<?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-3342183300340262065</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:38:11.766+09:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='Disney Land'/><category term='The Troy Stone'/><category term='TheAdventures of Tom Sawyer'/><category term='China'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='books'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='tokyo. food shop'/><category term='Aladdin'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='Lamp'/><category term='pig barn'/><category term='eye'/><category term='train'/><category term='cool stuff'/><category term='KAIS'/><category 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Meerkats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagestation.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/f20e7605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.imagestation.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/f20e7605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/Animals/SmallMammals/images/meerkats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/Animals/SmallMammals/images/meerkats.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read a book about meerkats. I learned about meerkats and I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meerkats live and work together in groups called colonies. Meerkats live in South Africa and meeerkats like rocky and hot places so many meerkats live in South Africa. Meerkats use their burrows through holes in the ground and make long tunnel. Meerkats eat grasshoppers, beetles, and spiders. They also hunt mice, small lizards, and small snakes. Meerkats sometimes eat bird eggs. Meerkats hunt diffrent place each day and they running out to found food everyday. Eagles and jackals hunt meerkats and if markats thought their is a eagles and jackels, they make noises to other meerkats. Females birth about 11 weeks after they mate. Females usually have two to four young babies. Kit's eye will open two weeks later and fur is very short first. Kits stay in the burrows until six months. Meerkats are not good pets, because meerkats are dangerous to people and they dig floors and walls. But meerkats are like people sometimes if they work together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-8518281082890725833?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8518281082890725833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=8518281082890725833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/8518281082890725833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/8518281082890725833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/06/meerkats.html' title='Meerkats'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-144692154860250881</id><published>2007-06-04T11:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:50:02.084+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inlineonline.co.uk/images/walk_the_dog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.inlineonline.co.uk/images/walk_the_dog.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, my dog Cookie and I went for a walk. We went to my grandmother's house and we ate mikans that my uncle brought. It was so delicious and this is my favorite fruit. At dinner time, my mom came and we ate more delicious food. After dinner, my mom, Cookie and I went home and we watched TV and relaxed. The next morning, I ate breakfast and I played Nintendo DS lite. In the afternoon, my grandmother and I went  for a walk with Cookie  to the big park. When we came back home, my mom came and we ate dinner. My mom and I went  home and we  slept.          I had a good time this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-144692154860250881?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/144692154860250881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=144692154860250881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/144692154860250881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/144692154860250881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-1064057759333565999</id><published>2007-05-31T11:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:43:23.065+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water slides'/><title type='text'>My amusing  time in last  year's holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aqua-leisure.co.uk/content/UphillWaterSlide_page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.aqua-leisure.co.uk/content/UphillWaterSlide_page.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/water-slide-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/water-slide-5.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever been to a water slide in winter? I haven’t. I only go to water slides in the summer. I went to an amusement water slide with my superb friends and parents. My mom and other parents drove super fast cars and we ran to the water slides. A few hours later, we went to our sizeable place and ate flavorful BBQ and other yummy food. Before we went to the water slides, we drank a little lemon flavor green tea, because I was thirsty. We had an entertainment extravagant time, but my superb friend almost drowned when she jumped from the amusement water slide, so we rescued her and we took her to our special area. A few minutes later she was joyful and we went back to the water slides. In the lovely afternoon, we went home and I slept. I had an amusing time in last year’s summer vacation.&lt;font style=""&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;Next time, I want to try water sliding in winter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-1064057759333565999?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1064057759333565999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=1064057759333565999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1064057759333565999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1064057759333565999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-amusing-time-in-last-years-holiday.html' title='My amusing  time in last  year&apos;s holiday'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-2461547475946290775</id><published>2007-05-30T12:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:33:51.144+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Chinese History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asianart.com/israel/large/17det1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.asianart.com/israel/large/17det1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-chaos.umd.edu/history/picts/firstemperor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www-chaos.umd.edu/history/picts/firstemperor.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before read Chinese history, I didn’t know about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; history, but I read and I &lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;learned a lot of Chinese history. A long time ago, In Shi Hangdog made thousand of houses and person made of clay. A long time ago Amy thought their was a thousand of people were their but it was a fake clay People and houses. In 1975 archaeologists found clay in the Emperor of Quinn’s tomb. Each king ruled the messenger of the gods. Shan Did was the god who ruled the messenger of the gods and nature. The last king Divine killed many people, so he pained height taxes. People from other countries, traveled on the silk road to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Ancient Chinese doctors knew many things about human body. Doctors used healing plants to invent for many ill nesses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-2461547475946290775?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2461547475946290775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=2461547475946290775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/2461547475946290775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/2461547475946290775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/chinese-history.html' title='Chinese History'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-3266549826041973709</id><published>2007-05-29T14:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:48:19.030+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jinnee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arabia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aladdin'/><title type='text'>Aladdin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://andrewnriches.googlepages.com/Aladdin-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://andrewnriches.googlepages.com/Aladdin-7.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this book and this story is different movie one. My favorite part is when Aladdin helped Badr-al-Budur. I like both stories, but the movie Aladdin's characters are cuter then in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoondollemporium.com/aladdin_jasmine_aboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cartoondollemporium.com/aladdin_jasmine_aboo.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day in Arabia, there was a man called Aladdin. He lived with his mother and he was very poor. Aladdin didn't help his mother and he played with his friends every day. One day Aladdin went to the street market and one man said, "Aladdin!," and Aladdin answered and they talked. His name was Abanazar and his brother was Aladdin's father so Aladdin was surprised. Aladdin wanted to tell  his mother about Abanazar so Aladdin and Abanazar went home. One day Aladdin and Abanazar went to up the hill and Abanazar put some powder on the fire. Soon smoke  went away and on the stone there was a ring. Aladin put the ring on his small finger. The next day, Aladdin went to the garden and he found the lamp under the tree. Abanazar wanted that lamp but Aladdin didn't give to him so he put Aladdin in to the hole. For three days Aladdin stayed in the hole, he needed help so he rubbed his ring and the jinnee of the ring came out and jinnee helped him. Aladdin went home and he told his mother about what happened to him. Aladdin was hungry so his mother rubbed the lamp and the jinnee came out and he gave them food on the gold plate every day. Aladdin sold the gold plate every day so he became rich and he opened a shop. Aladdin wanted to marry Princess Badr-al-Budur so Aladdin rubbed the lamp and he said, "Bring the princess here." The jinnee brought the princess to Aladdin's house and he said, "I love you," to the princess and Jinnee took them back to the Princess's house. After a few days, the princess and Aladdin gopt married and they lived in an Arabian palace. One day Abanazar took Aladdin's lamp and he took Aladdin's palace and sent Badr-al-budur to Morocco. Aladdin heard what happened so he went to Morocco and he found his wife. Badr-al-Budur gave sleeping-powder to Abanazar and he drank it. When he slept, Aladdin killed him and they took his house and his wife and the lamp back to Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-3266549826041973709?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3266549826041973709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=3266549826041973709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/3266549826041973709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/3266549826041973709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/aladdin.html' title='Aladdin'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-4529413573037666901</id><published>2007-05-28T10:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:08:07.948+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swollen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inkymess.com/imgs/inkings/bug.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.inkymess.com/imgs/inkings/bug.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              On Saturday morning, I ran for 1 hour. When I came back home, I ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakfast and I watched TV and relaxed. The next day morning, I was so surprised because my left eye was swollen. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hen I went to my grandmother's house, I showed my grandmother and she put aloe on my eye, because aloe is good for swollen eyes. This morning I went to the drug store to buy an eye patch but the drug store was not open so I just put on eye cream and went on the train. My left eye was swollen so everyone was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aloe-vera-juice.net/images/aloe-vera.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.aloe-vera-juice.net/images/aloe-vera.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; looking at my eye. Maybe they thought someone punched my eye. I'll go to the hospital to show them my swollen eye. I hope my eye becomes better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-4529413573037666901?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4529413573037666901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=4529413573037666901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4529413573037666901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4529413573037666901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-weekend_28.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-1300801442242635376</id><published>2007-05-25T11:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:59:53.027+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pocahontas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Pocahontas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.disney-vacation-time.com/img/pocahontas/pocahontas-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.disney-vacation-time.com/img/pocahontas/pocahontas-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like this book, because this book makes me feel excited. My favorite part is Pocahontas and John Smith saw again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day in 1607, three American ships came to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Indians was afraid of the Englishmen so they didn’t attack Englishmen. Indians and Englishmen triad corn and glass. Opekankanu saw Smith’s and nine men so they hit nine men and Smith. Smith said to Opekankanu, “What you want?” Opekankanu said, “Give us your gun,” there is a hundred of Indians so he gave to them and he went to Werowocomoco with Opekankanu. Indians and Pocahontas were interested his blue eye and white skin. Soon john Smith and Pocahontas were good friend. One day Pocahontas said to Smith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”I like you” and Smith said,” I like you too, but you are only child!” Pocahontas was angry at him so she didn’t saw him about two months. But she thought about him every day. Perhaps john Smith thought about Pocahontas too. In the winter of 1608 the English were hungry again so they went to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; and asked king for corn. King said, “OK,” but he wants beads and houses and guns, Smith said, “Ok,” and Smith gave to them and Englishmen went buck to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jamestown&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. One day Pocahontas went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jamestown&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 1614 Pocahontas and john Rolf married. They lived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to see John Smith but she can’t found him so she asked a man and he said,”He was in the ship six weeks so perhaps he is dead,” Pocahontas was so sad and she cried. One day Pocahontas mat a white man, his name is John Rolf, he is kind and Pocahontas and John Role was good friend. One day John Rolf said to Pocahontas, ”I like you so much and I want marry with you,” and she said, ”Ok,” On the April 5 and they had a son. One day a man came to Pocahontas and John Rolf’s house, Pocahontas was surprised because he is John smith. John Smith and Pocahontas spoke and he said, “Goodbye,” and he went. One day Pocahontas was ill and soon she was very ill and she couldn’t move and she said goodbye to John Rolf and she died in March 1617.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-1300801442242635376?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1300801442242635376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=1300801442242635376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1300801442242635376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1300801442242635376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/pocahontas.html' title='Pocahontas'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-4327709821723548952</id><published>2007-05-23T11:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:45:55.828+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KA International School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashes and snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography Exhibit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Ashes and Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://secretweaponlabs.com/words/wp-content/uploads/_colbert5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://secretweaponlabs.com/words/wp-content/uploads/_colbert5.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gordon.blogsmith.com/images/2006/02/ashes%20bird2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://gordon.blogsmith.com/images/2006/02/ashes%20bird2.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lehigh.edu/%7Eamsp/elephant3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lehigh.edu/%7Eamsp/elephant3.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.ashesandsnow.com"&gt;Ashes and Snow&lt;/a&gt; photography exhibit. Gregory Colbert is famous for his photography and his pictures are very beautiful. When we were in the museum there was a lot of photos and beautiful movies but inside there was dark and scary music so it made me feel scared. Before we went in the museum, I thought the pictures were fake but my teacher told me that the pictures are not fake. I liked all the pictures but my favorite picture is of boys listening to an elephant. That picture makes me feel happy and Love. These pictures were taken in India, Egypt, Burma, Tonga, Sri Landa, Namibia, Kenya, Antarctica, the Azores and Borneo. I saw a lot of animals in the pictures and movies, Elephants, Baboons, Tigers, Whales, Gazelles, Crocodiles and other animals.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures tell everyone about animals and people through themes of love and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-4327709821723548952?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4327709821723548952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=4327709821723548952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4327709821723548952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4327709821723548952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/ashes-and-snow.html' title='Ashes and Snow'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-7413984614825790096</id><published>2007-05-21T12:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:35:33.793+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_news3074.article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_news3074.article.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/billythejesusfreak/Political/racism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/billythejesusfreak/Political/racism.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Japanese restaurants have signs that say "Only Japanese," because some Japanese people are still racist against black and white people. If black and white people see that, they will be sad, because they don't understand why Japanese people don't like them. One day, a black baseball player was popular so some Japanese people stopped being racist. Some Japanese people haven't met a lot black and white people so they are racist against them. If Japanese and other people met and talked about where racism comes from and how they can stop it, they would stop racism. I hope people stop racism and they will be happy and like each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-7413984614825790096?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7413984614825790096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=7413984614825790096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7413984614825790096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7413984614825790096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-3205130048483797704</id><published>2007-05-21T11:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:07:13.724+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.craftelady.com/images/Happy_Birthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.craftelady.com/images/Happy_Birthday.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to my grandmother's house and I picked up my dog Cookie. When we came back home, we relaxed and we went on a walk with my dog. The next day, I had to go to my aunt's house so I took Cookie to my grandmother's house and I went to my aunt's house. I ate dinner at my aunt's house and I ate cake too, because my birthday is this week. She gave me clothes and her brother gave me a small ATM machine and my aunt's parents gave me money. I had a good weekend and I was so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-3205130048483797704?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3205130048483797704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=3205130048483797704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/3205130048483797704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/3205130048483797704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-weekend_21.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-6256110731450176431</id><published>2007-05-17T12:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:31:23.406+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashes and snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographer'/><title type='text'>Photography Exhibit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photoshopnews.com/stories/images/ashes_snow/ashes-snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photoshopnews.com/stories/images/ashes_snow/ashes-snow1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lehigh.edu/%7Eamsp/elephant3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lehigh.edu/%7Eamsp/elephant3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday, my school will go to a Photography Exhibit call Ashes and snow. I've never been to a photography exhibit so I'm excited and I want to see a lot of pictures. I don't know why people take pictures. When I take pictures I'm&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ashesandsnow.org/media/images/common/vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ashesandsnow.org/media/images/common/vision.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so happy and it is fun so I think photographers must enjoy their jobs. Pictures are important because they show what happened and record memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-6256110731450176431?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6256110731450176431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=6256110731450176431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6256110731450176431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6256110731450176431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/photography-exhibit.html' title='Photography Exhibit'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-6455912287284812183</id><published>2007-05-15T10:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:47:16.060+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attractions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Land'/><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinaflowergift.com/wedding/r198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.chinaflowergift.com/wedding/r198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, I went to a shopping center and I bought some socks and other things. The next day I went to a flower shop because it was Mother's Day so I bought flowers for my mom.  I went to my grandmother's house because we had a mother's day party. At dinner we had delicious food and I gave the flowers to my mom and my mom gave flowers to  my grandmother. My mom and grandmother we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://niksblick.de/wp-images/P8033328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://niksblick.de/wp-images/P8033328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re happy and they said thank you to us. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In the morning I went to Disney Sea. When we came to Disney Sea we got into the "Disney Train" to go to Disney Land and Disney Sea. When we came to Disney Sea, I went to all of the attractions. At night, we went to restaurants and we ate dinner and watched shows. I had a good time this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-6455912287284812183?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6455912287284812183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=6455912287284812183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6455912287284812183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6455912287284812183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-1058939496901518209</id><published>2007-05-11T11:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:30:50.394+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolphins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whales'/><title type='text'>Dolphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facts-about.org.uk/images/dolphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.facts-about.org.uk/images/dolphins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naturescornermagazine.com/NaturesBlog/images/DOLPHINS%20HAVE%20NAMES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.naturescornermagazine.com/NaturesBlog/images/DOLPHINS%20HAVE%20NAMES.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 30 kinds of dolphins. Some dolphins live in saltwater and freshwater dolphins live in rivers. Dolphins have different colors: gray, black, white and pink. They have a flippers, tails and blowholes. Dolphins use sound when they want to find food and places. Dolphins' enemies are sharks and people. Sometimes, adult dolphins fight back. Adult dolphins run when sharks attack them. Sometimes dolphins get caught in fishing nets. If the nets trap the dolphins, they can't breathe. Killer whales are the largest of the dolphin family. Killer whales kill dolphins and blue whales and other animals. Blue whales are large animals too.When calves (baby dolphins) are born, female dolphins help calves breathe. Females gave milk to young dolphins for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot about dolphins. I have a dream that I'll get a diving license. I want to swim with dolphins one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAmZF79wvu8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAmZF79wvu8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-1058939496901518209?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1058939496901518209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=1058939496901518209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1058939496901518209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1058939496901518209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/dolphins.html' title='Dolphins'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-1170913762449129314</id><published>2007-05-10T11:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:16.157+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jiyugaoka'/><title type='text'>Jiyugaoka Green Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RkKWdDu0nXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7AQXviiPW60/s1600-h/IMGP0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RkKWdDu0nXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7AQXviiPW60/s200/IMGP0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062774357079924082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RkKWEju0nWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3VmPK44udLw/s1600-h/IMGP0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RkKWEju0nWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3VmPK44udLw/s200/IMGP0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062773936173129058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my school and I went to Green Street and we saw a lot of shops and people. I didn't know Jiyugaoka, so I learned a lot about Jiyugaoka, but I want to know more about it.  We took pictures of restaurants, clothes shops and other shops. When I walked in the tunnel, I saw old Jiyugaoka pictures, I was so interested. We are going to make an internet site and we will put up pictures.      I hope people will look at our picture and they will come to Jiyugaoka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-1170913762449129314?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1170913762449129314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=1170913762449129314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1170913762449129314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1170913762449129314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/jiyugaoka-green-street.html' title='Jiyugaoka Green Street'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RkKWdDu0nXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7AQXviiPW60/s72-c/IMGP0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342183300340262065.post-441261498389433947</id><published>2007-05-07T11:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T13:03:14.666+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kabuki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>The best of my golden week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.japan-zone.com/culture/pix/kabuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.japan-zone.com/culture/pix/kabuki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newton.uor.edu/Departments&amp;Programs/AsianStudiesDept/asian_theater/kabuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://newton.uor.edu/Departments&amp;amp;Programs/AsianStudiesDept/asian_theater/kabuki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my Golden week was when my grandmother and I went to "Kabuki", which is people who cover their faces with makeup and wear kimonos and act. My aunt gave us Kabuki tickets. In the afternoon, we went to the kabuki theater and we bought lunch and we sat in our seats. The Kabuki people spoke Japanese but I didn't understand, because they spoke old Japanese, but it was funny. I was so surprised because   some men acted as women. Afterward, we ate lunch, it was so delicious. After we ate lunch, we went back to our seats and watched Kabuki again. When Kabuki was finished, it was 9:00pm so I was tired, but I had a good time. I want to go Kabuki again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-441261498389433947?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/441261498389433947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=441261498389433947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/441261498389433947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/441261498389433947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-best-of-my-golden-week.html' title='The best of my golden week'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-6532735909533355108</id><published>2007-04-27T11:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:50:10.254+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golde Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>IN GOLDEN WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cynicaltravel.com/blog/images/disney4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cynicaltravel.com/blog/images/disney4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of plans for Golden Week. I'm so excited, because Golden week is fun! But during Golden week, everywhere is crowded so sometimes people can't go to where they want. I hope we can go to a lot of places.  I want to go to Disneyland and DisneySea, because my birthday is in May. And I really want to go to an "Onsen", which is a very big bath, and I want to eat a lot of delicious food! I will enjoy Golden Week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-6532735909533355108?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6532735909533355108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=6532735909533355108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6532735909533355108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6532735909533355108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-golden-week.html' title='IN GOLDEN WEEK'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-5896885070890866123</id><published>2007-04-23T10:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:01:37.580+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company'/><title type='text'>The Big Picture - A Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3342183300340262065"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3342183300340262065" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I liked this book because it made me feel excited. I hope you will read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in Tokyo, there was a photographer named Kenji Harada. Sometimes photo companies bought his photos  but it did not pay a lot of money, so he was not rich. His wife Sachiko wasn't happy because she wanted money. In Tokai Photo Agency, Kenzaburo Yoshimoto is a big name for a small man. Kenzaburo said, "Go to the Tokyo Garden Hotel at 10.30&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://secure.pocatelloshops.com/photos/archive/2006-05-25/yellowstone-photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="https://secure.pocatelloshops.com/photos/archive/2006-05-25/yellowstone-photographer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;." There were Takahanada and his girlfriend Kumiko Okada. Takahanada was a famous sumo star in Japan. Kenji wore a suit and he tried to take their pictures and he took a taxi. When he came to the Garden Hotel, there were about twenty-five photographers and they took pictures of Takahanada and Kumiko Okada. Next to the hotel,       t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naturephoto-cz.com/photos/others/photographer-2671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.naturephoto-cz.com/photos/others/photographer-2671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here was a cafe so he went to there and he saw Takahanada and Okada Kumiko going into the cafe. Kenji thought   he will get money if he takes pictures of Takahanada and Okada Kumiko. After he took pictures, he took a taxi and someone  tried to hit Kenji because he wanted Kenji's pictures of Takahanada and Kumiko Okada, but he was gone. When he came back to his home and he opened his darkroom, there was a mess because someone was in his darkroom. Kenji called the police and they said, "Maybe next time he'll kill you."  Kenji went to Tokyo station and he put the film in locker number 93. He went to out of the station and he got a taxi, but a car stopped next to Kenji and  a man pushed him into the  man's car. The men  put something  over  his eyes  and he couldn't see anything. The man asked Kenji about the film and Kenji said, "Locker Number42" and the man pushed him into the man's room and the man went to  find the number 42  locker. The man came back to the room and Kenji punched the man in the face and he went outside. Kenji said,"Stop stop," and he held up his hand. Soon a car stopped and drove him to Tokyo. Kenji told Uchikawa of the Tokyo Police about what happened and they went to Tokyo station. They saw someone trying to open locker 93, so Uchikawa told the three police and they caught the man who tried to hit Kenji and the man went to the jail. Kenji went to the photo company and he gave Takahanada and Kumiko Okada's photos to them and he got a million yen and Kenji's family was happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-5896885070890866123?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5896885070890866123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=5896885070890866123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/5896885070890866123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/5896885070890866123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-picture.html' title='The Big Picture - A Book Review'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-7681524629801533368</id><published>2007-04-18T14:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:58:02.965+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States of America'/><title type='text'>A man killed 32 people in Virginia</title><content type='html'>At Virginia Tech University, Cho Seuny-Hui killed 32 people. After he killed 32 people, he killed himself. Mr. Cho moved to the United States from South Korea with his family in 1992. Classmates thought  his personality was dark. Also neighbors thought Mr. Cho was a quiet man when he played basketball by himself. Mr. Cho was a 2003 graduate of Westfield High School in Chantilly and he went to Virginia Tech.  Mr. Cho was stalking two women that and he killed. Mr. Cho’s plays are about a fight between a son and a father who kill each other. Police don't know why Mr. Cho killed 32 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; He was so crazy, because he killed 32people and he always thought crazy things. I think he  was worried about his personality and he didn't have any friends so he killed 32 people.&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-7681524629801533368?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7681524629801533368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=7681524629801533368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7681524629801533368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7681524629801533368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-killed-32-people-in-virginia.html' title='A man killed 32 people in Virginia'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-5668311288463695878</id><published>2007-04-17T11:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:23:40.838+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nihonbashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mochi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tokyo. food shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takashimaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oohara.mt.tama.hosei.ac.jp/nk/jpegfiles/mochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://oohara.mt.tama.hosei.ac.jp/nk/jpegfiles/mochi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, I walked my dog and I studied. At night we ate chicken, vegetables, rice and soup. On Sunday, my Mom, my Grandmother and I went to "Nihonbashi" because we wanted to go to "Takashimaya", which is a big shopping center. My grandmother bought me clothes. I was so happy! We walked around the shopping center. At night, we ate dinner. I ate "soba", a type of Japanese noodle. My Grandmother and my Mom ate seafood - it was so delicious. After dinner we went to a food court and bought many kinds of "mochi", a food made from rice. My favorite kind of mochi is "mitarashi dango", it is sweet and delicious. We went home and we slept. The next day I ate "mochi" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c8/Takashimaya_Times_Square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c8/Takashimaya_Times_Square.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It was so delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-5668311288463695878?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5668311288463695878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=5668311288463695878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/5668311288463695878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/5668311288463695878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-3080011104390948340</id><published>2007-04-12T15:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:23:12.577+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park. poor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Essay 1: Being strange is not always bad</title><content type='html'>Being strange is not always bad. First of all some strange people make us laugh, like comedians make me laugh. My favorite comedian is Taka and Tishi. Yesterday I saw one man. He sang in the park. He was so funny and he was so interesting. Some old men say good jokes. I think old men have lots of jokes. Futhermore some strange people are kind. My teacher Jonathan teaches me good science and he is a good science teacher. Another teacher,  Joshua, always talks to me when he sees me. He is very funny too. My teacher Charly is very kind and some times he says funny jokes. Finally some strange people are pathetic. Some homeless people don't have houses. They live in the street, but they are trying to be normal people. Some poor people don't have enough money, but they are trying to find jobs. In conclusion, being strange can be very good sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-3080011104390948340?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3080011104390948340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=3080011104390948340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/3080011104390948340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/3080011104390948340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/04/essay-1-being-strange-is-not-always-bad.html' title='Essay 1: Being strange is not always bad'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-6906841714433604585</id><published>2007-04-11T13:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:15:10.432+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Like A Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>JUST LIKE A MOVIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sawf.org/newsphotos/hollywood/ANGELINA-JOLIE-brad-pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sawf.org/newsphotos/hollywood/ANGELINA-JOLIE-brad-pitt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is fiction but it seems like a true story. I like this story because it is about love. I like love stories! When you read this book report and if you like it please read the book JUST LIKE A MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in Toronto, Canada, Brad Black went to a movie and he saw a woman. Her name was Gina and they talked to each other. Soon they fell in love with each other and Brad wanted to marry Gina, but they were poor.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday they went to see a movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Money&lt;/span&gt;. It was about a man and a woman. They were poor and the woman wanted money so she married an old rich man and when he died, she got money and she married her young boyfriend. After the movie Brad thought money was important, but Gina thought money was not important.  &lt;br /&gt;The next day he met a very rich woman named Carrie. He was a handyman so he went to her big house. They talked a lot and Brad thought Carrie liked him. Brad thought he wanted life to be like a movie and get money so he told Carrie, "I want marry you," and Carrie said, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;One day Brad went to Vancouver because he married Carrie. One day it was so windy so he needed to fix the roof of the house so he went up and he told Carrie, "I need your help," because he wanted to kill her. Brad pushed the ladder and he tried to push her off but it didn’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning he couldn't find Carrie so he called the police and he told them about what happened. The police asked Brad many questions and he answered all of them. After that he found a beautiful pen. It was Carrie’s and he put it in his pocket and he went to the lake because he thought if he put the pen in the lake, the police will think Carrie is dead. So he put the pen in the lake. The next day the police called Brad and they told him that Carrie is dead. Brad got money so Brad and Gina went to the airport because they were going to Paris. When they came to the airport, some police came and the police wanted to talk to Brad so they went to a room and Brad saw Carrie, who was not dead. Carrie explained to him about what happened when she was not in the house and Brad was surprised because Carrie and Gina were friends. The police said to Brad, "You have to go to prison for five years." Brad said to the police, `Why do I have to go to prison?" The policeman said, "Because you tried to kill Carrie."&lt;br /&gt;One day in the newspaper there was an article about Gina and Carrie and it said "Just Like A Movie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-6906841714433604585?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6906841714433604585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=6906841714433604585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6906841714433604585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6906841714433604585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-like-movie.html' title='JUST LIKE A MOVIE'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-5534139309688022189</id><published>2007-04-10T13:07:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:16.375+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jiyugaoka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Our new KAIS in Jiyugaoka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RhsXi23h9YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/heVwa7mZGVA/s1600-h/30-03-07_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RhsXi23h9YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/heVwa7mZGVA/s200/30-03-07_1602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051657294637561218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photopassjapan.com/images/img%206861%20tokyo%20jiyugaoka%20eki%20mae%20mairu%20densha%20-%20jiyugaoka%20station.jp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.photopassjapan.com/images/img%206861%20tokyo%20jiyugaoka%20eki%20mae%20mairu%20densha%20-%20jiyugaoka%20station.jp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photopassjapan.com/images/img%206861%20tokyo%20jiyugaoka%20eki%20mae%20mairu%20densha%20-%20jiyugaoka%20station.jp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.photopassjapan.com/images/img%206861%20tokyo%20jiyugaoka%20eki%20mae%20mairu%20densha%20-%20jiyugaoka%20station.jp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yukihime.com/photos/040804/04_hilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://yukihime.com/photos/040804/04_hilo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we moved to Jiyugaoka. The new Kikokushijo Academy International School is better then the old one in Daitabashi because the inside is very big and clean. Also, the new school has a second floor so we have a lot of classrooms, like a history room, a Science room, a Computer room and some more. But I miss the old Daitabashi school too. There are many old houses there so we saw old people everyday but in Jiyugaoka, there are young people walking too. In Jiyugaoka, there are many shops around the station so sometimes we go to cafes or shops.  We are enjoying Jiyugaoka. We have a new student in our school so we are so happy! Also in September, many new students will come to my school so we are very excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-5534139309688022189?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5534139309688022189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=5534139309688022189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/5534139309688022189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/5534139309688022189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/04/jiyugaoka.html' title='Our new KAIS in Jiyugaoka'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RhsXi23h9YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/heVwa7mZGVA/s72-c/30-03-07_1602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342183300340262065.post-1226383141147294671</id><published>2007-03-29T10:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:06:01.587+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheAdventures of Tom Sawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Book Review: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theoldcomputer.com/Libarary%27s/Pictures/NESGameCovers/A/Adventures%20of%20Tom%20Sawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.theoldcomputer.com/Libarary%27s/Pictures/NESGameCovers/A/Adventures%20of%20Tom%20Sawyer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0582419239.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0582419239.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Adventures of Tom Sawyer&lt;/span&gt;. This book is fiction, but I thought this book was very good and interesting. Mark Twain wrote this story. Mark Twain and Samuel Clemens is then same person, but he called himself&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain when he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Sawyer lived in his aunt Polly's house because his mother and father were dead. One day Tom didn't want to go to school so Polly was angry at him. Polly said to Tom, "You can't play with your friends so you need to help me with work." The next day Tom painted and Polly was so suprised and she was so happy. Then, Tom went to play with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;The next day at twelve o'clock, Tom and Huck went to a graveyard and they saw Injun Joe killing the doctor. Tom and Huck ran away quickly because they were afraid.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Tom, Joe, and Huck went to the river. Soon they heard th someone's voice talking about Tom and Huck and Joe, the ship people thought the boys were dead.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, many children came to church and they were so sad because they thought the three boys were dead. Soon, three boys came to church and they were suprised and they were so happy. One day, Tom thought Injun Joe put treasure near Mrs. Douglas' house so Tom and Huck went to there and they found a lot of money.  Huck moved into a new house but he didn't want to because he didn't want to go to school, church and wash his clothes. Tom said to Huck, "Please stay in your house," and Huck stayed in his new house and Tom and Huck were good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-1226383141147294671?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1226383141147294671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=1226383141147294671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1226383141147294671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1226383141147294671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/book-review-adventures-of-tom-sawyer.html' title='Book Review: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-7417854663612000247</id><published>2007-03-26T10:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:32:16.112+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bibinmba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kids-party-paradise.com/images/inflatablecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.kids-party-paradise.com/images/inflatablecake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shinjuku-ryuen.com/menu/bibinba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.shinjuku-ryuen.com/menu/bibinba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, my Mom and I went to my grandmother's home and we ate Bibimba. It was so  delicious.  After dinner, we went back home and I watched TV. At 11:30 pm I went to bed and I slept. The next morning, I woke up at 9:00 and I ate breakfast. After breakfast I did homework and I watched TV. At 4:00 I took a walk with my dog, because he had to exercise! My dog is getting fat so we walk everyday. At dinner we ate fish, rice, miso soup, vegetables, and more. The next day, my grandmother came to my house and we had a good time! This weekend, I was relaxed so I did not go outside very much. Today is my Mom's cousin's mother's mother's birthday, so my mom and I will go to her birthday party. I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-7417854663612000247?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7417854663612000247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=7417854663612000247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7417854663612000247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7417854663612000247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-weekend_6987.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-6111178363013653860</id><published>2007-03-23T11:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:17.100+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>One Day In Daijo- FICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNJBpKZmXI/AAAAAAAAADU/E1a844NoG3s/s1600-h/old+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNJBpKZmXI/AAAAAAAAADU/E1a844NoG3s/s200/old+house.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044956300163258738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNIoZKZmWI/AAAAAAAAADM/RH7deNweccA/s1600-h/cat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNIoZKZmWI/AAAAAAAAADM/RH7deNweccA/s200/cat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044955866371561826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNIM5KZmVI/AAAAAAAAADE/rpAh6hlCegA/s1600-h/train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNIM5KZmVI/AAAAAAAAADE/rpAh6hlCegA/s200/train.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044955393925159250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNHnZKZmTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uWVCdlkOs0U/s1600-h/alcohol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNHnZKZmTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uWVCdlkOs0U/s200/alcohol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044954749680064818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNH55KZmUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8PcZlQ_4Kes/s1600-h/trainline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNH55KZmUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8PcZlQ_4Kes/s200/trainline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044955067507644738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I went to Daijo, becouse my friend lives there. I went a different way so I didn't know where I was, so I tried to ask directions but no one was there. I took my phone and tried to call my friend but my phone didn't work! I came to a dark street and I saw some one so I ran to ask where I was? Soon after, I saw it was a man, he was drinking alcohol and he looked very old so I was scared of him. I ran away. Then I saw light coming from a street so I ran there and I walked across the train tracks. Suddenly, a train came and almost hit me! I was so lucky it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept walking and soon I came to the dark street again, this time I couldn't see anything and it was windy. I saw a fat brown cat and he came up to me and the cat scratched my face so my face got red. I was so angry at the cat and I followed it. I saw an old house - it looked like it was broken, and the cat was in the house too! I tried to go into the old house and I saw that there were many cats! I was so scared of the cats so I went outside and I kept running. Soon I saw light and there was a street, so I went there and I called my friend. I went to my friend's house and I was safe. Daijo is dangerous!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-6111178363013653860?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6111178363013653860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=6111178363013653860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6111178363013653860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/6111178363013653860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-day-in-daijo-fiction.html' title='One Day In Daijo- FICTION'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RgNJBpKZmXI/AAAAAAAAADU/E1a844NoG3s/s72-c/old+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342183300340262065.post-4487608933477474367</id><published>2007-03-22T12:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:19:46.669+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Troy Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Troy Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.longman-elt.com/intouch/graphics/large_pics/0582402875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.longman-elt.com/intouch/graphics/large_pics/0582402875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chevvytours.com/website.pictures.used/troy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.chevvytours.com/website.pictures.used/troy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Troy Stone is a very good story. My favorite part is when Mark went to back many many years ago and fought with Andros and other men. This story is fiction, but many years ago the Greeks and Trojans had a real war with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the Jackson family went to Turkey on a holiday. They stayed in Istanbul. Mark and Fay's parents like Turkey. It has good weather and the food was good. At 9 o'clock in the morning,  the Jackson family got on the bus and went to the old city. Mark stopped walking and he sat under the tree. He found a yellow stone and he picked it up. Then he started to clean the stone and he could not hear or see anything. Then soon he opened his eyes and he was standing on the beach! He could see many ships and someone gave Mark a lot of wood. A man called Mark and he followed him. Then the man said, "My name is Andros." Soon Mark and Andros saw some things, and Mark saw a man who was looking for a stone for the horse's one bright eye. Mark gave him the Stone and Mark helped to make the horse. The man said, "You can come with us in the horse tomorrow night." Mark was surprised. At night he saw an old woman named Ana. She was cooking and she told him a story about many years ago. The next night, Mark and other men got on the horse and the men fought the Trojans. Later, Troy was on fire. Mark saw a beautiful woman named Helen of Troy.  Ana told Mark about her life. Andros and Mark and other men ran down the street. Mark saw Trojans so Mark said,"Please don't kill me! Please! Please!"  When Mark woke up under the tree again and he walked  to the bus, an old woman said to Mark, "Do you want a wood horse?" But Mark said, "No. It can't be," because that old woman was from a long time ago. The old woman said, "Come and see me again one day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-4487608933477474367?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4487608933477474367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=4487608933477474367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4487608933477474367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4487608933477474367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/troy-stone.html' title='The Troy Stone'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-7317748199152526073</id><published>2007-03-19T10:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:58:52.822+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenkou Land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onsen'/><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11073493/Basket_Ball_For_Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11073493/Basket_Ball_For_Wall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/41/Onsen_in_Nachikatsuura,_Japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/41/Onsen_in_Nachikatsuura,_Japan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday I went to my basketball practice at 9:30 am. At 10:00 am we started practicing and that was the last practice for the sixth grade, so it was very sad for us. At 12:00 pm my basketball team went to a restaurant. We ate delicious food and we had a good time. At 5:00 pm my mom and I went to my friend's house. We played on the computer and did some fun things, it was a fun day. At 11:00 pm I came back home and had a shower and then went to sleep. At 10:00 am we woke up and we ate breakfast. At 3:00 my dog Cookie and I went to my grandmother's house and we walked my dog. It was a fun time. At 7:00 we went to Kenkou Land again which was relaxing and fun. At 9:00 we came back home and we were so tired so we went to sleep. I enjoyed my weekend a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-7317748199152526073?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7317748199152526073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=7317748199152526073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7317748199152526073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7317748199152526073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-2486940344239367350</id><published>2007-03-15T13:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:54:15.025+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Lopez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't know who Jennifer Lopez was, but I read her book and I think she is very kind and she is beautiful. She can dance, sing, and she is a movie star so I think she is great!&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of Jennifer Lopez's music videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWZX1yNrANs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWZX1yNrANs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer was born on July 24, 1970. She is very beautiful and she is very popular. Jennifer went to a dance school, so she became a good dancer. Jennifer's father didn't understand that his daughter wanted to be a performer. One day in 1988, Jennifer wanted to stop going to school, so her parents were angry at her. Also Jennifer was angry too, so she walked out of the house. She lived in her dance school for a few days and after that she moved to an apartment. Now, she can dance, she can sing, and she is movie star! Her first movie was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mi Familia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which made her famous. In 1997, Jennifer married Ojani Noa. But Ojiani Noa was jealous of her, because when Jennifer kissed someone in a movie, Ojani Noa and Jennifer got divorced. But they meet often and they are good friends.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know her, you should watch a music video because she is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-2486940344239367350?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/2486940344239367350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/2486940344239367350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/jennifer-lopez.html' title='Jennifer Lopez'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342183300340262065.post-7908322692253388737</id><published>2007-03-14T10:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:28:55.697+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pig barn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte&apos;s Web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Charlotte's Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cs.nyu.edu/milan/images/charlott.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cs.nyu.edu/milan/images/charlott.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tesco.com/pi/entertainment/DVD/LF/548379_DV_L_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.tesco.com/pi/entertainment/DVD/LF/548379_DV_L_F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Charlotte's Web and watched the movie. It was very good story and I liked it.  The book  and movie were different. The movie was better than the book because the movie's story was easy to understand, but the book was a little bit hard to understand. Also, the movie was funnier than the book. But both stories were different so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in the Spring, a pig had babies. Fern's father tried to kill one baby pig. Fern said, "Please don't kill that baby pig!" But Fern's father replied, "But Fern, we don't need that pig." Fern was still crying and crying and finally Fern's father said, "OK, you can have it." Then Fern was happy, and named the pig Wilbur. Fern and Wilbur were very good friends, but one day Wilbur had to go to the barn, because Wilbur was big and he was not a baby anymore. Then Wilbur got on the truck and Fern said goodbye to Wilbur. When Wilbur arrived at the barn, he wanted to play with the baby sheep, but the baby sheep's father said no because the pig was fat and he would die soon. Wilbur thought, "I don't wont to die," and he was sad. At night, Wilbur couldn't sleep because he missed Fern. Wilbur heard someone's voice. It was Charlotte, a spider. Wilbur said to her, "I don't wont to be die." Then Charlotte said, "I will help you." Wilbur said, "How do you do?" Charlotte said, "I will tell you tomorrow, so now you should sleep." Then Wilbur slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Wilbur saw a beautiful web and it said, "Some Pig." Mr.  Zuckerman saw that beautiful web and he told many people so many people came to the barn. Wilbur was popular. But one day the beautiful web was not popular anymore, so Wilbur was sad and told Charlotte. Then Charlotte said to Templeton, "Please find a word in the paper.'' Templeton found a good word in the paper. The next day every one saw the beautiful web and it said "Terrific" and many people came to the barn and saw the beautiful web and Wilbur. One day Wilbur went to the fair with Fern and Mr.  Zuckerman and Charlotte and Templeton. Fern and Wilbur were still together but Fern's friend said, "Let go to the attractions!"  So Fern went with her friend, and Wilbur was very sad. At night Templeton was so hungry he walked around the shops and found a lot of food and he was very happy. The next day, Wilbur got a medal and Mr.  Zuckerman got a lot of money, so everyone was happy.  Wilbur had to go to the barn so he tried to go in the gate, but Charlotte was going to die soon because she had baby spiders. Wilbur cried and cried, and then Charlotte died. Wilbur held the eggs and he went to go back to the barn. In Spring, many animals were born and the baby spiders hatched and said goodbye to everyone. The spiders fled away, but three baby spiders still stayed in the barn. Wilbur was happy and the other animals were happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-7908322692253388737?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7908322692253388737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=7908322692253388737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7908322692253388737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7908322692253388737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/charlottes-web.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s Web'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-16320559137037322</id><published>2007-03-12T10:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T10:58:23.527+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane'/><title type='text'>My perfect day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.givecars.com/images/hawaii-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.givecars.com/images/hawaii-beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfect day would start without school and I want to go to Hawaii, because my favorite place is Hawaii. In the morning I will go to the airport, then I will go on an airplane. When I arrive in Hawaii, I will go to my hotel, then I will put my bags in my room.  I will go outside and  go shopping, then I will buy many dresses,  cute stuff, and jewelery. After shopping, I rent a car and driver and I will go to the beach. When I arrive at the beach, I will swim in the sea and I will see many fish.  At dinner, I will go to a restaurant and eat delicious food. After dinner, I will go back to my hotel. I will be tired so I will go to bed and then I will sleep. The next day morning, I will go to a BBQ in the hotel's patio. At noon, I will go to the airport. At night I will arrive back in Japan and I will take a taxi and I come back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-16320559137037322?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/16320559137037322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=16320559137037322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/16320559137037322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/16320559137037322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-perfect-day.html' title='My perfect day'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-4500513856755532284</id><published>2007-03-09T10:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:46:08.972+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenkou Land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tokyo. food shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onsen'/><title type='text'>On Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kuraya-onsen.jp/image/img_r1_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.kuraya-onsen.jp/image/img_r1_c1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, my grandma, my mom and I went to Kenkou Land. There are many different hot baths in Kenkou Land. Many people want to relax,  so people go to Kenkou Land, and also people can sleep for 24 hours. And there are shops, game centers, food shops and a cinema at Kenkou Land! We enjoyed Kenkou Land. After bath time we ate dinner. My grandma ate ramen, my mom ate hot seafood soup, and I ate egg and meat with gravy. It was delicious!  After dinner we went back home.  I was so tired, and I had school on Tuesday so I went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-4500513856755532284?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4500513856755532284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=4500513856755532284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4500513856755532284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4500513856755532284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-tuesday.html' title='On Tuesday'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-613597895158023424</id><published>2007-02-23T10:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:22:27.403+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tournament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Spring holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blcs.blacktown.nsw.gov.au/blacktown/fms/document-tree/blcs/jpg/basket-ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.blcs.blacktown.nsw.gov.au/blacktown/fms/document-tree/blcs/jpg/basket-ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is our Spring holiday, I'm so excited about my plan. My mom and my grandmother and I will go to a cool place! I'm not sure where we will go to but anyway it will be a fun place.  And I will go to my friend's house. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; is new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she moved there last year. I have never been to her new house so I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;! This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday,&lt;/span&gt; I will go to basketball practice&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at 10:00 am and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; that, my basketball team will have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;! B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ecause&lt;/span&gt; 6th grade will become 7th grade, the 6th grade basketball team will end.  The next day we will have a basketball tournament&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so 6th grade is the last match. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Many basketball&lt;/span&gt; teams will be coming to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tournament! We have a boys' team and girls' team. The boys' team's name is Green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fighters&lt;/span&gt;, and the girls' team's name is Mu&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chas&lt;/span&gt;. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Spanish,&lt;/span&gt; Muc&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt; "cute girls".  We are so excited, but we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;! But we will do our best and we will win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-613597895158023424?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/613597895158023424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=613597895158023424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/613597895158023424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/613597895158023424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/02/spring-holiday.html' title='Spring holiday'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-4476933363190706765</id><published>2007-02-21T10:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:23:06.453+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ogurishun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hayami mokomichi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous'/><title type='text'>My favorite famous people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/9779/pppp1tu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 223px;" src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/9779/pppp1tu.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x1a.xanga.com/f78a54f53363070244706/z47227453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 355px;" src="http://x1a.xanga.com/f78a54f53363070244706/z47227453.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite Japanese celebrity is Shun Oguri. He is tall and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;he &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;is in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hanayoridango, a Japanese famous TV drama. It is a good drama and a funny story.    Also, I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mocomochi Hayami. He is very tall and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. He is in the show "Tokyo Tower"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. It is a good show.  I think you have never seen these famous handsome men, but if you saw them, you would like them! I like more famous people, but my favorite men are Shun Oguri and Mokomiti Hayami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-4476933363190706765?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4476933363190706765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=4476933363190706765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4476933363190706765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/4476933363190706765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-favorite-famous-people.html' title='My favorite famous people'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-7101702819834920763</id><published>2007-02-20T10:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:17.842+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tokyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Science Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RdpYgugrLZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wzL8lnQfGvk/s1600-h/IMGP0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RdpYgugrLZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wzL8lnQfGvk/s200/IMGP0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033432852804087186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RdpYOugrLYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MJtSOFiOD-w/s1600-h/IMGP0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RdpYOugrLYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MJtSOFiOD-w/s200/IMGP0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033432543566441858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RdpaNugrLdI/AAAAAAAAABg/aKrtn2ZLvxA/s1600-h/IMGP0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RdpaNugrLdI/AAAAAAAAABg/aKrtn2ZLvxA/s200/IMGP0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033434725409828306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/Rdpa_-grLeI/AAAAAAAAABo/UXqvcKo8D1M/s1600-h/IMGP0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/Rdpa_-grLeI/AAAAAAAAABo/UXqvcKo8D1M/s200/IMGP0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033435588698254818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our school &lt;a href="http://www.kaischool.com"&gt;KAIS&lt;/a&gt; went to the Science Museum. There was cool stuff in the Science Museum, my favorite science thing was the robots, because the robots were futuristic, so some robots looked like people, and some robots looked cool and cute but will help people do their jobs. I don't know when people will use those robots in this world, but I'm excited.  These robots will help people.  We learned good science things in the Science Museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-7101702819834920763?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7101702819834920763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=7101702819834920763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7101702819834920763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7101702819834920763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/02/science-museum.html' title='Science Museum'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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/_bZn8vHmlwTQ/RdpYgugrLZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wzL8lnQfGvk/s72-c/IMGP0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342183300340262065.post-1127185465533297322</id><published>2007-02-15T10:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:07:19.590+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiv'/><title type='text'>HIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aids-india.org/images/aids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.aids-india.org/images/aids3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors studied &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;50 &lt;/span&gt;people with HIV in San Francisco Medical Center.  If  HIV-positive people turn to AIDS, they will die.   Also many African people have HIV, so many African people die. Some HIV-positive people get very sore feet.  HIV people can smoke marijuana, because  the drug is good formaking their feet feel better.  But usually people can't smoke marijuana, they will go to jail.  But I think usually it not ok, but marijuana smoking helps AIDS people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-1127185465533297322?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1127185465533297322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=1127185465533297322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1127185465533297322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1127185465533297322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/02/hiv.html' title='HIV'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-1433133815601855432</id><published>2007-02-14T10:29:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:13:41.355+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stormresearch.com/vortex/950602/images/dimmitt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.stormresearch.com/vortex/950602/images/dimmitt.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.blogger.com/Image%20may%20be%20scaled%20down%20and%20subject%20to%20copyright."&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www2.blogger.com/Image%20may%20be%20scaled%20down%20and%20subject%20to%20copyright." alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A tornedo came to America  on Tuesday.  Many people died. The storm killed an old woman.  And in the city, a storm knocked down power lines and tree limbs.  141 inches is a lot of snow for up state in New York.  And also snow was around the houses.  After 10 days, snow was still falling in New York. If a tornedo or storm comes to your city,  please be careful. And also I'll be careful too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-1433133815601855432?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1433133815601855432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=1433133815601855432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1433133815601855432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/1433133815601855432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/02/weather.html' title='The weather'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-7768333455034593488</id><published>2007-02-13T11:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:21:05.578+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.openkitchen.net/cook/bibinba/bibinba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.openkitchen.net/cook/bibinba/bibinba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to my aunt's house.  Because my aunt felt bad, we worried about her.  But she looks ok so we  are happy for her.  At dinner time my aunt's mother made for us.  It was Korean food! It was delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342183300340262065-7768333455034593488?l=plaincookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7768333455034593488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3342183300340262065&amp;postID=7768333455034593488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7768333455034593488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342183300340262065/posts/default/7768333455034593488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plaincookie.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11643098057288338355</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-3342183300340262065.post-8024454951043571648</id><published>2007-02-09T11:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:37:21.624+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tokyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shinjuku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><title type='text'>shinjuku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gizmodo.com/archives/images/sushi_usb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.gizmodo.com/archives/images/sushi_usb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinjuku is a very big city and a cool place!  Shinjuku is a very popular place and there are many shops in Shinjuku, like food  shops, dress shops and more.  On the weekend my mom and I go to Shinjuku sometimes.  If you come to Japan please try to go to Shinjuku. 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