971829714737367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2330971829714737367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2330971829714737367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/mask.html' title='MR 2-5 The Mask'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-8559801676039915565</id><published>2009-01-08T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:14:28.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Toy Story</title><content type='html'>There are two heroes in this movie. Their names are Woody and Buzz. Woody is a toy cowboy. Buzz is the newest toy. He is a toy space ranger. Other main characters are Hamm and Rex and Slinky Dog and Mr. Potato Head. They are also toys. However, they are not mere toys. They can talk with each other. Andy is a boy who likes toy very much. Sid is very bad boy because he transforms his toys. He lives next to Andy’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy has many toys. He likes Woody in particular. He is moving soon, so his mother holds his birthday party before moving. Andy’s toys are anxious about the presents which Andy wil get because they want to go with Andy to the new house. They try to hear which presents Andy gets. However, they do not understand last one. A toy comes in Andy’s room. The toy’s name is Buzz. He is the newest toy. He has a lot of things that other toys don’t have. However, he does not think that he is a toy. He thinks that he is real space ranger. He becomes the focus of attention. Woody was the leader of Andy’s toys, however nobody listens to Woody. Buzz becomes the favorite toy of Andy. Woody feels jealous about Buzz. One day, trouble happens. Woody drops Buzz from the window by mistake. The other toys are very worried about Buzz. They look on Woody with disapproval. Andy and his mother go to Pizza Planet. Andy wants to take Buzz to Pizza Planet. However, he can not find Buzz, so he takes Woody to Pizza Planet. They stop at a gasoline station. Buzz appears in front of Woody. Woody is very surprised, and he is very glad that Buzz is alive. However, they fight outside the car. They are left behind after all. Woody is at a loss. However, Woody fortunately finds a Pizza Planet Truck. Woody and Buzz get into the truck. They arrive at Pizza Planet. Woody finds Andy. However, Buzz is not next to Woody. Buzz is very absorbed in Pizza Planet, and he gets into the game machine. Woody follows Buzz to get him to come home. Sid comes in front of the game machine. Sid plays with the game. Buzz and Woody are caught by Sid. Woody and Buzz are taken to Sid’s house. They find a big dog in the entrance. They are taken to Sid’s room. They find toys transformed by Sid. They try to run away from the house, but they can not escape easily. Buzz watches a CM on TV, and he discovers that he is a toy. He tries to fly from stairs, but he can not fly. His arm comes off. In his sorrow his character changes. Woody asks for help to Andy’s toys, but nobody believes him. Sid plans to break a toy. Buzz is chosen. Woody and Sid’s toys join forces to help Buzz. They succeed in rescuing of Buzz. They punish Sid, making him run away. Woody and Buzz find a truck. It is the moving truck. They run after the truck. Buzz can get into the truck, but Woody can not. Sid’s dog catches Woody. Buzz jumps at the dog to help Woody. Woody uses the toy car to help Buzz. Andy’s toys do not forgive Woody, so he is dropped from the truck. Woody and Buzz run after the truck. Finally, Andy’s toy notices that Buzz is alive. They try to help Woody and Buzz, but the speed of the car suddenly drops. Buzz and Woody uses the rocket that Sid attached to Buzz. They get into Andy’s car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was very interesting. I thought that Andy’s toys were very cute. I like friendship of Woody and Buzz. I thought that they are good friends. This movie was very interesting, so I enjoyed this movie very much.&lt;br /&gt;（666）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7208mr4.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-8559801676039915565?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8559801676039915565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=8559801676039915565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8559801676039915565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8559801676039915565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/toy-story.html' title='Toy Story'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6760082372035503707</id><published>2009-01-08T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:32:58.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Romeo and Juliet</title><content type='html'>The hero of this movie is Romeo. The heroine of this movie is Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo is the only son of Montague. He is in love with a woman. He is very worried about the love. One day, Romeo steals into a party which is held at the house of the Capulet family. Romeo meets Juliet there. Juliet is the daughter of the Capulets. They fall in love at first site. However, there is a big problem for them. Their families have not gotten along with each other for a long time. Romeo and Juliet know that the other is a child of their family’s enemies. However, they decide to marry. They ask Father Laurence to help hold their wedding ceremony, and they hold it in secret. Father Laurence thinks that relations between their families may improve because of their marriage. However, a trouble happens. Romeo’s friend is killed by Juliet’s cousin. Romeo kills him in revenge. Romeo is ordered exiled from his town. Romeo sees Juliet, and he leaves for the place which Father Laurence prepared. Juliet grieves very much. The Capulets try to make Juliet marry. Her father wants Juliet to marry, so he makes plans for her wedding ceremony. Juliet does not want the marriage. Juliet asks for help from Father Laurence. Father Laurence gives medicine to Juliet. She can continue sleeping until the wedding ceremony is finished by taking the medicine. Father Laurence says that Juliet can meet Romeo after she wakes because he would let Romeo know soon. It is Father Laurence’s plan to stop the wedding ceremony and have Juliet and Romeo be together. She takes the medicine. She falls into a sleep. Her family finds Juliet sleeping on her bed on the day of wedding ceremony. They believe that she died. Father Laurence sends a letter to Romeo because he must let him know his plans. However, the letter is not read. Romeo’s friend comes to the funeral of Juliet. He tells about the death of Juliet to Romeo. He does not know the plan. Romeo hurries to the place which Juliet is buried. Romeo meets Juliet. Romeo thinks that she died. He grieves very much. Juliet starts to wake slowly, but Romeo does not notice it. Romeo takes poison. He is so sad that he kills himself. Juliet sees it, and she kills herself with Romeo’s gun. It is a tragedy caused by troubles between their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the scenes in this movie were very beautiful. However, I had sad feelings after having watched this movie because this movie was a very tragic story. The end of their love was very sad. I was very sad about their tragic destiny. This movie was a very tragic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（462）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7208mr3.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6760082372035503707?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6760082372035503707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6760082372035503707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6760082372035503707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6760082372035503707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/romeo-and-juliet.html' title='Romeo and Juliet'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2191610668697610512</id><published>2009-01-08T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:35:34.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>School of Rock</title><content type='html'>The hero of this movie is Dewey. He likes rock music very much. He devotes himself completely to rock music. Other main characters are Rosalie and Ned. Rosalie is a principal. She is strict with students. She looks serious, but on the other hand she is a very spirited woman. She likes rock music. Ned is Dewey’s friend. His job is assistant teacher. He is dominated by his girl friend. He was once a bandsman.&lt;br /&gt;Dewey lives in Ned’s house. However, he does not pay the rent. Ned’s girlfriend is very angry about nonpayment. She wants Dewey to go out from the house. Dewey thinks that he can get prize money in a contest whose name is Band Battle. However, he is dismissed from his band. One day, Dewey has a call about a job for Ned. He thinks of an idea. It is idea that he becomes a bogus teacher to earn money. He meets the principal. He pretends to be Ned, and he takes charge of a class. Students of the class are excellent. He looks at the music class. He thinks that the students of his class have music ability. He decides to drive for Band Battle with the students. However, most of the students have never listened to rock music. He makes the students study about rock music. Also, the students work hard practicing. They can get the chance to participate in the Band Battle. However, principal would not easily let them go out. Dewey makes friends with the principal, and he is permitted to go out. Each of the students work hard for Band Battle. Dewey participates in a parent’s meeting. His lie is exposed. He tells the parents that the students have music ability, and he runs away from there. He gives up participating in the Band Battle. However, the students come to his house for him. They hurry to the hall of Band Battle. The parents and principal come to the hall. Dewey and the students start to perform. The spectators and principal get wildly excited at the performance, and the parents accept their performance. They are requested to do an encore, so they play another song.&lt;br /&gt;This movie was very interesting. Their performance was very cool. I was surprised at the singing voice because the girls who sang song were very good at singing. I was very impressed with their singing voice. I have not listened to rock music much, so I wanted to listen to rock music. I like listening to music very much, so I could enjoy this movie very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（435）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7208mr2.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2191610668697610512?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2191610668697610512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2191610668697610512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2191610668697610512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2191610668697610512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-of-rock.html' title='School of Rock'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-237852920433216601</id><published>2009-01-08T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:36:38.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Shrek</title><content type='html'>The hero of this movie is Shrek. He is a green monster. He lives in a marsh by himself. He does not have friends because people are afraid of him. However, he is actually very kind . The other main characters are Donkey, Princess Fiona and Lord Farquaad. The donkey is very talkative and scatterbrained. However, no matter what he does, it is hard to hate him. Princess Fiona is kept in a castle guarded by a dragon. She looks quiet, but actually she is not. She is very lively and strong. She is a very charming woman. Lord Farquaad is cunning. He wants to make an ideal country, so he catches many fairy tale characters. He wants to marry Princess Fiona to become a true king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Shrek saves the very talkative Donkey. Donkey is chased by soldiers. Lord Farquaad wants to make an ideal country, so he catches many fairy tale characters. That night, Shrek notices that many fairy tale characters which were banished by Lord Farquaad and are now around Shrek’s house. Shrek wants to return his house to the state of the original marsh, so he decides to go to meet Lord Farquaad with Donkey. They arrive at castle of Lord Farquaad. while he is holding a tournament to choose a person to rescue Princess Fiona because she is kept in a castle with a dragon. Lord Farquaad orders Shrek to rescue her from there. Shrek agrees because he wants to his swamp back. Shrek and Donkey arrive at the castle, and Shrek finds Princess Fiona. Donkey is caught by dragon, but isn’t killed because dragon likes Donkey. Shrek saves Donkey, and they all escape and succeed in running away safely. They hurry to castle of Lord Farquaad. Shrek makes friends with Princess Fiona while traveling. However, Princess Fiona has a secret. She is a person during the day, but she becomes an ogre while the sun is going down. She tries to confide in Shrek, but she can not. Shrek thinks that she dislikes him, but it is not true. Shrek’s feelings do not reach to Princess Fiona, and the feelings of Princess Fiona do not reach to Shrek. So, Princess Fiona goes to castle of Lord Farquaad. Donkey persuades Shrek to go to marriage ceremony of Lord Farquaad and Princess Fiona. Shrek and Donkey go to there, and they defeat Lord Farquaad. Shrek and Princess Fiona get married, and she becomes her true appearance. Donkey and many characters of fairy tale and dragon congratulate Shrek and Princess Fiona on their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was very interesting. I like the friendship of Shrek and Donkey. Shrek did not have friends until he met Donkey. Shrek realized friendship for the first time by having met Donkey. I was impressed with their friendship. I thought that the marriage ceremony of Shrek and Princess Fiona was very splendid. They seemed to be very happy. My favorite character is Donkey because his behavior entertained me. This movie was very amusing. I enjoyed this movie very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(510)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/7208mr1.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-237852920433216601?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/237852920433216601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=237852920433216601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/237852920433216601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/237852920433216601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/shrek.html' title='Shrek'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6312319441788377066</id><published>2009-01-08T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:46:38.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><title type='text'>Skiing</title><content type='html'>I skied for the first time when I went to Nagano on a school excursion. I am very weak in sports. However, I liked skiing. I want to ski again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belonged to Badminton club when I was a junior high school student. I belonged to tennis club when I was a high school student. However, I seldom play sports now, so I want to play sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（67）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6312319441788377066?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6312319441788377066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6312319441788377066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6312319441788377066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6312319441788377066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/skiing.html' title='Skiing'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-3445254771220528444</id><published>2009-01-06T03:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:07:20.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>January 5th is my friend's birthday, so my friends and I celebrated my friend's birthday. We ate a cake. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Japanese gather with relatives in New Year to exchange New Year's greetings. My family and I went to my grandparents's house to exchange New Year's greetings. We had dinner. I ate ice cream. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（64）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3445254771220528444?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3445254771220528444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3445254771220528444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3445254771220528444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3445254771220528444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-3246133004573185218</id><published>2009-01-04T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:40:56.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-4 THREE UP A TREE</title><content type='html'>Character of this book was Spider and Sam and Lolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider and Sam looked at a tree house which some children had built. Spider and Sam decided to make their tree house. They asked Lolly to help them. However, Lolly refused to help them. Spider and Sam could make their tree house. Lolly wanted to climb their tree house. However, Sam and Spider did not let her climb their house. Lolly said she know some good stories. Lolly climbed the tree house, and they competed for who could tell the best stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often played with toy when I was a child. I remembered my childhood by reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（113）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3246133004573185218?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3246133004573185218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3246133004573185218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3246133004573185218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3246133004573185218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-3-three-up-tree.html' title='Book Review 2-4 THREE UP A TREE'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2969459466876371299</id><published>2009-01-01T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:07:05.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>☆New Year's Day☆</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SVzVuBPyzWI/AAAAAAAAACg/9qm6MD9M_ao/s1600-h/090101_0819~01-791966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286335049211497826" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SVzVuBPyzWI/AAAAAAAAACg/9qm6MD9M_ao/s320/090101_0819~01-791966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We greeted the New Year. Today is New Year's Day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;This is picture of Osechi Ryouri. I took the picture of Osechi Ryouri before breakfast. My mother cooked Osechi Ryouri yesterday. I ate Osechi Ryouri and Zoni for breakfast this morning. They were very delicious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Most Japanese eat Zoni and Osechi Ryouri on New Year's Day. Zoni and Osechi Ryouri are traditional foods. The foods which are put in Osechi Ryouri have meaning. For example, sea bream is auspicious fish for Japanese, so it is put in Osechi Ryouri. A roll of tang containing dried fish simmered in sweetened soy sauce mean joy. Herring-roe and taro are put in Osechi Ryouri in order to wish for prosperity of descendants. Mashed sweet potatoes containing sweetened chestnuts is auspicious food because it is said that it raise luck with money, so it is put in Osechi Ryouri. Shrimp is put in Osechi Ryouri in order to wish for a long life. Black soybeans are put in Osechi Ryouri in order to wish for health. Lotus root is put in Osechi Ryouri in order to be able to foresee the future. The wishes of Japanese for the New Year are included in Osechi Ryouri. Osechi Ryouri and Zoni are made to wish for good health and prosperity of the New Year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;New Year's cards are a very important thing to exchange New Year’s greetings, so most Japanese send them to relatives and friends and acquaintances. My family got many New Year's cards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I went to shrine for worship. I went to shopping mall, and I bought a coat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Tomorrow, My cousin come to my house to exchange New Year's greetings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;（284）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2969459466876371299?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2969459466876371299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2969459466876371299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2969459466876371299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2969459466876371299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='☆New Year&apos;s Day☆'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SVzVuBPyzWI/AAAAAAAAACg/9qm6MD9M_ao/s72-c/090101_0819~01-791966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-8893672612054276057</id><published>2008-12-30T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:32:50.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>rice cakes</title><content type='html'>My grandparents pounded steamed rice into rice cake. My cousin came to my house to help it. I like rice cakes very much. I ate bean jam rice cake. I like soybean flour rice cake.&lt;br /&gt;Rice cakes is put in Zoni. Zoni is traditional food, and it is special food for New Year. Zoni is a kind of the soup. However, the shape of the rice cake and ingredients of Zoni and seasoning of soup are different in each region. Zoni is made to celebrate New Year. My mother cook Zoni in New Year's Day&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I like Zoni which my mother cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat a lot of rice cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（112）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-8893672612054276057?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8893672612054276057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=8893672612054276057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8893672612054276057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8893672612054276057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/rice-cakes.html' title='rice cakes'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-5841023935018375468</id><published>2008-12-28T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:03:14.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-3</title><content type='html'>I read “The Bookstore VALENTINE”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brown sold only ghost books in his bookstore. He had a cat. His cat's name was Cobweb. Cobweb played with mice. They got along well. One day, Mr. Brown held Valentine's Day sale in his bookstore. However, the sale made him busy. He decided to hire someone. A lady came to the bookstore. Her name was Miss Button. He decided to hire her. He thought that she was very perfect because she liked cats and cheese. He and Cobweb liked cheese very much. He took a fancy to her. However, he could not tell his feelings. Miss Button also took a fancy to him. Therefore, Cobweb and mice united their force. Mr. Brown and Miss Button was able to know each other's feelings by the help of Cobweb and mice. They spent Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed confectionery with my friends on Valentine's Day when I was a high school student. I baked cookies, and I gave cookies to my friends. I liked eating the confectionery which I had got from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was very interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;（188）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5841023935018375468?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5841023935018375468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5841023935018375468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5841023935018375468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5841023935018375468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-review-2-3.html' title='Book Review 2-3'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1055201985391572983</id><published>2008-12-27T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:41:41.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas and New Year'/><title type='text'>☆2009☆</title><content type='html'>The New Year is just around the corner. We greet the New Year. The tolling of temple bells 108 times on New Year's Eve tells the beginning of the New Year. We exchange the New Year's greetings. I eat Zoni and Osechi Ryouri on New Year's Day. My mother cook Zoni and Osechi Ryouri every year. Most Japanese go and worship at a shrine on New Year's Day. I go at shrine on New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;I have the aim of New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I seldom cook, so I intend to cook more next year. I am weak in cleaning. I intend to clean my room. I seldom help with housework. I want to help with my family.&lt;br /&gt;I passed a test this year. I want to challenge various tests next year. I like reading very much, so I want to read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;I study hard, and I want to get much knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（160）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1055201985391572983?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1055201985391572983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1055201985391572983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1055201985391572983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1055201985391572983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='☆2009☆'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-3198348822987938966</id><published>2008-12-26T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:06:57.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>I seldom cook. However, I made pot stickers and soup with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weak in cooking. However, I want to challenge various cooking. My mother is good at cooking, so I want to be taught cooking by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like desserts very much, so I want to make various desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（53）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3198348822987938966?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3198348822987938966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3198348822987938966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3198348822987938966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3198348822987938966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-3490027595303952375</id><published>2008-12-25T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:18:26.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet my friends at a station. We went to a shopping mall. I ate hamburger. It was very delicious. We went to clothes shop. However, I did not buy anything. We bought cakes, and we ate cakes in my house. I like cake very much. It was very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my friend to her house. I saw the illumination of her house. It was very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（76）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3490027595303952375?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3490027595303952375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3490027595303952375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3490027595303952375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3490027595303952375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping_25.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7508948891054767373</id><published>2008-12-23T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:15:48.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>December 23th is my friend's birthday. I and my friends celebrated my friend's birthday yesterday. After school, we went to restaurant. I ate hamburger and soup. They were very delicious. My friend had booked birthday's cake, so we ate the cake. It was very delicious. I enjoyed very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（52）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7508948891054767373?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7508948891054767373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7508948891054767373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7508948891054767373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7508948891054767373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-486593660971548577</id><published>2008-12-21T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:53:00.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went shopping on Saturday. I bought a bag and perfume. I enjoyed shopping very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like shopping very much. I want a wallet. I use my wallet for six years, so I want new wallet. I can get money from my parents and grandparents at New year. This is a New Year's gift. I want to buy wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（61）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-486593660971548577?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/486593660971548577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=486593660971548577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/486593660971548577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/486593660971548577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping_21.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-9069403183877490021</id><published>2008-12-18T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:28:17.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-2</title><content type='html'>I read “Harry and the Lady Next Door”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry is a dog. Harry does not like a lady who lives next to him. The lady sings in a big voice. Harry tries to stop her singing. However, Harry can not easily stop her singing. A contest is held. The lady participates in the contest. Harry plays a trick, and she wins the championship. The lady leaves to study sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep one dog. The dog's name is Azuki. I am allergic to animals, so I seldom touch dogs. However, I like Azuki very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（95）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-9069403183877490021?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/9069403183877490021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=9069403183877490021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/9069403183877490021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/9069403183877490021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner_18.html' title='Book Review 2-2'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1283439098830586616</id><published>2008-12-11T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:32:47.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas and New Year'/><title type='text'>Christmas and New Year</title><content type='html'>Christmas and New Year are important events for Japanese because almost all Japanese celebrate Christmas and New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When December comes, many shops and houses are decorated to greet Christmas. The illumination is very beautiful. I saw illumination on my way home. There is no special Christmas dinner in Japan. However, I eat cake at Christmas. I like cake very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, almost all Japanese prepare for New Year. The tolling of temple bells 108 times on New Year’s Eve tells the beginning of New Year. Most Japanese eat Zoni and Osechi Ryouri on New Year's Day. Zoni and Osechi Ryouri are special foods for New Year. I eat Zoni and Osechi Ryouri which my mother cooked. Most Japanese eat rice cake on New Year's Day. Rice cake is put in Zoni. My grandmother pounds steamed rice into rice cake every year. Zoni is a kind of the soup. It is made to celebrate New Year. The wishes of Japanese for the New year are included in Osechi Ryouri. For example, herring-roe and taro are put in Osechi Ryouri in order to wish for prosperity of descendants. Shrimp is put in Osechi Ryouri in order to wish for a long life. Black soybeans are put in Osechi Ryouri in order to wish for health. The foods which are put in Osechi Ryouri have meaning. Also, most Japanese go and worship at a shrine on New Year's Day because they pray for prosperity and health in the New Year. I go at shrine on New Year's Day. New Year’s cards are a very important thing to exchange New Year’s greetings, so most Japanese send them to relatives and friends and acquaintances. Most children get money at New Year. This is New Year’s gift. This is the happiest thing for children. Generally, most Japanese relax at their house on New Year’s Day, and the next day they gather with relatives and exchange New Year’s greetings. This is the tradition of New Year’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year and Christmas are very important events for Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（354）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1283439098830586616?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1283439098830586616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1283439098830586616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1283439098830586616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1283439098830586616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-and-new-year.html' title='Christmas and New Year'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4663542459613665411</id><published>2008-12-11T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:59:46.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Red Cliff</title><content type='html'>I want to watch “Red Cliff” which is a historical movie. I like studying history, so I like historical movie. I like watching movies very much, so I want to watch this movie. However, I am very busy bacause I must hand in reports, so I want to watch this movie during winter vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(54)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4663542459613665411?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4663542459613665411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4663542459613665411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4663542459613665411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4663542459613665411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-cliff.html' title='Red Cliff'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1697839145592628035</id><published>2008-12-11T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:50:49.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My favorite color</title><content type='html'>-Yellow-&lt;br /&gt;I like yellow. Yellow is my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Black-&lt;br /&gt;I like black clothes. I have many black clothes. I like black one-piece dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Green-&lt;br /&gt;I like green clothes. I bought green jacket the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Purple-&lt;br /&gt;I like eye shadow of purple. I often put on eye shadow of purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（52）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1697839145592628035?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1697839145592628035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1697839145592628035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1697839145592628035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1697839145592628035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-favorite-color.html' title='My favorite color'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2740696101000769698</id><published>2008-12-10T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:15:42.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my family. I bought a muffler. I do not like winter because I dislike the cold of winter. I bought the muffler to bear the cold of winter. However, I did not buy gloves, so I want to buy gloves.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed shopping very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（49）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2740696101000769698?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2740696101000769698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2740696101000769698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2740696101000769698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2740696101000769698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4093567187569153362</id><published>2008-12-07T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:16:23.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Fruits</title><content type='html'>-Kiwi fruits-&lt;br /&gt;I like Kiwi fruits very much. I like cookies of Kiwi fruits. It are very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apples-&lt;br /&gt;I like apples very much. I like apple jam. I sometimes eat breads with apple jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like fruits very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（40）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4093567187569153362?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4093567187569153362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4093567187569153362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4093567187569153362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4093567187569153362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-favorite-fruits.html' title='My Favorite Fruits'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2014231117469789204</id><published>2008-12-04T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:22.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>winter vacation</title><content type='html'>I like traveling very much. Winter vacation comes soon, so I want to travel. I make a plan for trip with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading, so I want to read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy winter vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（41）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2014231117469789204?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2014231117469789204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2014231117469789204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2014231117469789204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2014231117469789204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-vacation.html' title='winter vacation'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-5233011598537204358</id><published>2008-11-28T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:13:38.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay preparation'/><title type='text'>Preparation of essay4</title><content type='html'>Essay 4 is Toy Story. There are two heroes in this movie. Their name is Woody and Buzz. Woody is a toy of cowboy. Buzz is the newest toy. He is a toy of space ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other main characters are Hamm and Rex and Slinky Dog and Mr. Potato Head. Hamm is a moneybox of pig. Rex is a doll of Tyrannosaur. He is very shy. He is worried that he does not have force. Slinky Dog is a doll of dog. His body is spring. Mr. Potato Head can freely change parts of his face. They are Andy's toys. However, they are not mere toys. They can talk with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is a boy who likes toy very much. Sid lives next to Andy’s house. He is very bad boy because he transforms his toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（144）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5233011598537204358?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5233011598537204358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5233011598537204358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5233011598537204358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5233011598537204358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/preparation-of-essay4.html' title='Preparation of essay4'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-9009762834122103421</id><published>2008-11-27T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:11:31.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dairy'/><title type='text'>Desserts</title><content type='html'>I like desserts very much. I ate ice cream for dessert yesterday. It was very delicious. I often eat ice cream after dinner. I like ice cream very much. I like cakes very much, but I seldom eat cakes. I especially like cheesecake. I want to eat desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（48）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-9009762834122103421?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/9009762834122103421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=9009762834122103421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/9009762834122103421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/9009762834122103421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/desserts.html' title='Desserts'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6732618138351560309</id><published>2008-11-27T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:26:43.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dairy'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>I ate oden. I often eat it when winter comes. I like a one-pot dish cooked at the table. I do not like winter very much because I do not like cold of winter very much. I often have soup in winter. For example, vegetable soup and corn soup. I like eating very much, so I want to eat various a one-pot dish cooked at the table in this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（72）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6732618138351560309?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6732618138351560309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6732618138351560309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6732618138351560309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6732618138351560309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7194116501983235153</id><published>2008-11-27T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:35:29.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my friend. I bought clothes. The price was high, but I liked it very much. The night, I went shopping with my mother. I bought clothes and boots. I especially like boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like shopping very much, so I enjoyed shopping very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（47）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7194116501983235153?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7194116501983235153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7194116501983235153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7194116501983235153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7194116501983235153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping_27.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-5097119754919294089</id><published>2008-11-21T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:00:10.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I will go shopping with my friend.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I want to buy clothes and book. I like shopping very much, so I want to enjoy shopping. I was very busy this week. There were many assignment. I want to rest on this weekend, and I want to read book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(48)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5097119754919294089?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5097119754919294089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5097119754919294089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5097119754919294089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5097119754919294089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4158385378414143174</id><published>2008-11-11T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:30:45.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WEI'/><title type='text'>WEI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.What is your usual writing/blogging schedule each week? Where do write/blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I write blog 3~5 times a week. I usually write blog in my house because I can write blog at my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2.Please look at your first post from Spring term and compare it with what you are writing now. What improvements do you see with your English and what do you think you should work on to improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the use of adverb and adjective improved. However, I think that I have to study grammar more because I do not frequently understand how to express when I write blog. I think that I have to increase my vocabulary because I frequently use dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3.What are your opinions of doing movie reviews? Please talk about the time it takes and the availability of the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I can get ability to summarize the story by doing movie review. However, I need much time to write movie review. I like watching movie very much, so I enjoy movie review every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4.Please give your suggestions for the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think that correction is necessary more in writing class because I do not understand my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5.Please give some advice to the students who will take this class next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think that it is important to write essay and blog early and make plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(140)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4158385378414143174?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4158385378414143174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4158385378414143174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4158385378414143174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4158385378414143174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/wei.html' title='WEI'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1349099454903986906</id><published>2008-11-11T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:35:55.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>I took a test of Japanese on last Saturday. I take chair of Japanese teacher training. I want to become a Japanese teacher, so I challenged my Japanese ability. The test was very difficult for me. However, I challenged to the test as hard as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(47)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1349099454903986906?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1349099454903986906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1349099454903986906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1349099454903986906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1349099454903986906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1810436559485183735</id><published>2008-11-11T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:56:14.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went shopping to shopping mall on last sunday. I went there with my family. I bought clothes. I especially liked skirt. After having bought clothes, we went to buy foods in the food section. I bought snack. I like chocolate very much, so I bought chocolate cookie. I ate it yesterday. It was very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(56)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1810436559485183735?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1810436559485183735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1810436559485183735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1810436559485183735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1810436559485183735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping_11.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-8755451141101785710</id><published>2008-11-06T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:57:16.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My hobby'/><title type='text'>hobbies</title><content type='html'>I like shopping very much. I went shopping with my friend last Friday. I and my friend bought Birthday's present for our friend. I enjoyed shopping very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned Japanese dance, which I like very much, since I was five years old. I like kimono very much. I have some kimonos in my house. I always wear yukata When I practice Japanese dance. I like Japanese dance very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(72)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-8755451141101785710?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8755451141101785710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=8755451141101785710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8755451141101785710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8755451141101785710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hobbies.html' title='hobbies'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-9020781117569695863</id><published>2008-11-06T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:13:12.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>I ate a rice ball and miso soup at breakfast. I seldom do cooking, but I made rice ball. My mother makes miso soup every morning. I like my mother's miso soup very much. Also, my mother makes lunches for my brother and me. The lunch my mother made is very delicious, so I enjoy lunch time every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(60)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-9020781117569695863?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/9020781117569695863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=9020781117569695863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/9020781117569695863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/9020781117569695863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-5418707969099846975</id><published>2008-11-02T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:37:19.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><title type='text'>Quick post</title><content type='html'>I like snacks very much. I often eat chocolate. I like chocolate very much. I ate chocolate ice cream yesterday. It was very delicious. I like chocolate cookie. I often eat chocolate cookie. I often made cookie when I was a high school student. However, I do not make cookie recently, so I want to make cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(57)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5418707969099846975?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5418707969099846975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5418707969099846975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5418707969099846975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5418707969099846975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-post.html' title='Quick post'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-47704916610296967</id><published>2008-11-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:50:16.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my friend. My friend reaches her birthday on November 6th, so I and my friend bought presents for her. We bought calendar and photo album and teddy bear and hair ornament, and we bought a postcard to write our congratulations. We could not decide present easily, but I think that we could buy good present finally. After buying present, we visited various shops. We went to clothing shops, and I bought clothes. I like reading very much, so we went to bookstore. I like gathering cute notebooks, so I bought notebooks. I enjoyed shopping very much. I want to celebrate my friend’s birthday grandly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（109）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-47704916610296967?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/47704916610296967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=47704916610296967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/47704916610296967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/47704916610296967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6751258099481896022</id><published>2008-10-27T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:50:32.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay preparation'/><title type='text'>essay preparation</title><content type='html'>Second essay is ‘School of Rock’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie for the first time. The movie was very interesting. The hero of the movie is Dewey. He likes rock music very much. He devotes himself completely to rock music. However, he is dismissed from his band. He lives with his freind whose name is Ned. His job is assistant teacher. One day, Dewey has a call about Ned’s job. He thinks of an idea. It is idea that he becomes bogus teacher to earn money. He pretends Ned, and he takes charge of a class. He thinks that students of his class have music ability, so he decides to drive for a band contest with the students. However, most of the students have never listened to rock music. They practices hard. However, Dewey's lie is exposed to the parents of the students. He gives up participating in the contest. However, the students come for him to his house. They take part in the contest. They do wonderful performance. The parents accept their performance, and they enjoy their performance. This is approximate contents of this movie. Their performance was very cool. I like listening to music very much, so I could enjoy this movie very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（207）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6751258099481896022?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6751258099481896022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6751258099481896022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6751258099481896022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6751258099481896022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/essay-preparation_27.html' title='essay preparation'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7690434114764426977</id><published>2008-10-27T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:26:00.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Places</title><content type='html'>-Sea-&lt;br /&gt;I live near the Ariake sea, so I sometimes take a walk by the sea. I do not like swimming, but I like looking at the sea.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kyoto-&lt;br /&gt;I am  very interested in historical bulidings. I like going sightseeing to historical bulidings. I went to Kyoto on a school excursion when I was junior high school student. I was very impressed by the historical buldings. I want to visit various historical buldings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My house-&lt;br /&gt;The most favorite place for me is my house. I like my house very much because I can relax very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(96)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7690434114764426977?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7690434114764426977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7690434114764426977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7690434114764426977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7690434114764426977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-places.html' title='My Favorite Places'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-5262709882607845971</id><published>2008-10-23T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:41:18.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>I got tomatos from my mother's friend yesterday. The friend grows tomatos. I like tomatos very much. I like tomato juice my mother made. My mother sometimes makes tomato juice. It is very delicious. I like vegetables very much. I often drink vegetables juice. Vegetables juice is my favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(51)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5262709882607845971?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5262709882607845971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5262709882607845971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5262709882607845971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5262709882607845971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-post_23.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1154342706994999520</id><published>2008-10-23T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:17:30.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>I ate boiled rice and miso soup. I like miso soup my mother made. My mother always makes packed lunch in the morning. I ate the dishes of packed lunch. I like green tea very much, so I often drink green tea. Green tea is my favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(48)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1154342706994999520?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1154342706994999520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1154342706994999520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1154342706994999520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1154342706994999520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2605728026648925844</id><published>2008-10-23T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:10:11.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Oranges</title><content type='html'>I and my mother went shopping yesterday. My mother bought oranges. I like oranges very much. I like orange juice. I often eat orange jelly. I like fruits very much. I eat fruits almost every day. Today, I drunk blueberry juice. It was very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(45)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2605728026648925844?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2605728026648925844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2605728026648925844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2605728026648925844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2605728026648925844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/oranges.html' title='Oranges'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6389753097684134060</id><published>2008-10-20T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:07:03.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>I ate udon at dinner. I like udon very much, so I was very happy. I like noodles very much. I ate mango jelly. It was very delicious. I like desserts very much. I ate pudding yesterday. I like pudding very much. It was very delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(46)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6389753097684134060?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6389753097684134060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6389753097684134060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6389753097684134060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6389753097684134060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner_20.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-5201318706438112923</id><published>2008-10-16T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:54:45.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><title type='text'>Quick post</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my mother yesterday. My mother bought persimmons. I like food of autumn. For example, chestnuts and sweet potato baked in hot pebbles. I like autumn very much because I like autumn leaves very much. My grandparents went to Kyoto to look at colored leaves last year. They said that it was so marvelous, so I want to go to look at colored leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(67)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5201318706438112923?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5201318706438112923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5201318706438112923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5201318706438112923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5201318706438112923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-post_16.html' title='Quick post'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4194162617358448915</id><published>2008-10-16T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:40:55.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I and my mother went to shopping center today. We bought ingredients of packed lunch and drinks and snacks. I like shopping very much. I sometimes go to shopping mall. I like reading books very much, so I sometimes go to bookstore to buy a book. Shopping is very pleasant. Today, I enjoyed shopping very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(56)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4194162617358448915?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4194162617358448915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4194162617358448915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4194162617358448915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4194162617358448915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2845160371809235734</id><published>2008-10-15T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:30:35.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>I ate buckwheat noodles, and tempura. It was very delicious. I like buckwheat noodles very much. I like noodles very much. For example, udon and pasta and thin wheat noodles. I like tarako pasta very much. My mother sometimes makes it. I like it very much. When summer comes, I often eat thin wheat noodles. I like it. I like noodles very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(63)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2845160371809235734?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2845160371809235734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2845160371809235734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2845160371809235734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2845160371809235734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2239017130271567311</id><published>2008-10-11T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:15:27.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>I read ‘ARTHUR AND THE SCHOOL PET’. During winter vacation, D.W．who is Arthur's younger sister took care of pet which is kept in her classroom. D.W. and her family was in trouble because the pet disappeared. However, D.W. found the pet, and she could return the pet to her classroom safely. D.W. spent good winter vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dog as a pet. The dog's name is Azuki. I often take a walk with Azuki. I enjoy walk of Azuki very much. Azuki is very cute. I always get vigor from Azuki. Azuki is important for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(105)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2239017130271567311?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2239017130271567311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2239017130271567311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2239017130271567311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2239017130271567311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading_11.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-8722208449268792052</id><published>2008-10-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:13:06.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Shrek DVD</title><content type='html'>I did not watch Special Features of Shrek DVD. However, I watched it in class. It was very interesting. My favorite Special Features is karaoke party of Shrek. Shrek was very good at singing. I enjoyed watching it very much. I want to watch another Special Features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(47)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-8722208449268792052?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8722208449268792052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=8722208449268792052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8722208449268792052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8722208449268792052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/shrek-dvd.html' title='Shrek DVD'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-3280494936903624566</id><published>2008-10-09T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:03:06.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><title type='text'>Quick post about my dog</title><content type='html'>I have a dog as a pet. The dog's name is Azuki. Azuki is very cute. However, Azuki often barks at strangers. Children are afraid of Azuki very much. I often take a walk with Azuki. Azuki is very big, so I am pulled by Azuki. Walk of Azuki is very difficult for me. However, I enjoy walk of Azuki very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(63)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3280494936903624566?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3280494936903624566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3280494936903624566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3280494936903624566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3280494936903624566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-post.html' title='Quick post about my dog'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1489348353730895147</id><published>2008-10-08T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:55:27.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Fruits</title><content type='html'>-Peaches-&lt;br /&gt;I like peach very much. My grandparents give me peach when the time of peach comes.     &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-Grapes-&lt;br /&gt;I like grape very much. My mother likes grape very much, so I often eat it when the time of grape comes.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Strawberries- &lt;br /&gt;I like strawberry very much. Last year, I went to strawberry picking. I enjoyed it very much. I like snack that is taste of strawberry. I often buy it. I like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(75)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1489348353730895147?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1489348353730895147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1489348353730895147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1489348353730895147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1489348353730895147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-fruit.html' title='My Favorite Fruits'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4450948851442778758</id><published>2008-10-07T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:01:55.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Lunch and Dinner</title><content type='html'>I ate a packed lunch at lunch. I had my mother make the packed lunch for me. It was  very delicious. I like a packed lunch which my mother made. I ate a pork cutlet served on the top of a bowl of rice at dinner. It was very delicious. I am very happy when I have a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(59)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4450948851442778758?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4450948851442778758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4450948851442778758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4450948851442778758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4450948851442778758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-6th.html' title='Lunch and Dinner'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4551409656568826901</id><published>2008-10-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:06:47.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 2-1 The RUNAWAY PANCAKE</title><content type='html'>The title of this book is ‘The RUNAWAY PANCAKE’.  I like pancake very much, so I decided to read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a mother who had seven children made a pancake for breakfast. However, the pancake rushed out of the pan, and the pancake ran away from the house. The mother and seven children ran after the pancake. However, the pancake did not stop. The pancake met a dog. The dog ran after the pancake because the dog wanted to taste the pancake. However, the pancake did not stop. The pancake met a rabbit. The rabbit followed the pancake. The pancake ran away from the family and the dog and the rabbit. The pancake met a duck. The duck ran after the pancake because the duck wanted to eat the pancake. However, the pancake did not stop. The pancake met a cat. The cat followed the pancake. The pancake met a goat. The goat followed the pancake. The pancake ran away from the family and the dog and the rabbit and the duck and the cat and the goat. The pancake met a fox. The fox followed the pancake. The pancake arrived at the edge of forest. There was a pig in a pen. The pancake thought that the forest was danger. The pig told that the pig helped the pancake. The pancake was in a hurry because the family and the dog and the rabbit and the duck and the cat and the goat and the fox approached the pancake. The pancake entered in the pen. Just then, the pancake was eaten by the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like pancake very much, so I sometimes eat pancake. However, I thought that the pancake of this story was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(288)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4551409656568826901?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4551409656568826901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4551409656568826901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4551409656568826901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4551409656568826901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-review-1-1-runaway-pancake.html' title='Book Review 2-1 The RUNAWAY PANCAKE'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6307940744429602728</id><published>2008-10-03T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:56:22.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Sports</title><content type='html'>-Soccer-&lt;br /&gt;I belonged to soccer club when I was elementary school student. I like playing soccer very much. However, I am not much good at playing soccer. I like watching soccer game. I occasionally watch soccer game on TV.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Badminton-&lt;br /&gt;I belonged to badminton club when I was junior high school student. I like playing badminton very much.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tennis-&lt;br /&gt;I belonged to tennis club when I was high school student. I like playing tennis very much. I and my friend intended to play tennis in this summer vacation. However, we could not play tennis, so I want to play tennis with my friend someday.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About one month ago, I played squash for the first time. I enjoyed playing squash very much. 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like doing sports very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(127)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6307940744429602728?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6307940744429602728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6307940744429602728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6307940744429602728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6307940744429602728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-sports.html' title='My Favorite Sports'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1160780321562547284</id><published>2008-10-02T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:04:30.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>My room is in a mess now. I must put my room in order on this weekend. It is hard for me to put in order. However, I tidy up my room as hard as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to a desk in my room. Now, there is not a desk in my room, so I want to a desk to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(62)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1160780321562547284?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1160780321562547284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1160780321562547284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1160780321562547284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1160780321562547284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-3rd-quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2170379776741430904</id><published>2008-10-02T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:12:07.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay preparation'/><title type='text'>essay preparation</title><content type='html'>‘SHREK 1’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero of this movie is SHREK. SHREK is green monster. Other main characters  of ‘SHREK’ are Donkey and Princess Fiona and Lord Farquaad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched‘SHREK 1’. This movie was very interesting. I could watch this movie without losing my concentration. I liked friendship of SHREK and Donkey. They became real friends. Character of Donkey is very talkative. I thought that Donkey is very engaging. I was impressed with the scene in which Princess Fiona got real appearance. Shrek and Princess Fiona got married at the end of this movie. I was very glad about it. I enjoyed watching this movie very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(106)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2170379776741430904?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2170379776741430904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2170379776741430904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2170379776741430904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2170379776741430904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/essay-preparation.html' title='essay preparation'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1496653280665452565</id><published>2008-10-02T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:02:43.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I and my mother went to buy an article of food to shopping mall. My mother bought ingredients to make packed lunch. I bought a drink because there was a free gift in the drink. The free gift is a key ring. I like a free gift very much. I enjoyed shopping very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(54)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1496653280665452565?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1496653280665452565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1496653280665452565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1496653280665452565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1496653280665452565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-2nd.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4825575882990186699</id><published>2008-10-01T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:16:00.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>I read ‘Milo's Toothache’. I thought that Illustration of this book was very pretty, so I read this book. I dislike toothache very much. When I was a child, I did not like to go to dentist. However, Milo who is the hero of this book was not afraid of it. I respected it very much. I enjoyed reading this book very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(64)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4825575882990186699?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4825575882990186699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4825575882990186699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4825575882990186699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4825575882990186699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7906236532882814139</id><published>2008-09-30T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:03:49.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My favorite drinks</title><content type='html'>-Vegetables juice-&lt;br /&gt;I like vegetables juice very much. My mother often makes tomato juice. I like it very much. Tomato juice which my mother made is very delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carbonated drink-&lt;br /&gt;I like carbonated juice. I occasionally drink carbonated juice. It is very delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Milk-&lt;br /&gt;I like milk very much. I drink milk almost every day. Milk is very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Green tea- &lt;br /&gt;I like green tea very much. I drink green tea every day. Green tea is the most favorite drink for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(82)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7906236532882814139?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7906236532882814139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7906236532882814139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7906236532882814139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7906236532882814139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favorite-drink.html' title='My favorite drinks'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-307194899612025769</id><published>2008-09-25T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:46:59.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My favorite desserts</title><content type='html'>-cheese cake- &lt;br /&gt;Cheese cake is very delicious. It is the most favorite cake for me. It makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ice cream- &lt;br /&gt;I like ice cream very much. Especially, I like strawberry ice cream. There are ice cream in my refrigerator at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pudding- &lt;br /&gt;I like pudding very much. I ate it yesterday. It was very delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cream puff- &lt;br /&gt;I like cream puff very much. I like custard cream very much. I seldom eat it, but I like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(81)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-307194899612025769?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/307194899612025769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=307194899612025769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/307194899612025769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/307194899612025769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favorite-desserts.html' title='My favorite desserts'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-4308219433252516467</id><published>2008-09-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:03:26.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickpost  juppun ha juubun'/><title type='text'>Quickpost</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday. I took writing class. I did chat for the first time. However, it was very difficult for me. It is hard for me to type quickly. The chat was only in my classroom, so I did chat with my friends. We told about summer vacation. This summer, I could not see fireworks. I regret that I did not see fireworks in this summer. I wanted to see fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(71)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4308219433252516467?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4308219433252516467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4308219433252516467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4308219433252516467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4308219433252516467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-26th-quickpost.html' title='Quickpost'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2772916569280091542</id><published>2008-09-20T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:05:03.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Today, I and my mother went to shopping mall to buy an article of food. I bought vegetables juice. Now, I like vegetables juice very much. I drink vegetables juice every day. I do not eat vegetables much. I thought that I have to take in vegetables more, so I drink vegetables juice every day. To drink vegetables juice is habit of me.　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(63)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2772916569280091542?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2772916569280091542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2772916569280091542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2772916569280091542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2772916569280091542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-20th.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-3775565589032224083</id><published>2008-09-17T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:00:49.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Souvenir from my aunt</title><content type='html'>My aunt and cousin came to my house. My aunt went to Hiroshima on last weekend, so she brought a souvenir to my family. I enjoyed speaking with my aunt and cousin. I was very pleasant. I like traveling very much, so I want to travel with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(49)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3775565589032224083?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3775565589032224083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3775565589032224083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3775565589032224083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3775565589032224083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-17th.html' title='Souvenir from my aunt'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6385040361746356636</id><published>2008-09-15T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:04:01.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>With my family</title><content type='html'>I did barbecue with my family and friends of my parents. We did barbecue in the yard of my house. I helped my mother to prepare for barbecue. I enjoyed barbecue very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rainy yesterday. I went to shopping mall with my mother. I bought stationery and clothes and shoes. I like shopping very much, so I enjoyed shopping very much.　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(63)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6385040361746356636?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6385040361746356636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6385040361746356636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6385040361746356636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6385040361746356636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-14th-15th.html' title='With my family'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7052065905665700235</id><published>2008-09-12T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:13:10.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my friend on September 10th. We went to various shops, and we looked at various goods. I bought a magazine. I met the friend after a long time, so I was very glad. I had good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with my friend on September 11th. We went to various shops, and we looked at various goods. I bought stationery and a bag. While eating snack, we talked a lot. I was very pleasant. I had good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to shopping mall with my friends on September 12th. I picked them up at the station, and we went to shopping mall. I bought clothes. I got home early because we were very tired. I went shopping to buy food with my mother at the evening. I had good time.           &lt;br /&gt;  　&lt;br /&gt;(134)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7052065905665700235?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7052065905665700235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7052065905665700235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7052065905665700235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7052065905665700235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-10th-11th-12th.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2860092090261873896</id><published>2008-09-08T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:06:16.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>My friend danced Japanese dance at a big hall. I went to look at it with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the friend up at the station, and we went to shopping center. We ate lunch, and we bought a bunch of flowers for our friend. We arrived at the hall at twelve fifteen, and we looked at my friend’s Japanese dance. The friend was very beautiful. I was very impressed with my friend’s Japanese dance. I have learned Japanese dance since I was five years old, so I enjoyed looking at Japanese dance very much. My friend was very wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and my parent went to my grandparent’s house at the night, and We celebrated my grandfather’s birthday. We ate sushi and ice cream. It was very delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(136)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2860092090261873896?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2860092090261873896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2860092090261873896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2860092090261873896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2860092090261873896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-7th.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7293342359067307703</id><published>2008-09-05T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:17:19.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>September 3rd, 4th</title><content type='html'>My two friends stayed at my house on September 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked them up at the station, and we went shopping. I bought a hat. One of them bought a hat and a bag. We ate doughnuts at lunch. It was very delicious. We like reading, so we went in bookstore after lunch. However, we did not buy anything. I returned to my house with them. We read books, and we listened to music. The day, the two friends did not plan to stay at my house. However, they stayed at my house in the end. My mother made spaghetti. It was very delicious. We watched TV after dinner.　I was very tired, so I slept early. The next day, we got up late. We ate miso soup which was made by my mother. I like my mother’s miso soup. We prepared for going out. We went to karaoke. After karaoke, I saw the two friends off in the station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the two days very much. This became good memory for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(174)        　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7293342359067307703?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7293342359067307703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7293342359067307703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7293342359067307703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7293342359067307703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-3rd-4th.html' title='September 3rd, 4th'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-3554834878108392504</id><published>2008-09-02T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:06:09.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>Today, I made chawan-mushi. I cooked it for the first time. It is hard for me to cook, but I cooked it as hard as I could. It was very delicious. I like chawan-mushi very much, so I liked chawan-mushi I made today. It was very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(50)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3554834878108392504?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3554834878108392504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3554834878108392504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3554834878108392504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3554834878108392504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-2nd.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-3381120254984558410</id><published>2008-07-19T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:09.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SIHJsgiraeI/AAAAAAAAACI/AU2npkHdOUk/s1600-h/080718_0927~01-730003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SIHJsgiraeI/AAAAAAAAACI/AU2npkHdOUk/s320/080718_0927~01-730003.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224678809213299170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read ‘Jason’s Bus Ride’. I have a driver’s license. However, I ride on a bus once in a while. This time, I read this book. A boy rode on a bus. The boy enjoyed it. However, the bus stopped suddenly. A dog was in front of the bus. The dog did not move out of the way. Passenger of the bus tried to move the dog, but the dog did not move out of the way. The boy patted the dog on the head. The dog moved out of the way. The bus began to move again. I enjoyed reading this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(105)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3381120254984558410?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3381120254984558410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3381120254984558410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3381120254984558410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3381120254984558410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_19.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SIHJsgiraeI/AAAAAAAAACI/AU2npkHdOUk/s72-c/080718_0927~01-730003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-7647823066970778974</id><published>2008-07-08T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:09.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SHQ5c28p1TI/AAAAAAAAACA/tR9ShafI040/s1600-h/080708_0823~02-735487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SHQ5c28p1TI/AAAAAAAAACA/tR9ShafI040/s320/080708_0823~02-735487.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220861035978282290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read ‘The pizza That We Made’. I like eating very much, but I seldom do cooking. I help my mother in in preparing dinner. I learned how to make pizza by this book, so I want to make pizza. My mother is good at cooking, so I want to learn how to cook from my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(57)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7647823066970778974?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7647823066970778974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7647823066970778974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7647823066970778974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7647823066970778974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SHQ5c28p1TI/AAAAAAAAACA/tR9ShafI040/s72-c/080708_0823~02-735487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-4048103788963984383</id><published>2008-07-04T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:05:26.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>I read ‘WHEN THE TV BROKE’. I watch TV every day. I get various information from TV, so I decided to read this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey who is hero of this book watched TV every day. He liked watching TV. However, the TV broked. His father took the TV to repair. He wanted to watch TV. However, The TV did not return from repair. His father came back by with repaired TV when About one week have passed since The TV broke. However, Jeffrey was absorbed in other things.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book as I feel near to myself. This book was very interesting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(105)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-4048103788963984383?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4048103788963984383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=4048103788963984383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4048103788963984383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/4048103788963984383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/07/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6020714824658657130</id><published>2008-07-02T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:44:06.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>essay 7　‘Shrek’</title><content type='html'>I watched ‘Shrek’. This time, I watched the movie for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek is green monster. Shrek lives in one marsh by himself. He does not have friend. One day, he finds a poster. Plan that if people catch character of fairy tale, they can get reward is written in the poster. On another day, he saves a donkey. The donkey is very talkative. The donkey is run after by soldier. The donkey follows Shrek to Shrek’s house. However, Shrek does not show the donkey into his house. The night, Shrek notices unusually. Many characters of fairy tale which was banished by a lord whose name is Farquaad are around Shrek’s house. The lord wants to make his ideal country, so he banished many characters of fairy tale. Shrek decides to go to meet to the lord. Shrek wants to return many characters of fairy tale to the place where they were originally. Shrek goes to meet to the lord with that talkative donkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farquaad sees a magic mirror. The magic mirror says that Farquaad should marry to become a true king. He decides to marry a princess whose name is Fiona. She is caught in castle of dragon. Farquaad must save Fiona from castle of dragon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek and donkey arrives in castle which Farquaad lives in. He is held a tournament to choose a person to rescue Fiona. He says that a person who can beat Shrek is champion. However, nobody can beat Shrek. Farquaad says that Shrek is champion. He orders Shrek to rescue Fiona from castle of dragon. Shrek asks Farquaad to return many characters of fairy tale to the place where they were originally. Farquaad promises that if Shrek can return to castle of Farquaad with Fiona, he returns to state of original marsh. Shrek decides to rescue Fiona. Shrek and donkey leaves castle of Farquaad for castle of dragon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrive in castle of dragon. Castle of dragon is very quiet. Donkey discovers a dragon. Donkey runs away from dragon. Shrek holds on to tail of dragon, but he is flown to room of Fiona. Shrek takes Fiona out, and he goes to rescue donkey. Donkey is caught by dragon because Dragon likes donkey. Shrek succeeds in taking donkey out, and they run away from castle of dragon. They succeed in running away safety. However, Fiona is so fretful because she thinks that a person who rescues her is person of fate, but it is Shrek. He is monster. He carries Fiona on his shoulder, and they hurries to castle of Farquaad. The night, they sleep in the open. They notice a cave. Fiona quickly enters the cave, and she sleeps in cave. She never shows Shrek and donkey into the cave. The night, Shrek says to donkey that everyone hates him without knowing his feelings. Fiona hears it. The next day, Fiona says that she wants friends with Shrek and donkey. They keep on trip. Shrek and Fiona take fancy to each other while travelling. They come to the place which they can see castle of Farquaad in. Fiona seems not to go to castle of Farquaad, so they stay overnight. Fiona sleeps in a cabin. She never shows Shrek and donkey into the cabin. However, donkey enters the cabin in the night. Just then, a monster appears in front of donkey. Donkey is very surprised. The monster says that the monster is Fiona. She is a person while the sun is rising, but Fiona becomes a monster while the sun is setting. Fiona can get real appearance when she does kiss to person of fate. Shrek likes Fiona, but he can not tell his feelings to Fiona. He is worried that he is a monster. He goes to give flower to Fiona. He misunderstands there. He thinks that Fiona dislikes him. However, it is not true. Next morning, Fiona tries to confide truth to Shrek. Shrek does not hear it. Shrek gives Fiona to Farquaad after all. Feelings of Shrek do not be conveyed to Fiona, and feelings of Fiona do not be conveyed to Shrek. Shrek comes back to house by himself. Donkey comes to Shrek’s house. Shrek and donkey go to Fiona’s marriage ceremony. They beat Farquadd. Shrek and Fiona do kiss. Fiona gets real appearance. Shrek and Fiona get married. Many characters of fairy tale and dragon which was beaten by Shrek take part in Shrek and Fiona’s marriage ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie for the first time. This movie was very interesting. I think that this movie is comparatively short movie, so I could watch without losing my concentration. I watched movie after a long time, so I enjoyed watching movie very much. There are sequels of this movie. I have never seen sequels to this movie, so I want to see sequels. I think that it is good experience for me to watch movie which I have never seen, so I want to watch various movies from now on. ‘Shrek’was very amusing movie. I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(847)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6020714824658657130?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6020714824658657130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6020714824658657130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6020714824658657130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6020714824658657130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/07/essay-7.html' title='essay 7　‘Shrek’'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-8008751935888297992</id><published>2008-06-28T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:10.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGbsjvhD8KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DmMCfke2Y1Y/s1600-h/080629_1058~01-781961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGbsjvhD8KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DmMCfke2Y1Y/s320/080629_1058~01-781961.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217117317150011554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read ‘CATCH THE BUS’. I decided to read this book because the cover of this book is cute. This is story of Brother and Sister Bear that overslept. They waked up at seven o’clock, but they slept again. However, they had to prepare for school bus. School bus came for them. They got up at last at seven fifty, and they hurried to be in time for school bus. They finally was in time for school bus at eight o’clock.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not oversleep very much. I can get up easy. I recalled one proverb when I read this book. It is ‘The early bird catches the worm’. I want to get up early more from now on.&lt;br /&gt;(121)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-8008751935888297992?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8008751935888297992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=8008751935888297992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8008751935888297992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8008751935888297992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_1864.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGbsjvhD8KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DmMCfke2Y1Y/s72-c/080629_1058~01-781961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-519624153890200942</id><published>2008-06-27T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:50:10.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WEI'/><title type='text'>WEI part 2</title><content type='html'>I write blog about three times a week. I usually write a blog in my house because I can write a blog in my pace. However, I occasionally write a blog in a school library when there is free time between classes. I almost write my impression of the book which I read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my writing skill can improve by writing a blog. I can not do typing early, so I practice typing by writing a blog. I think that this is good point of blogging. It takes about two hours to write a blog, so I can not do enough studies of other classes. I want to do studies of other classes more. I think that this is bad point of blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I publish pictures in my blog. I think that we can tell easy the content of blog by publishing pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me to operate computer. However, I can get used to operate computer by writing a blog. I want to get used to operate computer more by writing a blog.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(178)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-519624153890200942?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/519624153890200942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=519624153890200942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/519624153890200942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/519624153890200942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/wei-part-2.html' title='WEI part 2'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-1891382712167141243</id><published>2008-06-26T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:30:30.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello to my host family</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dn47t33_16cnn364gt' frameborder='0' width='410' height='342'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/TomeiFri/07208ayako.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1891382712167141243?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1891382712167141243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1891382712167141243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1891382712167141243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1891382712167141243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-to-my-host-family.html' title='Hello to my host family'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-2214457257030467762</id><published>2008-06-25T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:10.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGJA1cdo1zI/AAAAAAAAABo/IHAZ6penBrA/s1600-h/080625_1645~02-777214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215802605366204210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGJA1cdo1zI/AAAAAAAAABo/IHAZ6penBrA/s320/080625_1645~02-777214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;　I had interest to the cover of this book, so I read this book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Arthur shows a dollar to D.W. D.W. asks why Arthur has a dollar. He explains that if a child puts the baby tooth which came off under pillow, and The Tooth Fairy which is fairy of tooth give a dollar to change a dollar for the tooth. D.W. envies him. she tries to pull out her tooth. However, she is too young, so her tooth does not come off yet. One day, they goes to museum. D.W. sees tooth of a lot of animals. She buys a shark’s tooth at the museum shop. She thinks that she puts the shark’s tooth under her pillow at the night, and she wants to get a dollar. Aruthur decides to do one things. He secretly puts a dollar under D.W. ’s pillow. Next day, she comes to his room. She jumps for joy.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I thought that D.W. is cute, and I felt a bond of sibling throughout this book. I had a younger brother. I must be tenderly more to my brother. I enjoyed reading this book.         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(196)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-2214457257030467762?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2214457257030467762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=2214457257030467762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2214457257030467762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/2214457257030467762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_25.html' title='Book Review 1-15'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGJA1cdo1zI/AAAAAAAAABo/IHAZ6penBrA/s72-c/080625_1645~02-777214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-7304295104580082840</id><published>2008-06-24T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:02:54.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>I read ‘Harry Ｇoes To Day Camp ’. Story of this book was about hippopotamus. Hippopotamus is my favorite animal, so I decided to read this book. I have liked a hippopotamus since I was a child. Hippopotamus was drawn very cute in this book. I enjoyed reading this book. I am allergic to animal, so I can not touch animal very much. However, I want to come in cantact with animals from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(74)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7304295104580082840?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7304295104580082840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7304295104580082840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7304295104580082840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7304295104580082840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/reading_24.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-8428233869334416581</id><published>2008-06-24T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:10.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGE5bTtPFFI/AAAAAAAAABg/j79fZmkZT5Q/s1600-h/080624_1939~01-745020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGE5bTtPFFI/AAAAAAAAABg/j79fZmkZT5Q/s320/080624_1939~01-745020.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215512984781001810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-8428233869334416581?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8428233869334416581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=8428233869334416581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8428233869334416581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/8428233869334416581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_5254.html' title=''/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SGE5bTtPFFI/AAAAAAAAABg/j79fZmkZT5Q/s72-c/080624_1939~01-745020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-1989809972103635901</id><published>2008-06-23T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:10.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SF-hXn1URGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lXJQIBlibqQ/s1600-h/080623_2205~01-782142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215064320719996002" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SF-hXn1URGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lXJQIBlibqQ/s320/080623_2205~01-782142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This dog is very cute. I came to like this dog at first glance, so I decided to read ‘Biscuit’. I thought that this dog is very lovely. I really enjoyed reading this book. I became happy by reading this book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;There is a dog in my house. Its name is Azuki. Azuki has been brought up in my house for about seven years. I am allergic to animal, so I can not touch azuki very much. However, Azuki is become clam my family. Azuki is important existence for my family. I want to touch azuki more from now on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(100)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-1989809972103635901?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1989809972103635901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=1989809972103635901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1989809972103635901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/1989809972103635901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_23.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SF-hXn1URGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lXJQIBlibqQ/s72-c/080623_2205~01-782142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-5522061174945903381</id><published>2008-06-21T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:56:43.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rainy Season'/><title type='text'>The Rainy Season</title><content type='html'>It rained heavily today. I do not like rainy day very much because I become gloomy feelings. I do not like the rainy season very much. However, the rainy season comes every year. I want to enjoy the rainy season more. Now, many pretty boots are sold, and there are many high-efficiency umbrellas. I want to buy a pretty boots and a high-efficiency umbrella, and I want to enjoy the rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;(74)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-5522061174945903381?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5522061174945903381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=5522061174945903381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5522061174945903381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/5522061174945903381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainy-season.html' title='The Rainy Season'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-6885188056029109844</id><published>2008-06-18T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:10.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review 1-14　‘Princess Polly and the Pony’</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SFjl-9-6v5I/AAAAAAAAABI/lcfMgZ8rW9g/s1600-h/080618_1801~01-795107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213169438634459026" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SFjl-9-6v5I/AAAAAAAAABI/lcfMgZ8rW9g/s320/080618_1801~01-795107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read ‘Princess Polly and the Pony’. I liked the cover of this book, so I read this book. Heroin of this book is Princess Polly. She is very active girl. Her dress is muddy. Her parents get angry about muddy appearance of her. She played riding a horse. Her parents forbid her to play riding a horse because her parents want her to become graceful girl. She thinks that a princess is boring. Her parents order her to obey what they said. Her father takes her to a tower keeping him crown. On the way, she sees a poster. Content of the poster is about a Pony Game. She has interest. Her father says that he gives the first prize to the champion of the race. She wants to take part in the race. She and her father arrive at the tower keeping crown, and they look at crown. Her father explains about crown to her. However, She does not listen to it. Her head is full of costume which she puts on in the Pony Ｇame. Entrant of the Pony Ｇame must have a costume on. The day of the Pony Games comes. On the day of the race, she gets up early. At once, she changes into her costume which she puts on in the Pony Game. She hurriedly go to the royal barn. She steps onto the smallest pony. She hurries to Strawberry Hill which the Pony Game is held on. Entrant of the race gather on starting line. The race begins. She tries her best to win the game. She gets muddy. However, She seems not to be able to win the race. She gives up winning in the race. However, Ｔhe group of the head trip. Finally, She does victory in the race. Her parents do not notice that the champion in the race is Princess Polly because she is hiding her face. Her mother says that she wants to see the face of the champion. Princess Polly shows her face to everybody. Her parents are very surprised, and they get angery very much because She is muddy very much. However, the crowd cheer to her. The crowd congratulate her. She demands the first prize. She says that she wants to have a day each week which she dose not be a princess. She wants to ride a horse, and she wants to get muddy. Her father understands her demand. Her father says that she must behave like a princess without the day. She is glad very much. She rides a horse, and she runs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;my&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I thought that Princess Polly is very cute. Character of Princess Polly is very active, and she is very lively girl. Her action made me feel uneasy. I enjoyed that I read this book very much. I thought that Princess Polly is pretty girl. Ｔhis book was very interesting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(480)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6885188056029109844?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6885188056029109844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6885188056029109844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6885188056029109844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6885188056029109844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_18.html' title='Book Review 1-14　‘Princess Polly and the Pony’'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SFjl-9-6v5I/AAAAAAAAABI/lcfMgZ8rW9g/s72-c/080618_1801~01-795107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-6940332795528220219</id><published>2008-06-17T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:35:38.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>essay 6　‘self-introduction in 2028’</title><content type='html'>Topic of this essay is self-introduction in 2028.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in 2028 now. I become 40 years old this year. Now, I live in Australia. My job is a teacher. I teach Japanese in a school. I have wanted to become a Japanese teacher since I was a junior high school student, so I daily teach Japanese as feeling happiness. I think that a Japanese teacher is very hard job, but I think that a Japanese teacher work worth doing very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a Japanese dance since I was a five years old. I have learned a Japanese dance for 35 years. It is an important part of my life for me to dance a Japanese dance. I like dancing a Japanese dance very much. I want to succeed the Japanese tradition of Japanese dance. I like culture of Japanese tradition very much, for example, Kabuki and Rakugo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hobby is to travel various countries of the world. I can see a lot of places which I have never seen, so I like to travel very much. I want to travel a lot of the countries of the world from now on. This summer, I will travel in France by myself. I remembered that I studied French when I was a university student, so I wanted to go to France. In addition to traveling, I have other hobbies. I read a lot of picture books when I was a child, and I read a lot of novels when I was a junior high school student. I like reading a book very much. I read a book almost every day. I can learn a lot of things from a book, so I like reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to always improve myself in daily life. I want to challenge various things from now on. This is my self-introduction in 2028. Now, I am happy very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(317)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-6940332795528220219?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6940332795528220219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=6940332795528220219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6940332795528220219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/6940332795528220219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/essay-6.html' title='essay 6　‘self-introduction in 2028’'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</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-2902360067633196756.post-7979290035279201270</id><published>2008-06-14T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:11.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SFSg_WSbX9I/AAAAAAAAABA/2TSzTQsnQXE/s1600-h/080614_1023~01-789239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211967678949580754" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SFSg_WSbX9I/AAAAAAAAABA/2TSzTQsnQXE/s320/080614_1023~01-789239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read ‘Wonders of the World’. A lot of places of all the world was printed in this book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I like traveling very much. I have traveled a lot of places so far. It is very interesting for me to travel. I can see a lot of places which I have never seen. I can learn a lot of things throughout traveling. I think that I can grow up throughout traveling. I like traveling very much. I want to travel.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;(80)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7979290035279201270?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7979290035279201270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7979290035279201270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7979290035279201270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7979290035279201270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_14.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SFSg_WSbX9I/AAAAAAAAABA/2TSzTQsnQXE/s72-c/080614_1023~01-789239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-7104142287807536791</id><published>2008-06-11T02:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:11.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CRANE'/><title type='text'>A CRANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SE-gK5Jt2CI/AAAAAAAAAA4/neCPXt-GDyM/s1600-h/080611_1710~01-799538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210559402891663394" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SE-gK5Jt2CI/AAAAAAAAAA4/neCPXt-GDyM/s320/080611_1710~01-799538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a CRANE with folding paper. I am very awkward. However, I like making folding paper. Making a paper crane is very difficult for me, but it become exercises of my head. I often make a paper crane. I want to make folding paper of various kind from now on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;(51)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-7104142287807536791?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7104142287807536791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=7104142287807536791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7104142287807536791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/7104142287807536791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_11.html' title='A CRANE'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SE-gK5Jt2CI/AAAAAAAAAA4/neCPXt-GDyM/s72-c/080611_1710~01-799538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2902360067633196756.post-3743110117238680751</id><published>2008-06-09T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:43:11.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>THOMAS！</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SE01Qk36rRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fe4q7V_iq4Y/s1600-h/080609_2246~01-758458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209878902829919506" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SE01Qk36rRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fe4q7V_iq4Y/s320/080609_2246~01-758458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read ‘Happy Birthday, THOMAS！’. I liked the illustration of this book very much, so I read this book. I have watched the TV program of this book when I was a child. I liked the TV program very much when I was a child. THOMAS is the one of the most favorite character. I had read this book, and I became very pleasant feelings. I think that THOMAS is very cute. I want to read the book of THOMAS again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;(81)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2902360067633196756-3743110117238680751?l=forestofkoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3743110117238680751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2902360067633196756&amp;postID=3743110117238680751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3743110117238680751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2902360067633196756/posts/default/3743110117238680751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestofkoppe.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='THOMAS！'/><author><name>koppe's room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16129417227645068574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7wX5G1B_vk/SE01Qk36rRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fe4q7V_iq4Y/s72-c/080609_2246~01-758458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
