<?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-12276207</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:25:23.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kariyazaki - my destiny -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12276207.post-112107300733200768</id><published>2005-07-11T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T02:10:07.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanabata</title><content type='html'>Now, the festival is being held in my town. This is &lt;em&gt;Tanabata&lt;/em&gt; festival. &lt;em&gt;Tanabata&lt;/em&gt; is 7th July. This day is the day when Orihime and Hikoboshi, who are fabulous persons, met at the Galaxy a long time ago. We celebrate this meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many stalls along the street and my part time job members are openning the stall. Yesterday, I went to the stall to help them. Yesterday was Sunday, so there were many people on the street.  We shouted "Roll up, roll up!" At first, we enjoyed shouting. We seldom shout, so we felt refreshed, but it lasted 6 hours. At last, we were hoarse. Now I have a sore throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-112107300733200768?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/112107300733200768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=112107300733200768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112107300733200768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112107300733200768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/07/tanabata.html' title='Tanabata'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12276207.post-112088885176805317</id><published>2005-07-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:00:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>Today, I took an exaination of readig class. This exam was my first exam in this semester, so I was strained and I didn't sleep last night to prepare for the exam, so I was sleepy. But I hate to sleep during an examination, so I tried my best. As a result, I managed to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I have to go through many examinations. It's hard, but before long, summer vacation comes. I'll try my best to enjoy summer vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-112088885176805317?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/112088885176805317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=112088885176805317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112088885176805317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112088885176805317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/07/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-112072560271200527</id><published>2005-07-07T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:40:02.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Worst Day</title><content type='html'>Now I have just come back home from school. But now I'm drenched and dirty, because I forgot to take my umbrella. I knew that it would rain in the afternoon, but today I would finish my classes before afternoon, so I decided I didn't have to take my umbrella. As I expected, there was no rain, when I started to come home. But, one of my friends asked me to go shopping with him. I didn't have nothing to do, so I did.&lt;br /&gt; But when we started to go home, it started to rain violently. We dashed to the station crazily. The next moment, all I could see was the floor and everyone looked at me with pity but no one give me a hand. I went home feeling depressed. I understand Japanese are distant to strangers. What's worse,  sun is shining ridiculously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-112072560271200527?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/112072560271200527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=112072560271200527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112072560271200527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112072560271200527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-worst-day.html' title='Another Worst Day'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-112056143510422089</id><published>2005-07-05T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T04:03:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Grandma</title><content type='html'>Today, my grandma has come to my house. I haven't seen her for a long time, so I'm pleased and surprised at the same time, because  she has aged a lot. Before, she looks younger than her age, but now she is just a ugly old woman. You may think I'm very rude to write such a thing. Please don't misunderstand. Actually, we are very friendly each other. We are like best friends. When I was a junior high school student, I often go shopping with her because I knew she bought anything I want for me. But now, she said she has become wise, so she doesn't buy anything for me unless I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I go shopping with her. I will never take my wallet. I make her buy everything I want pretending I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-112056143510422089?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/112056143510422089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=112056143510422089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112056143510422089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112056143510422089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/07/gentle-grandma.html' title='Gentle Grandma'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-112037866853123205</id><published>2005-07-03T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:17:50.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winne the Pooh</title><content type='html'>I love Winne the Pooh&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;He isn't just a bear who likes honey very much but a kind of a philosopher&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; He looks fool but actually he knows everything&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; I read the many books about him&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; Most of the authors say Winne the Pooh is genius&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;The sories of Winne the Pooh contain some philosophical factors&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; In fact, I can't understand them at all&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; The reason why I love Winne the Pooh is just his sweetness&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;I bought many Pooh goods in Desney Land&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; When I'm free, I draw pictures of him&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;My happiest thing in my life is that I was told that I looked like Winne the Pooh&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-112037866853123205?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/112037866853123205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=112037866853123205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112037866853123205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112037866853123205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/07/winne-pooh.html' title='Winne the Pooh'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-112021311048040273</id><published>2005-07-01T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T03:18:30.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Money</title><content type='html'>I found a bag filled with money! I  bought everything what I wanted. A  high-grade car, a large TV set, many cool clothes and a new house with large garden. They were all mine now. I still had much money, so I enjoyed spending times with my friends. I bought what they wanted. and we planned to travel around the world. Of course, I would buy anything what we needed. I was looking forward to traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at a airport. We got off the plain and the sparkling sunshine was on us.&lt;br /&gt;Next moment, I woke up. It was all dream! I'm always thinking of money, so I dreamed about like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-112021311048040273?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/112021311048040273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=112021311048040273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112021311048040273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112021311048040273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-like-money.html' title='I Like Money'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-112021161417947495</id><published>2005-07-01T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:53:34.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Comedian</title><content type='html'>Today, July 1st, is the Egashira Nijigojuppun's birthday. Egashira Nijigojuppun is  a very crazy and eccentric comedian. I'm fan of him. He always appears on TV with usual way. He wears no clothes but black tights.  He makes a lot of noise and moves his body in a strange way. When he doesn't know what to do, he takes off his tights and strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, many women hate him because of his dirty way. But, almost all the men love him. Of course, his funny movements and words attract us, but we like his courage, espesially. He never shrinks from leading feguares. Though, he is getting weak, I'm boosting him all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-112021161417947495?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/112021161417947495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=112021161417947495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112021161417947495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/112021161417947495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-favorite-comedian.html' title='My Favorite Comedian'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111996349630081078</id><published>2005-06-28T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T05:58:16.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had my part time job, but I was very sleepy, so I wanted my job to end soon. Unfortunately, we were very busy yesterday. At last of the job, I was very tired and almost asleep.Then, the phone rang and the order came. I was relived thinking it was the last order. I rode the bike to deliver the pizza. I drove at high speed. And I arrived at the destination. When I arrived, I was almost dead of hanger and slepiness.Then I was absent-minded. I walked toward the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment, I dropped the pizza on the ground. I got upset and didn't know what to do. But, I apologized to the customer for doing it. He didn't forgive me. I apologized again and again. At last, he forgave me. But my senior also got angry, so I had to apologized to him. It was the worst day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111996349630081078?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111996349630081078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111996349630081078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111996349630081078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111996349630081078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/worst-day.html' title='The Worst Day'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111967891598510990</id><published>2005-06-24T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:08:21.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Coming</title><content type='html'>These days, it gets hotter and hotter. Today's temperature is 32 degrees. I'm very happy, because summer is coming close. I like summer the best in the four seasons. In summer, we can swim in the sea or in a swiming pool. The sunshine temps me to go out. I want to go to the sea every day in the next summer vacation. My house is located near sea, so I can go to the sea anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in summer, it's easier to get up out of bed. In winter, it's too cold to get out of bed, so I often was late for school. Now, it's warm enough to get out of bed, so maybe I won't be late for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111967891598510990?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111967891598510990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111967891598510990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111967891598510990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111967891598510990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-is-coming.html' title='Summer is Coming'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111967818963121158</id><published>2005-06-24T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:43:09.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eating and running</title><content type='html'>What I like to do is to eat. When I have nohing to do, I always eat something. In lunch time, I always eat &lt;em&gt;Sagamihara lunch. &lt;/em&gt;It has large amount, but I can't be satisfied enough. So, after the lunch, I take another meal often. Though I eat a lot, I'm not fat. Every women may envy me my constitution.But, actually I do running often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I don't want to do running so much, but I have to do it as a part of my part time job. I have to mail handbills to each house, running. Thanks to this, I'm not fat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111967818963121158?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111967818963121158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111967818963121158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111967818963121158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111967818963121158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/eating-and-running.html' title='eating and running'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111941229279577138</id><published>2005-06-21T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:51:32.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mariocart</title><content type='html'>These days, I'm absorbed in playing&lt;em&gt; mariocart, Nintendo &lt;/em&gt;again&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;This was sold 8 years ago. At that time, I was game maniac. I have played almost all the games but I think &lt;em&gt;mariocart &lt;/em&gt;is the greatest game in the world. Though there are many interesting games, &lt;em&gt;mariocart&lt;/em&gt; is number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always play &lt;em&gt;Nintendo&lt;/em&gt; in my house, so I can't finish homework. My mother always says to me  " Stop the game and do your homewok! " "I know I have to do my homework, but &lt;em&gt;mariocart&lt;/em&gt;  doesn't let me go."I say.And she goes away disgusted by me. I know I'm like a child but &lt;em&gt;mariocart&lt;/em&gt; really let me go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111941229279577138?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111941229279577138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111941229279577138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111941229279577138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111941229279577138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/mariocart.html' title='mariocart'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111936726109921519</id><published>2005-06-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:21:01.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>These days, I can't sleep at night well,Because many mosquitoes are in my room. Though I close all the windows tightly, they come up. When I sleep, I burn a mosquito coil of incense. Thanks to it, I can fall asleep. But, after a while I wake up. The Irritaitating humming noise comes from around my ear. I slap at my ear to kill the mosquito, being half asleep.But I have never killed the mosquito in being half aslep, so after a while another irritaiting humming noise come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will  go to bed. I can see some mosquitoes, so tonight will be the sleepless night again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111936726109921519?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111936726109921519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111936726109921519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111936726109921519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111936726109921519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111917240960932243</id><published>2005-06-19T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:26:37.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa, Forgive me</title><content type='html'>T0day is the Father's day. I planned to give my father a tie. I bought it last week. My plan was perfect. But This morning, I realized the tie was nowhere to be found. This incident shook me badly. I tried to buy it again, but I didn't have enough money with me. I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago, I gave him a tie, but it wasn't what I wanted to give him. This tie was what I was given from my grandma. This was giftwrapped neatly, so I could give it to him as it is. I'm sorry. I'm sure to give him a cooler tie in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111917240960932243?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111917240960932243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111917240960932243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111917240960932243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111917240960932243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/papa-forgive-me.html' title='Papa, Forgive me'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111917118492451956</id><published>2005-06-19T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:34:12.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Men</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday, we held a birthday party for my friend. He is our best friend, so we did our best. Usually, women cook a birthdaycake but this time, men cooked a birthdaycake for him.It tasted so good! We did well. And we gave him a birthday present. He was very pleased, so we were also pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, we had something to do. It was birthday suit festival. This is very important festival for us to strengthen our solidarity. As soon as women went home, we stripped ourselves. Five naked men in a room. This was just art. We plaster fresh cream on our body each other. It was sensual. At last we went out of the room. Though, it was midnight there are a few people on the street. We hid behind the wall close together when a person passed. When no one was around, we ran on the street. We ran as fast as possible not to be seen. I never want to do it again, because it was the crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111917118492451956?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111917118492451956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111917118492451956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111917118492451956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111917118492451956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/naked-men.html' title='Naked Men'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111882642904812596</id><published>2005-06-15T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T02:07:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Shibuya to be interviewed for the world of entertainment. Before I went, I was doubtful about the company which spotted me.But the employees of the company was very kind to me and the company seemed to be the enterprise of good stand.I was relieved.Though I didn't have much interest in the show business, I came to be interested in the show business thanks to theire polite explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last of the interview, The interviewer said that he wanted to take  photos of me. Of course, I said OK. He took some photos of my face. Then he said he wanted to take a photo   of  my profile. Of course, I said OK. But he wanted me to look at the camera smiling. I wasn't used to doing it, so I couldn't it well. I can't have confidence to go through with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111882642904812596?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111882642904812596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111882642904812596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111882642904812596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111882642904812596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111882279279362556</id><published>2005-06-15T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:06:32.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Money</title><content type='html'>Now, I have little money because I  used all of my money! I bought  a watch, bag, motorbike and wallet and so on. They are so cool that I can't help buying them. My next payday is 10, July. Who in the world can live without money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the payday come, I never spend my money.First, I don't buy cigarrettes and eat expensive lunch. Second, I don't go out from my house, because there are a lot of temptation outside. This month will be hard time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111882279279362556?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111882279279362556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111882279279362556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111882279279362556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111882279279362556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-money.html' title='No Money'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111856156234364647</id><published>2005-06-12T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:32:42.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I walked to go home at Machida station, I was spoken to by a strange man. Surprisingly, he was a talent scout. Though I did not have interest in the entertainment then, I said I am interested in the entertainment! to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Next week I go for interview. Now I feel uneasy. I want to live in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111856156234364647?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111856156234364647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111856156234364647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111856156234364647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111856156234364647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/scout.html' title='Scout'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111856121639586615</id><published>2005-06-12T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:26:56.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>Japan national soccer team got right to participate in World Cup in 2006. I am very happy. Before the team could not participate, because it was so weak. But now it can participate in succesion.&lt;br /&gt;Especially I like Hidetoshi Nakata very much, because once he belonged to the soccer team in Hiratsuka and I live in Hiratsuka. I support Japan national soccer team and Hidetoshi Nakata. I wish they could do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111856121639586615?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111856121639586615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111856121639586615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111856121639586615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111856121639586615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111856087871694401</id><published>2005-06-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:21:18.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yesterday,I planned to go surfing, but I couldn't go because of typhoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Actually, I haven't do surfing, but I have been eager to do it. When I was a high school student, I bought a surfboard from my friend, but I have never used it yet. I want to do surfing soon. But I have a problem. I can't swim well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111856087871694401?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111856087871694401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111856087871694401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111856087871694401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111856087871694401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/surfing.html' title='Surfing'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111830136129604610</id><published>2005-06-08T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:16:01.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty mouth</title><content type='html'>Yestwrday, I had my part time job, so I was in a hurry to go home from school.When I came back home, only 15 minutes were left by my work. It takes 10 minutes to go to work,so  I had to go out soon. But, I was so hungry  that I couldn't help eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the meal, I hurried to go to work. I ran fast so I could arrive in time. I was very relieved. Then I started working quietly. But I realized that everyone was watching my face. I didn't know why, so I didn't care. But, one of my friends said to me " Very dirty around your mouth. " Everyone bursted into laughing. What I ate was spaghetti with meat sauce and I was in a hurry so I forgot wiping my mouth. I was very ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111830136129604610?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111830136129604610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111830136129604610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111830136129604610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111830136129604610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/dirty-mouth.html' title='dirty mouth'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111797027753474624</id><published>2005-06-05T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T04:17:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Smoke</title><content type='html'>Now, I try to qyit smoking, because my health is going wrong. My throat hurts often and I can't run fast. When I was a junior high school student, I could run very fast. I was the one of the fastest runners in my school.&lt;br /&gt;   But it's hard for me to quit smoking. I've been smoking sunce I was a high school student, so smoking is my habit, bad habit. Especially, after the meals, I can't help smoking. It's very delicious. I wonder I can quit smoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111797027753474624?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111797027753474624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111797027753474624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111797027753474624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111797027753474624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-want-to-smoke.html' title='I Want to Smoke'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111796961725097724</id><published>2005-06-05T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T04:06:57.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>The other day, I went to Yokohama studium to watch professional baseball game. Though I wasn't interested in baseball so much, I went there, because my friend gave me a ticket for the game. When I saw the studium, I was very impressed. I haven't seen the studium. It was so beautiful and large. When the game starterd, The fans started to be excited. I surprised to hear the noise they made. It was louder than I expected.&lt;br /&gt; At the last of the game, the home run ball flied onto near me. I tried to catch the ball, but I  couldn't. Though at first of the game, I wasn't excited, at last I was very excited. I want to go to watch the ball game again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111796961725097724?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111796961725097724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111796961725097724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111796961725097724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111796961725097724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/06/baseball-game.html' title='Baseball Game'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111694208697544815</id><published>2005-05-24T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T06:41:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Land</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I go to Tokyo Disney Land.It is fifth time to go there, but  I always ride only rides which I like. So, this time, I want to see and ride many attractions which I haven't seen and riden. The attraction which I like most is Splash Mountain.this is very thrilling but enjoyable. At the end of the course, the cars dive on the water. I always ride it at least two times.&lt;br /&gt;   But, according to the weather forecast, it may be rainy tomorrow and now I have atouch of cold, so I will sleep tonight not to be wrong and make a &lt;em&gt;teruteru-bouzu&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to wish not to rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111694208697544815?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111694208697544815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111694208697544815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111694208697544815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111694208697544815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/05/disney-land.html' title='Disney Land'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111632607290676624</id><published>2005-05-17T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T03:34:32.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch</title><content type='html'>Now what I want most is a watch. The other day, I went shopping to Machida with my friend. We went there to buy clothes, but When we were browsing, we found a very cool watch. that was rough but elegant. Then, I didn' t have a watch, so I asked the clerk how much it was. But the watch was very expensive. I didn't have enough money.                  When I came back home, I asked my mother to buy the watch. She asked me that how much it was. I told her the price. Then she said to me that I should buy that with my own money because she also didn't have enough money.  So, I decided to save for the watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111632607290676624?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111632607290676624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111632607290676624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111632607290676624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111632607290676624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/05/watch.html' title='Watch'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111624688016331211</id><published>2005-05-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T05:34:40.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with my girl friend</title><content type='html'>On 5th May, I went to Hakkeijima Sea paradise.  It is very famous for dolphin show. My girl friend likes dolphin very much. So she was very very pleased to see the show. Before I didn't like dolphins but after watching the show, I came to like them. Surprisingly,they jumped and danced. It was very cute. And we ate  ice-cream in a restaurant but the ice-cream was tasteless. We couldn't eat it. Anyway, I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111624688016331211?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111624688016331211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111624688016331211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111624688016331211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111624688016331211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/05/date-with-my-girl-friend.html' title='Date with my girl friend'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111573158900273090</id><published>2005-05-10T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T06:26:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I played soccer. Actually, I belong to soccer in my hometown. My team is very weak  because about half of the  members are inexperienced and one of the members is very very fat. He weighs about a hundred kilogram. What is worse, almost all the members are smoker, so we can't run in long time.  We played aginst strong team yesterday.  At first, we could run and ended the first half  in tie score, but  in the second half  we almost couldn't run.  Of course, we lost.  It was a pity but we enjoyed, so we keep on playing soccer even if we never win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111573158900273090?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111573158900273090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111573158900273090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111573158900273090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111573158900273090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/05/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111543692893310548</id><published>2005-05-06T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:35:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday party</title><content type='html'>The other day ,we held a birthday party. This party was not just a party. This party was held for my three friends.  Actually, the day was not their birthday though, because we haven't congratulated them on their birthday, we held the party.  The birthday party was held in my friend's house. We drunk and chatted. We ate the cake which my friends made. It tasted so good that everyone was pleased. At last we gave them birthday presents. They were so pleased that I want to hold the party again next year for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111543692893310548?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111543692893310548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111543692893310548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111543692893310548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111543692893310548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/05/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday party'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111448682153257454</id><published>2005-04-25T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:40:21.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>From yesterday, I have caught a cold, because I drunk with my friends all night. That night was very cold, so we drunk in my friend's house. But gradually we came to be excited and we took off all of our clothes. We danced all night in no clothes.Soon, we were tired and slept in no clothes,too. The next day, when I woke up I realized I was naked. I felt a high temperature, so I regreted for having done like this. Now, I  decide not to dance and sleep in no clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111448682153257454?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111448682153257454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111448682153257454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111448682153257454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111448682153257454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/04/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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-12276207.post-111390683886956120</id><published>2005-04-19T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T03:33:58.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza man</title><content type='html'>Hi! How are you? Now, I want to introduce myself more. I do my part part time job as a pizza man.   I have been doing this job since when I was second grade in high school. So, I'm a good pizza man. But, this job is sometime very hard.When it is raining, I get wet so much and in Winter, I have to stand the cold. Even in summer, I have to suffer from heat. But, espesially on the day like this, some customers give me some tips. It heals my tired heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12276207-111390683886956120?l=tensama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/feeds/111390683886956120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12276207&amp;postID=111390683886956120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111390683886956120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12276207/posts/default/111390683886956120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensama.blogspot.com/2005/04/pizza-man.html' title='Pizza man'/><author><name>ogata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17383388426251933534</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></feed>
