<?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-5980406993767220522</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:34:45.612+09:00</updated><category term='watching'/><category term='essay'/><category term='juppun ha jubun'/><category term='Book review'/><title type='text'>blogDAYO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980406993767220522.post-4685929711062607646</id><published>2009-10-09T16:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:52:16.313+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrQm7s3SH4g&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrQm7s3SH4g&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5980406993767220522-4685929711062607646?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4685929711062607646/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4685929711062607646' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4685929711062607646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4685929711062607646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5357078606967645426</id><published>2009-02-05T14:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:19:10.530+09:00</updated><title type='text'>open</title><content type='html'>Swiss will be opened seventh February. I watched in it today. It was very elegant. I must be going to quit after one month but. I am impressed about the change. I think that I want to work more there. I want to talk more with friends. I thought those. I want to drink and drunk with them. It is too early to quit swiss for me. I can’t do anything, so it is hard and difficult things. I live with my friend now, and I must go back home. This life is very enjoyed and happy for me, so I don’t want to leave that room. I want to live more time in that room. It is nearby university. The place is useful for me. I think very much that can I go to university from my home? I must do it. My condition is the worst. Really I don’t want to think anything. I want to just gamble. When I gamble, I don’t think anything. I enjoy very much when I gamble. I cannot help living without gamble. Probably it is bad sick. But I need rest. I have worked foe three years at swiss. Those companies are like my family. I don’t want to part from them. I have decided to quit it, so I can’t go back to past, and I can’t continue it, and I can’t stop to quit it. Swiss has become beautiful, but I must quit it. By the way, Swiss was very beautiful, so I want you and everyone to come to it. I would like to you welcoming to it. (270)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5357078606967645426?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5357078606967645426/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5357078606967645426' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5357078606967645426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5357078606967645426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/open.html' title='open'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6470752896866905174</id><published>2009-02-05T14:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:18:25.552+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>I’m sleepy now, I will be hungry tomorrow. I don’t have interesting things recently. I have no money now, so I don’t play with friends or gambling. I must do job hunting too. In fact I have no time to play, but I think that people need a rest for everyone. I take too rest but. Recently I think that what am I doing? Does it have some mean to play or do for me? It is no my life. I think that my life has been finished. I feel it recently. Probably it is because I must quit my part time job. Other thing, I must do job hunting, and I must find a work. Actually I don’t want to find a work, because I want to play more. If I quit this job, I feel that I don’t live my life, I really feel it. Probably if I lost my girlfriend, I also feel it, so I don’t know what to do. I don’t laugh very much, recently. I think very much that I don’t want to work at normal work. I don’t like recruits, and I don’t want to become so, I think, but almost people are sure to become it. Maybe I don’t like undertake. If I can make and built company, of course I want to make it, and I want to be the president, or I want to live to enjoy if I have such money. Everyone loves someone, so anyone think that they want to marry and have family. They have family, they start thinking that they want to or must protect their families. I think that it is people’s weakness and strength. I think that I want to protect my girl friend, but I don’t know why she said that “I can’t associate with you, if you don’t quit your job now.” Of course I don’t want to part from her, and she thinks so too. This problem is very difficult for me. How do I do? I want anyone to help me. I’m very sad now. I don’t know girl’s heart. I don’t do anything at my part time job, of course I work, but I don’t have a guilty conscience. Should I part from her? I don’t know anything. Help me someone! I’m very hard to live my life, and I start thinking that I don’t want to live my life. I can’t feel happiness lately. I don’t want to think anything, I can’t find new way, I can’t live real my life, and I don’t know what to do eventually. I’m worry very much about my life. I think that I should not quit this part time job now, it is too early. I can take a rest and vacant, so I have and take enough time to do job hunting, but my girlfriend said that if you work this job, you can’t find a work. Why she has decided it already. I don’t know wholly. I want her to believe me more. I believe her. She say to me “I believe you,” but she don’t think so. Maybe she breaks my life, but I love her. Please tell me! What can I do? Anyway, I don’t want to quit my part time job, and I don’t want to part from my girlfriend now, but she says that if I can’t quit this job, she can’t associate with me. I am to hard to think this situation. (580)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6470752896866905174?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6470752896866905174/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6470752896866905174' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6470752896866905174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6470752896866905174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6572383071689607885</id><published>2009-02-05T14:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:17:29.264+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hirotaka N</title><content type='html'>Hirotaka N is very nice guy, it is lie. It is lie, too. He is real nice guy, but he is black or brown, but it is good point for him. He is pretty, but he don’t like to be call “you are pretty,” so he cut his hair, and he said to clerk of the beauty parlor that “I don’t like pretty guy, so I don’t want to be like him.” He cooked Nabe today. He is nice guy, but he doesn’t have his girlfriend, because he doesn’t like beautiful women. He likes woman who is like a catfish or monkey. His liking is very bad. He is nice guy but unfortunately his liking is too bad. He is wasteful. If you are curious of him, please tell me. I introduce him to you. He is very kind to me, but he is too kind, so his kind hurt people. On the Christmas day, actually he lives the night with five high school student, and of course they are women. He is bad guy. I am angry him, because he lied me. He didn’t say it to me. I want him to say it to me, then I am not angry him. The day, I was not there. I hate lie, and I don’t allow it, but I use it sometimes, because it is needed everyone. I think that people who have never said lie are not. People are sure to use lie for life, but lie frighten to me. I can’t believe people, so we only believe people. We must find truth. I love this words, “It is no reason to help being in trouble people.” (280)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6572383071689607885?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6572383071689607885/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6572383071689607885' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6572383071689607885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6572383071689607885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/hirotaka-n.html' title='Hirotaka N'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-9157375051080978540</id><published>2009-02-05T14:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:16:31.185+09:00</updated><title type='text'>French</title><content type='html'>I study French. I don’t use and speak English very much but. I can’t speak English against foreigners, because I’m shy when I speak English. I’m very shy, and too shy. I want to speak English very well. Anyway, I study French, but I don’t know that do I use French? I think that I want to go to France. I study French, but can I use French? Probably, I can’t speak French. I think that French can speak English, so I think that I may study only English. In fact, I like French. It is very beautiful sounds. Je mapelle Tomoki I. It’s mean that “My name I Tomoki I.” “R” of French is not sounded. It is little difficult for me and Japanese. Recently, my skill of speaking English is rose, I think. Probably I can speak English with foreigner now. I like movie very much lately. I watched Mission Impossible one, two, three, Bat Man Begins, The dark night, Dragon Kingdom and Happening. I watched very much. I have no money, so movie is good for me, and I can study English to watch the movies.  (190)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-9157375051080978540?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9157375051080978540/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=9157375051080978540' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/9157375051080978540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/9157375051080978540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/french.html' title='French'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7955496190758914080</id><published>2009-02-05T14:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:15:11.712+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Factory</title><content type='html'>I work at swiss factory recently, because it is remodeled now, so I work there, but factory doesn’t have enough time to work for us. I have six or seven times which I can work when I work at swiss café. I have only three times which I can work at factory. It is too short for me. I must earn much money this month and for next month. I must quit my part time job, because my girlfriend can’t associate with me if I don’t quit it. I don’t want to quit my part time job, because it is very enjoy for me, and I must earn much money. I don’t think that I can’t find new job. I can find job, but it is too hard for me. I am forth grade now, and I must do job hunting. I want much money. Really I want them. I don’t have them very much now. My payday is twentieth, so I must wait two weeks, and it is little salary in this month. I don’t think that I can live this month and next month. I’m worried about these things. I don’t have money, I don’t want to quit my part time job, I don’t think that I can find new part time job, and do I regret to quit it now? I don’t want to do it seriously, and I don’t want to part from my girlfriend. I don’t know what to do really. If I quit my part time job now, I have given hardship to my parents. I don’t want to quit my part time job. I want to say it any times. What do I do? Can I find new part time job? I must do it, but frankly speaking, I don’t want to work other part time job. I want to continue this job, because I must part from my friends and companies if I quit this job. I can’t quit this job. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to do anything now. (343)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7955496190758914080?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7955496190758914080/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7955496190758914080' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7955496190758914080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7955496190758914080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/factory.html' title='Factory'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-9152899277196534997</id><published>2009-01-30T16:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:36:40.559+09:00</updated><title type='text'>friend</title><content type='html'>Keisei&lt;br /&gt;He is famous of orange. I have friend whose name is Keisei. His parents named to orange name of his son. I have eaten it, and it is good taste. He give it to me pay free. I like orange, so I’m happy when I was given it. But recently, I don’t eat orange. I want to eat it. Actually, many oranges are in my house. I can’t eat them, because I don’t go back house. My parents will not live in it. My father work at Arao as policeman, and my mother go there, and my sister live alone lent apartment, so nobody live my house. I must go back home.  (113)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-9152899277196534997?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9152899277196534997/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=9152899277196534997' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/9152899277196534997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/9152899277196534997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/friend.html' title='friend'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8961745943733402709</id><published>2009-01-30T15:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:42:14.158+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat Man</title><content type='html'>I watched Bat Man Begins. It is very interesting movie. I’m excited to watch it, because he is too smart and cool. At first he was a general public. His father and mother were dead when he was a child. They were killed by a robber. His father was a doctor, and he has a company. The main character’s name is Bruce Wayne. Wayne is president after his parents died. But he wants to know all of world. City lived him is not justice, because the policeman doesn’t have it. He wanted city to have justice, so he entered prison to know vice. He meets one man, and he is like Ninja. He is very strong, so Wayne goes to with him to be strong. He was trained by him very much, and he became very strong, but he must kill one man, because the man killed one person. He can’t kill anyone, so he escapes from it. The tower was exploded as he takes fire in a powder magazine. He helps only his teacher. And he went back to his home. When he was child, he fall in a well nearby his house, and then much bats go out from side hole the bottom of well. He started to think that bats are fearful to me. But he can overcome the fear. And he makes his base with his butler in the well, and he has his company’s person studying applied science make arms and suit. He got his car there. It is like a tank. It has many functions. His suit is unbelievable, too. He can fly, because his mantle is especial material. He fights vice to use them. This movie is too interesting. I has become his fan. (293)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8961745943733402709?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8961745943733402709/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8961745943733402709' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8961745943733402709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8961745943733402709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/bat-man.html' title='Bat Man'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8132468375766336608</id><published>2009-01-27T16:29:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:34:38.241+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>essay6</title><content type='html'>This movie is very difficult for me, I didn’t know what happened. It is spy story, so they cheat watching people. Ethan Hunt is acted Tom Cruise. Probably everyone knows him.&lt;br /&gt;At first, Ethan team organization to find important documents. It was robbed, the chief of CIA, but the plan has failed, and the almost team killed leaving one man, he was Ethan. He reported his chief as soon as possible, but the plan a decoy to lure a spy of spy away from the team, so Ethan became to be doubted and be pursued.&lt;br /&gt;The wife of Ethan’s boss whose name is Jim lived too. Her name is Clair. At first, Ethan doubted her, but she didn’t have anything, so he believed her. He notice to be related Max, but he don’t know him or her. He found out its address from cipher of his ex-chief, and he can have succeeded to send mail Max, and he met Max, but Max is a woman. He entered into a contract an agreement her to rob important documents of CIA.&lt;br /&gt;Only Ethan and Clair can’t do it, so Clair employs two persons. They go to the headquarters of CIA, but there was of course strict system. They enter the tower to pretend rescue squads. Ethan was very funny when he robbed important documents. He was look like a pond skater. He could rob it.&lt;br /&gt;After he got it, he had a plan. I don’t know this part very much, but Jim of Ethan’s boss was alive, and he was real spy. He knew this thing, but Clair was killed by him. Ethan loved her, probably she did too. Ethan taught his chief about Jim, so he seemed to escape to ride helicopter. Actually employed one person was spy too. He came to ride it. Ethan can’t make Jim to ride it, and he could stop it. Jim was dead, and Max was arrested by CIA.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know final part wholly. Why could Ethan know Jim’s plan, and did the chief know it? I have watched two time this movie, but I don’t know it. Am I cheated still now? (361)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/Tomei2term08/5134mr3.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8132468375766336608?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8132468375766336608/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8132468375766336608' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8132468375766336608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8132468375766336608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/essay6.html' title='essay6'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-4875621389238571395</id><published>2009-01-27T15:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:10:35.205+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>essay3</title><content type='html'>Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;  I watched Romeo and Juliet, and it is new version. I don’t think that Leonardo Dicaprio. It was very sad story.&lt;br /&gt;  Romeo was nice guy. Romeo is the son of the Montagues. Juliet is　the daughter of the Capulets. The both of house are not friendly. Romeo has gone the Capulets house’s party, and he met Juliet. They fall in love each other.&lt;br /&gt;  First of all, they don’t know their rank each other. But they have known it soon. The very famous sentence was born then. It is “Oh Romeo, why are you that Romeo?” It is too famous. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t know it. One man notice that Romeo was in the party. His name is Tybalt. He can’t allow him, and he run after Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;  Romeo does’nt want to fight Tybalt, he married Juliet secretly then. He said that he must love you if we are mutual enemy. He has killed eventually his friend who is Mercutio. Romeo couldn’t allow him. Romeo has killed Tybalt after killed Mercutio. Policeman said that Montagues and Capulets are not friendship, so it has happened, and Romeo was expelled from the city.&lt;br /&gt;  Juliet must have married other man, but she didn’t want to do it. She drank a drug which has effect of a state of suspended animation. It was a plan, but Romeo didn’t notice it. Romeo thought that she was death really, and he has taken poison. And then, Juliet opened her eyes, but Romeo has taken poison, he must die. They make sure their love, and Juliet killed herself too. (266)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-4875621389238571395?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4875621389238571395/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4875621389238571395' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4875621389238571395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4875621389238571395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/essay3.html' title='essay3'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3696581874494099367</id><published>2009-01-26T17:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:07:26.460+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuhei's story</title><content type='html'>Shuhei C will have gone New Zealand. I want him to have gone there, but actually I don’t want him to go there. I must be at this university fifth grade. Mt friends will graduate it in this year, so they will not be in it. So I think that I stop what Shuhei goes New Zealand. (57)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3696581874494099367?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3696581874494099367/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3696581874494099367' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3696581874494099367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3696581874494099367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/shuheis-story.html' title='Shuhei&apos;s story'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8920592936914128183</id><published>2009-01-21T18:44:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:44:31.706+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 2-7</title><content type='html'>King of Adventure Beet 4&lt;br /&gt;Berutoze is “Vandel” who fought team Zenon. He came to village in which Beet and Gurinide were. Berutoze wanted to fight Gurinide, but he refuses it, and he came back his home. Berutoze came to think that he can fight Gurinide, so he was disappointed. He watched Beet, but he didn’t remember who he is, but Beet of course remembers him. He challenged to fight him, because he couldn’t escape. He doesn’t think he can’t win him. He thought that if he escapes from him now, he can’t fight him next. Beet fights Berutoze, and he remains Beet, because he take Saiga team Zenon. At first, he didn’t lose his ability than Berutoze, but he didn’t fight seriously. Beet has been defeated in the battle when Berutoze fought seriously. (134)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8920592936914128183?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8920592936914128183/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8920592936914128183' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8920592936914128183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8920592936914128183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-7.html' title='Book review 2-7'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8760652946789935271</id><published>2009-01-21T18:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:05:44.636+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 2-6</title><content type='html'>King of Adventure Beet 3&lt;br /&gt;Someone shot a needle to Beet. The needle seems to hit him, but he could catch it before the needle hit to him. Gurinide was surprised at the situation, and he thought he should kill Beet. Gurinide was serious. Beet was surprised, because he think Gurinide is very strong and brutal when he saw his serious. Beet said that “I have never seen such a brutal Vandel”. In fact, Gurinide is very strong, but he has interesting character. He thinks he is very gentle. Exactly, he is very brutal, but he doesn’t want to become it. So he was very low spirits when he heard Beet’s talk. Eventually, Beet and Gurinide should have fought themselves, but then one vandal came to village, and the name is Berutoze. (132)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8760652946789935271?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8760652946789935271/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8760652946789935271' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8760652946789935271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8760652946789935271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-6.html' title='Book review 2-6'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3516567904670505134</id><published>2009-01-21T17:05:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:44:47.254+09:00</updated><title type='text'>finals</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of finals and reports. I have about nine or ten finals. Probably I may say subject rather than report. I must finish them, or I can’t get credits. I want credits seriously. I must go to next grade to university. My credits lack to graduate this grade for me. At the worst case, I will not be able to graduate on next grade. I must study very hard really. I have test tomorrow. I don’t study very much about it. I have to study earlier. And I have subject, this is about this class. I write more words and sentences.  (104)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3516567904670505134?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3516567904670505134/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3516567904670505134' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3516567904670505134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3516567904670505134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/finals.html' title='finals'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-238662500250259829</id><published>2009-01-08T17:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:39:29.770+09:00</updated><title type='text'>recent swiss</title><content type='html'>It’s place of my part time job. I write this story many times, but I want to write more. I like swiss recently, because it’s interesting to me. I don’t know why. Probably I just feel so. When I work at swiss, I’m very calm down. I can make friends there. I love it and everyone eventually. But I must quit it in the near future. I work to enjoy there but can I work to enjoy other job. Frankly speaking, I don’t want to quit the job, but I don’t want to work forever. The job’s salary is very cheap. If I have my family, I can’t bring up my children, so I can’t work there forever. I must find good job to live enough life with my family. I want my home in the future. I want smart house like American one. I think sometimes that I will go abroad. I can’t speak English very well but. I may be able to speak English if I go abroad. I want to speak English. I study it more and more. I must study it very hard, but I don’t decide and I don’t know what I want to do. At first, I wanted to be a policeman, because my father is a policeman. I might write this story. Anyway I thought that my father was very smart when I was child. Maybe it is still junior high school student. Recently, I want to be a policeman again, but I study English, so I want to work used English. However, I don’t want to be an American policeman, because I think it is dangerous work. I want to be it, but I don’t want to die. Probably it may be contradiction. I can’t die easily if I have my family. I don’t say that people who want to be a policeman want to die, but the probability is little higher than general public. I think that it is good job, because the job exists to protect for the nation. It may be very important job in the world. (349)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-238662500250259829?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/238662500250259829/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=238662500250259829' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/238662500250259829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/238662500250259829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/recent-swiss.html' title='recent swiss'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3056170459122761396</id><published>2009-01-08T17:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:55:39.847+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A week</title><content type='html'>Spring vacation is coming soon. I have finished some subject. I don’t take spring vacation if I can’t have finished all subjects. I must have finished all subjects. I don’t know that I can have done them. I think that this class is the best dangerous one. I must write more and more. I want to take and rest in spring vacation. Can I have finished this class? I want to help someone. It’s non sense. I must do it myself. Anyway I will be in university still fifth grade. I can’t meet friends of mine. It is very lonely thing. I’m very sad to come spring vacation.  (110)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3056170459122761396?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3056170459122761396/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3056170459122761396' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3056170459122761396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3056170459122761396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/week.html' title='A week'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-2659089807899096145</id><published>2009-01-08T17:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:27:11.435+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 2-5</title><content type='html'>King of Adventure Beet 2&lt;br /&gt;Beet is taken over five “Saigas” from all of Zenon’s team. He can use them. He has special power. A normal buster can use only one “Saiga”. He becomes to be attacked by the strong “Vandel”, because he has five “Saigas” and his strength grow very early. At first, he is aimed Vandel Gurinide. He is a very sly Vandel, but in fact he is very strong. Gurinide make monster to attack Beet. Beet kills the monster to use one of “Saigas”. The name is Burning lance. It was Raio’s “Saiga”. It is of course burn and straight, but it has more power which Beet doesn’t know yet. Gurinide thought that he is danger at the future. He thinks that he kills Beet.&lt;br /&gt;Beet goes an adventure with Poara. She is Beet’s a childhood friend and Beet’s wife the future. It was what Beet say to her when he was child. Beet and Poara stayed at village. Gurinide came there to kill Beet. First, he held Poara as hostage. Beet noticed that she was not anywhere when he waked up. He went out a hotel, and monsters acted very much in the village. He killed them, and he searched her. She was lifted when he found her. He cut rope lifted her, and then a poisonous needle was shot to him. (226)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2659089807899096145?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2659089807899096145/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2659089807899096145' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2659089807899096145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2659089807899096145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-2-4.html' title='Book review 2-5'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7061835162997158727</id><published>2009-01-06T17:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:09:05.202+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Early times</title><content type='html'>Happy, New Year!! My birthday is coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7061835162997158727?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7061835162997158727/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7061835162997158727' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7061835162997158727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7061835162997158727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-times.html' title='Early times'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8965863467328110823</id><published>2008-12-17T10:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:31:20.611+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I love smoke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I like smoking. But my physical strength decrease clearly. I'm convinced of it recently. I can't breathe very well when I smoke. Probably I have to stop smoking, but I can't stop it now. I want to play sports. I want more stamina. I want to play soccer very much. My part time job; swiss has team of soccer. But we have not played it once. We want to play it but we can't meet very much everyone in the team on practice ourselves, because someone is sure to work at the part time job. We must work six to eleven. We are very hard to play soccer. (110)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8965863467328110823?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8965863467328110823/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8965863467328110823' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8965863467328110823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8965863467328110823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-smoke.html' title='I love smoke.'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-9201135816489425962</id><published>2008-12-17T10:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:14:16.777+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I do nothing recently. I want to do something, but I don't have it except study. I study of course but I don't relax only it. I want relaxation. I want to play. But I have no money. I will be given money at twentieth this month. But I must buy Christmas present for her. I don't say only this but I don't have other story recently. I often watch TV. I do only it. I read comic. I don't know how to use the time. I think that I have to study at the time. But I need rest too. Am I bad? (104)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-9201135816489425962?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9201135816489425962/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=9201135816489425962' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/9201135816489425962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/9201135816489425962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6897009012232066113</id><published>2008-12-17T09:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:48:53.957+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It will be Christmas soon. I don't decide present which I will give for my girlfriend yet. What do I give? I'm very thinking it always. What can I give? Please tell me what is it? But I don't watch snow yet. I want to watch snow. I like it. The snow is very beautiful. I want it to snow at the Christmas. I don't like a crowd. There is very much people in the city at Christmas. So I don't want to go to city at the day. I must plan to spend with her. I want you to advice for me. I think nothing about the plan. (109)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6897009012232066113?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6897009012232066113/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6897009012232066113' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6897009012232066113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6897009012232066113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-442036588187693572</id><published>2008-12-16T16:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:26:45.139+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Mask</title><content type='html'>I often watched Mask ago. I’m very interesting it. At first, Stanly Ipkiss is just a clark at bank. He got a mask when he saved man who is drowning at river. He took it his home because he felt strange power from it. And he tried to put on it to his face.&lt;br /&gt; He has become green face man. I thought that he was very pleasant then. But he is very interesting. I don’t know what he does the beginning. He has stolen much money from his bank when he waked up next day. He was very quick acting. The day, policeman came to his house. He was heard his alibi. I was very interesting to his reason.&lt;br /&gt; He likes Tina. Tina is Cameron Diaz. She was very beautiful when she acted the movie. I like her too. By the way, Tina came to his bank, but the purpose was stolen establishment. The work of Tina is danced night club. Stanly put on Mask went to there, and he danced with her, and kissed. He was shot by SP then. The bullet hit him body. But he was unrivaled when he became green face man.&lt;br /&gt; Next day, policeman came to his house again. He didn’t have the injury, but his jacket was made a hole. He was been in a prison. I must not forget. He has a dog. The name is Milo. Milo helped him, and he can have escaped from the prison. Actually, Mask was robbed Tina’s boyfriend, and he put on it. Stanly must have got back it.&lt;br /&gt; New green face man opened party, and he was in it. Tina start to like Stanly, but she tried to kiss her boyfriend to make him to take the Mask. It was succeeded, and Milo got the Mask, and Stanly can have got it. He put on it, and he beat Tina’s boyfriend. It is very happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;(321)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-442036588187693572?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/442036588187693572/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=442036588187693572' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/442036588187693572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/442036588187693572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/mask.html' title='Mask'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6266295152125679615</id><published>2008-12-16T16:25:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:27:30.898+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Toy story</title><content type='html'>Toy story&lt;br /&gt;I watched it long ago, and I remember it still now. I like Woody the best. Older fashioned cowboy doll is Woody. I was shocked to watch it when I was child. I can’t have thought to move toys themselves. I thought that they move themselves when I was child. The toys must not show to move themselves. Anyway, why do Children want toy? I think now, I don’t know very much about the thought. I don’t want toy now.&lt;br /&gt;Andy is child, and the toys owner is him. He get new toy at his birthday. Woody is the best toy for Andy, so he can’t calm down, because he may be not the best one. Andy have got new figure. It is space ranger Buzz Lightyear, and it is very smart for Andy. Of course it is move itself.&lt;br /&gt;At first, Buzz believed to be able to fly himself. He trusted that he is real space ranger. He is just figure but. He noticed the thing when he watched his acting commercial. He seemed to be very sad then.&lt;br /&gt;My best scene in the movie is last part. Woody and Buzz hate like cats and dogs each other at the beginning. They joined when Andy and his family move to new house. In fact, they were late track which is taken furniture and toys. Buzz put on rocket to his back, and he flied with Woody to the track. Brutal dog ran after them, but they escape it.&lt;br /&gt;They get along very well with each other in new house. I was impressed Buzz to fly really. He just put on rocket, but exactly he flied when the fire of rocket go out. I thought that he is very smart then. At first I don' like very much him, because he is too cool. (306)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6266295152125679615?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6266295152125679615/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6266295152125679615' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6266295152125679615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6266295152125679615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/toy-story.html' title='Toy story'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7332918224681070308</id><published>2008-12-15T15:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:24:52.734+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 2-4</title><content type='html'>King of Adventure Beet 1&lt;br /&gt;It is book. Beet is a boy. There is human and “Vandel”. Easily speaking, the Vandel is bad group. Human is just human and buster. Buster exists to kill the Vandel. Beet is the buster too. Vandels exist very much, but they are weak and strong. They put on stars them left arm, and they are given it to kill human. So they who have the stars very much are very strong. The maximum stars are seven. They are very strong. The busters have their level. They raised them level when they kill the Vandels.&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, the best team of busters in the world fought Vandel. Zenon, Kurusu, Raio, Bruzamu and Arusaido were in the team. Zenon is older brother of Beet. Beet was very little then. A Vandel came to village in which they were. The vandel’s name is Berutoze. He had five stars, but he was very strong. They should have beaten him, but Beet watched the battle to be hidden behind tree, and he instinctively shouted then, because he thought that they were sure to beat him. But he noticed Beet, and he killed him. The team was routed its battle formation, and then Berutoze attack them his deadly blow. They have lost him.&lt;br /&gt;Higher busters have “Saiga”. It is their ultimate weapon and like life. The five gave Beet their Saiga. They lost their it to live for Beet, and they fight Berutoze with their bare hands. (247)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7332918224681070308?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7332918224681070308/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7332918224681070308' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7332918224681070308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7332918224681070308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-review-2-4.html' title='Book review 2-4'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-4783985592670686238</id><published>2008-12-10T16:40:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:40:59.201+09:00</updated><title type='text'>day and day</title><content type='html'>It is Christmas soon. I can be going to meet my girl friend. I must buy present for her. I don’t decide it. I think I will buy a boot for her. I’m looking forward to meeting her very much, and I want winter vacation to have come earlier. I like winter vacation, because I’m given a New Year’s gift. But I don’t know that I can be given it. I want it very much. I like New Year’s day. I like a rice cake, liquor and Oseti. I think what to do when it’s just New Year. I pass the time to smoke. It’s very cool. (107)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-4783985592670686238?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4783985592670686238/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4783985592670686238' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4783985592670686238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4783985592670686238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-and-day.html' title='day and day'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-2040014048166868552</id><published>2008-12-10T16:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:17:12.055+09:00</updated><title type='text'>friend</title><content type='html'>Izumi Y is interesting face. She has a broad forehead. She has long hair. It’s brown. She decided work, but she has brown hair. I hope she would be given cancellation of work. She said I'm bad man. But she is bad woman. In fact she is sitting next to me. She notices this sentence, but she doesn’t get angry. She is little kind. When she received an interview of work, she did “Billy’s boot camp” at the time. She got a work. The work is selling camera of prevention of crime abroad. She said she want to go to Saudi Arabia at interview. I have laughed to listen to it. Actually she wanted to say she wants to go to Britain, but it is said person before her. I think if I face to such a condition, I would not say Saudi Arabia absolutely. She comes to have a little bag recently. She got the bag in New York. It is about a hundred thousand yen in Japan, but it is about forty thousands yen in New York. Anyway I must find work, but I don’t decide work which I want to do. I must decide it earlier. I’m very busy my classes and subjects. I want to take a rest. (212)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2040014048166868552?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2040014048166868552/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2040014048166868552' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2040014048166868552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2040014048166868552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/friend.html' title='friend'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5442993132889618083</id><published>2008-12-10T10:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:30:37.542+09:00</updated><title type='text'>u-utu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Century;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I don't feel that I live. I think that what do I do? I have a headache. I too think recently. I don't know the reason. I worry about something. I don't know the something. And I worry again. I think that the world is not fair wholly. I want to live comfortably. I just worry now, so I can't do anything, I don't want to do anything. I can't make people to become happy. I'm very negative recently. I want to live positively. I don't want to do only study, but I don't do except it. So I don't happy now probably. (103)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5442993132889618083?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5442993132889618083/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5442993132889618083' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5442993132889618083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5442993132889618083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/u-utu.html' title='u-utu'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5631339074452794150</id><published>2008-12-10T09:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:18:28.003+09:00</updated><title type='text'>money or?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I don't become happy when I don't have money very much. It's thought everyone. I become happy if I have much money. People need money, but they need love too. So, if you can get only one, which do you need money or love? I can't answer it. Probably I will get love now. But it's difficult question. If you have love or money already, you can get another one easily. If you have nothing, you can get one easily. Maybe which do you work for you or your love? Of course I want both, but if I get these, I study and work hard very much.&lt;/span&gt;  (107)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5631339074452794150?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5631339074452794150/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5631339074452794150' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5631339074452794150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5631339074452794150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/money-or.html' title='money or?'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-1792813208191430258</id><published>2008-12-10T09:23:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:58:41.005+09:00</updated><title type='text'>condition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, I have test of Listening class. I don't study for it. I must study early. I like Listening class. But I don't like test, because I must study. I don't hate study, but I don't want to make haste about it. I want to do it at my leisure. Recently I have a lot of tests and subjects. I want to study at my leisure, but I don't like to live small and neatly. I'm very busy lately. I have not come this university last year but. I regret now, but I don't like to regret. I can't erase the past. I can only live now. Anyway I don't eat anything very much. I don't have money. I want food and something to eat. I don't become happy to eat something, so I'm not happy lately. People want to eat when they live in winter. When it's cold, we want to eat anything. We use our stamina while we don't know. I must eat anything, or I have died probably. I like curry, hamburger and except pickles. I want anyone to make anything to eat. I'm hungry now too. By the way, hamburger is at swiss. It's my part time job. I often eat it. (206)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1792813208191430258?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1792813208191430258/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1792813208191430258' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1792813208191430258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1792813208191430258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/condition.html' title='condition'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5259529082997929728</id><published>2008-12-08T16:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:09:46.137+09:00</updated><title type='text'>football</title><content type='html'>I want to play sport, because I don’t play it recently. I don’t move. I only work at my part time job. I don’t play sports. So we make football team in swiss. Our team includes nine people. The name of team is “Knee High”. The name is popular. That is like sox, but it is very long. It is “Knee high”. Kiyoshi F who works at swiss decided the name. The captain is Shuhei C. He is a nice guy. Recently he went to the beauty parlor for permanent. Last Sunday, we should have played football. But Shuhei break the promise. We are very sad, but we are very glad. I want to practice before the game.  (120)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5259529082997929728?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5259529082997929728/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5259529082997929728' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5259529082997929728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5259529082997929728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/football.html' title='football'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-726154098043193469</id><published>2008-12-08T14:07:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:26:12.776+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>I don't write in this recently. I will be sure to write word. But I couldn't write essay and book review. I write these as soon as possible. (28)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-726154098043193469?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/726154098043193469/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=726154098043193469' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/726154098043193469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/726154098043193469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-1247763671145811942</id><published>2008-11-26T10:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:25:13.492+09:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday (not Beatles)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I played with friends of mine yesterday. They are Kuniaki, Toru, Yudai. We went to see clothes, shoes and something in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kumamoto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; city. At first, I was in Jerry Pasta with Toru. Later, Yudai and Kuniaki came in it. I ate pasta at 16 o'clock. And then, we went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kumamoto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; city by Yudai's car. We ate foods at McDonald 19 o'clock after watched the clothes. It was two times dinner. We became to go back to home about 21 o'clock. But I was hungry again. Eventually, we went to eat KFC. I ate dinner three times yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But! My friend was making dinner when I went back to home. I ate it, and it was pasta. So I ate dinner four times. I must be fat. I don't want to be fat. I must run, run and run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  (141)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1247763671145811942?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1247763671145811942/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1247763671145811942' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1247763671145811942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1247763671145811942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-not-beatles.html' title='yesterday (not Beatles)'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-21043651471076982</id><published>2008-11-26T09:26:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:52:26.261+09:00</updated><title type='text'>life is difficult</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I could wake up this morning. I can't always wake up everyday. I can't sleep early, so I can't wake up early. I think hard that I sleep early. I can't sleep more if I think and think. I have much money a week ago. But now, I have no money very much. Of course, I went to do a gamble. I can't win recently. I'm in Daisakkai. But I can't quit it. I enjoy doing it. Anyway, it is the Christmas soon. It is painful season if you don't have your partner. You should find partner. The Christmas of one is very sad. (104)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-21043651471076982?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/21043651471076982/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=21043651471076982' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/21043651471076982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/21043651471076982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-difficult.html' title='life is difficult'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-2671521774380727271</id><published>2008-11-25T14:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:15:25.648+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 2-3</title><content type='html'>Sam’s New Flat&lt;br /&gt;Sam is a girl. Her mother and father didn't want to live together any more, but they both wanted to be with Sam. So when the flat downstairs became empty. Sam and her mother moved into it. She can meet her father when she wants to meet him. But she is not happy, and she felt it was all her fault. She went to park, but by the time her friends had gone home. Donut came through the gate when she was sitting on the roundabout. He worried for her. Mrs. Green came rushing into the park just then. She seemed very flustered, because she was lost Scrap. Scrap is dog. Sam and Donut decided to find the dog. They went to the bridge, among the trees on the far side of the lake and all over the park. But they couldn’t find Scrap. He was always behind them. Eventually, they had to give up and go back, and then they saw him. They can grab him. Mrs. Green bought ice creams for them. Donut ate triple. Sam said that “I could walk him for you.” Mrs. Green was deeply moved by her kindness. Sam wanted to do something. Her parents split up, but she can’t do anything. She is very sad. She find to do something, and she started to feel better. (231)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2671521774380727271?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2671521774380727271/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2671521774380727271' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2671521774380727271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2671521774380727271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-review-2-3.html' title='Book review 2-3'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3574489730067021944</id><published>2008-11-19T10:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:34:12.117+09:00</updated><title type='text'>smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hey! It is a payday tomorrow. I say "good bye" to poor life. After a week, I will live the poor life. I always become it. Of course it is for the gamble. But I know how to use money, so I think that I don't become so. My most favorite situation is smoking to do gamble. It is very nice situation. Recently, I don't smoke very much, because I live with my friend, but he doesn't smoke. I don't smoke in his house, so I don't smoke very much recently. I want to smoke very much but. I pray to smoke in his house, but it is his house, so I don't smoke. (114)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3574489730067021944?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3574489730067021944/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3574489730067021944' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3574489730067021944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3574489730067021944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/smoke.html' title='smoke'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-4471812001012461182</id><published>2008-11-19T09:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:06:26.099+09:00</updated><title type='text'>too cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Century;" lang="EN-US"&gt;It's too cold today as I can't go out warm room. It's really cold today. I can't go out really. I can say only cold. Anyway, it's too cold today. I really can't do anything. I can't make hand to move. I type very hard. I became to sleep, will I die? I don't die. In fact, I'm lightly dressed. So, I feel cold still more. I want summer or spring to come early. I don't wake up too cold. I can wake up this morning barely. I have no confidence to wake up everyday and every morning. I pray that it is warm everyday. (105)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-4471812001012461182?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4471812001012461182/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4471812001012461182' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4471812001012461182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4471812001012461182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-cold.html' title='too cold'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8398907401399630849</id><published>2008-11-18T18:43:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:57:27.396+09:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch</title><content type='html'>My girl friend made me lunch for me. I’m very happy, and it is very nice taste. She cooked Nikujaga. It was very nice, but she cook to hurry it, so carrots is little hard. I feel that she like me. I’m really happy to have such a girl friend. I must value her. I will eat dinner from now. I want to eat dinner early. Anyway, I don’t have money wholly, so I can’t buy anything. But all right. I bought food two or three days ago. I can eat it. I will do this work tomorrow, I must type more words and more sentence. I must type hard. I will do my best. (115)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8398907401399630849?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8398907401399630849/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8398907401399630849' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8398907401399630849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8398907401399630849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/lunch.html' title='lunch'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8469412912302967991</id><published>2008-11-18T18:05:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:06:34.421+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>School of rock</title><content type='html'>I watched School of rock. It is about music consisted rock. Dewey love rock, but we can’t call him nice guy. When he plays rock, he is crazy. He was in a band his made, but he was thrown out by company of his band. He is too rocking about it. He is too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;He had been thrown out by the band but he can give up rock music. He loves it too much. He lived at his friend’s house but he doesn’t have a work so he doesn’t money. His friend said him that Dewey gets out his house if Dewey can’t pay money. One day, telephone call is his house, and Dewey is only one then. He took it, and then it was from school. In fact, his friend is acting teacher, and it is to him. But Dewey has no money, so he thinks to do it cheating everyone. It is started story.&lt;br /&gt;Dewey can’t teach to student anything, but there is one thing. It’s rock music. At the start, he didn’t think he teach to them anything. He watched their music class, and they play a musical instrument well each one. He thought he made them to play rock music, and he made class become it. Of course, everyone doesn’t know yet that Dewey isn’t teacher. In fact, the student can’t play rock music, classic music is okay, but rock music is not. Dewey taught freedom to student too.&lt;br /&gt;The band refined little by little, and they decided name of the band. It is of course school of rock. They can act stage once, but it must be come out other teacher and their parents. But it has been come out and what Dewey isn’t formal teacher. He has eventually escaped his house. And be over.&lt;br /&gt;I thought so but it wasn’t over. The all students came to house of Dewey, and they go to rock. The teachers and parents ran after to them. I think that rock music has an effect which gives happy and brave for people. Finally, the teachers and parents gazed the children.&lt;br /&gt;I think this story is like a “Sister Act”. I like that movie very much, so I like this movie, but Dewey is too loud little. This movie was about rock music perfectly. I like it, so I was interesting to it. (397)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8469412912302967991?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8469412912302967991/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8469412912302967991' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8469412912302967991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8469412912302967991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-of-rock_18.html' title='School of rock'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8663390058511485510</id><published>2008-11-14T19:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:18:13.015+09:00</updated><title type='text'>rest</title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Friday, because I have many classes the day. I have four classes in Friday. In fact, I don’t want to wake up at the morning of Friday, but I have taken all classes of Friday, next, it is Saturday. I like Saturday very much. Everyone like Saturday I think. I wish that everyday is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;I like Saturday very much. I said it a short time ago. I can rest very well. I live all time at Saturday comfortably. I can live free life at it. My best day is of course Saturday, but anyone doesn’t ask it to me. (105)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8663390058511485510?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8663390058511485510/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8663390058511485510' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8663390058511485510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8663390058511485510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/rest.html' title='rest'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5299260854680457462</id><published>2008-11-14T18:20:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:24:34.157+09:00</updated><title type='text'>two girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mai H can dance. She works at swiss, and I work there too. Tomoko T does nothing. But she works at swiss too. I meet them third period and fifth period. Mai H is tall girl, Tomoko T is small girl. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mai H likes Gundam.&lt;/span&gt; I’m surprised to listen at it. Tomoko T’s hobby is to study English. She is a liar. She think that she want to speak English certainly, of course me too. They are pretty girls. I think they are very kind. I’m glad to meet them. I’m glad that they work at swiss. I have ever taken fifth period only one. But I meet them, and I can take the class with them. I’m really very glad. I bought two juices for them. (127&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5299260854680457462?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5299260854680457462/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5299260854680457462' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5299260854680457462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5299260854680457462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-girls.html' title='two girls'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5873990104124533348</id><published>2008-11-11T20:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:30:45.236+09:00</updated><title type='text'>soba</title><content type='html'>It’s PM nine o’clock now. It’s very later, and it’s darkness sky. I’m hungry now. But I don’t have foods. I want to eat something. By the way, I like Soba very much recently. I bought it very much. I like Zarusoba especially. I think that I go to home then I eat it. Soba is the best now.  (59)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5873990104124533348?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5873990104124533348/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5873990104124533348' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5873990104124533348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5873990104124533348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/soba.html' title='soba'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6011038430560242613</id><published>2008-11-05T10:21:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:31:04.645+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>bicycle</title><content type='html'>I have my bicycle. I think that it is nice shape. I named to it. The name is "Mathukaze". The Mathukaze is Keizi Maeda's horse. Keizi Maeda is a general in the Warring States period. He is very strong. He is "Kabukimono". It is like a Yankee, I don't like the Yankee, but Keizi is very cool and smart guy. (60)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6011038430560242613?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6011038430560242613/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6011038430560242613' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6011038430560242613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6011038430560242613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/bicycle.html' title='bicycle'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5795670886116136733</id><published>2008-11-05T09:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:57:42.038+09:00</updated><title type='text'>movie</title><content type='html'>I have no time, but I have vacant time in the night. I can't sleep in the night, so I'm very sleepy in the morning. I'm hungry very much now. I can't eat breakfast soon after I waked up. Recently I want to act in the drama and movie. I can't do it but. I want to do it, and I want to watch very much movies. I'm tired in my life. I want to have interesting things. I want to have stimulative things. I want to go abroad. I want to watch anything which I have not watched yet. Can I have happiness? I'm not interesting about anything now. (110)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5795670886116136733?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5795670886116136733/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5795670886116136733' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5795670886116136733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5795670886116136733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie.html' title='movie'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8871910030383127741</id><published>2008-10-29T20:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:56:11.489+09:00</updated><title type='text'>indoor</title><content type='html'>I don’t go out my home recently, because I don’t want to go out my home. I don’t like cold air, but I don’t like hot air too. So I don’t want to go out my home. Why do everyone wake up in morning? Why must I wake up in morning? I must go to university, but I can’t wake up. Hirary Duff sings for me to wake up sometimes. She is in my mobile phone, but I can’t wake up. There is anyone who know how to violently wake up. I’m in trouble because I can’t wake up. (100)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8871910030383127741?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8871910030383127741/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8871910030383127741' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8871910030383127741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8871910030383127741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/indoor.html' title='indoor'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-1807786435154885177</id><published>2008-10-22T10:17:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:30:48.666+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponyo</title><content type='html'>Have you watched "Gakenoue no Ponyo"? I have not watched yet. I like Disney and Ghibli, so I want to watch it. I like story of them. It's made for children almost, but it's popular by adults too.&lt;br /&gt;(38)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1807786435154885177?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1807786435154885177/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1807786435154885177' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1807786435154885177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1807786435154885177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/ponyo.html' title='Ponyo'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-9080502812368258536</id><published>2008-10-22T09:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:14:21.404+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Leah Donna Dizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SP576NB0zEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cHjzwtxOPyY/s1600-h/250px-Leah_Dizon_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SP576NB0zEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cHjzwtxOPyY/s200/250px-Leah_Dizon_cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259777654675262530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lear Dizon has married. It's bad thing for me. I can't believe that. Every man can't believe that. We say only "Oh my god!" Why had she married? I was shocked by the marriage very much. (35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-9080502812368258536?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9080502812368258536/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=9080502812368258536' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/9080502812368258536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/9080502812368258536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/leah-donna-dizon.html' title='Leah Donna Dizon'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SP576NB0zEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cHjzwtxOPyY/s72-c/250px-Leah_Dizon_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980406993767220522.post-8200769268051653513</id><published>2008-10-22T09:26:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:59:02.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kushami</title><content type='html'>Kushami is sneeze in English. I'm sure to sneeze when I wake up in morning. Probably it's my allergy. There are dust very much in my room. I must clean up my room. My sneeze don't stop. My stamina is taken by sneeze, because I don't sneeze two or three. I sneeze more than ten times. I'm tired every morning. I don't want to do it. I have to go to hospital. (72)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8200769268051653513?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8200769268051653513/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8200769268051653513' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8200769268051653513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8200769268051653513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/kushami.html' title='Kushami'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-4570882747965573243</id><published>2008-10-15T10:02:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:15:38.422+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>my girl</title><content type='html'>I have girl friend. Why can I make girl friend, I don't know. She is pretty, maybe. She is tall, probably. Of course it is not a delusion. I don't want to be it. Anyway, maybe she is pretty, I think. I don't introduce her to my friend. I have no chance to meet. She is a member of society. I knew her at swiss. (67)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-4570882747965573243?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4570882747965573243/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4570882747965573243' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4570882747965573243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4570882747965573243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-girl.html' title='my girl'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7320870102722435701</id><published>2008-10-15T09:38:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:02:03.923+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>When I sleep, my friend makeｓ me to wake up. He is very loud. I don't want to wake up yet, but he makeｓ me to wake up. I always say that, "silence". Then he whistle. He is very loud, I can't sleep enough time. I live along with friend. He is very funny, but he is always loud. But I can't hate him. His name is Hirotaka. He is very cool, but he is not genius. His skin is little black, of course he is Japanese. He works at "everyone" nearby KGU sometimes. It is hard work, because it's AM5:00-AM8:00. He worked today too. But he was late. I always say that, you should quit it, and you can do it, but he have no enough money to live, moreover he does gamble sometimes. We go to gamble. We don't win very much. We could become loser of life. I don't want to be it. I earn much money certainly.　（160）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7320870102722435701?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7320870102722435701/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7320870102722435701' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7320870102722435701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7320870102722435701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7315982772663606567</id><published>2008-10-14T18:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:48:14.161+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I lost something recently. I can’t find it. I lend something. I must be returned it. I don’t have motivation. I don’t motivate recently. I don’t act. I don’t want to act. I can’t do anything now. I don’t enjoy now. (42)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7315982772663606567?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7315982772663606567/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7315982772663606567' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7315982772663606567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7315982772663606567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6275653001071788008</id><published>2008-10-14T18:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:31:32.209+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I don’t have money. So I can’t buy foods. I can cook, but I can’t buy ingredients. I’m very sad. I want to be a rich man. I want money very much, but I can’t get money. We can’t get money, if we don’t work. We must work for living. But if the work is nothing and it don't give us enough money, of course we can’t live our life. The real is strict. (75)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6275653001071788008?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6275653001071788008/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6275653001071788008' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6275653001071788008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6275653001071788008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-1442000294505788157</id><published>2008-10-14T18:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:03:44.668+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes</title><content type='html'>I don’t have a lot of clothes. So I want to have them, but I don’t have money. Recently it has been cold day. I want long-sleeved and jackets. I’m not interesting about clothes, but I want to be a cool guy. So I must have interest about it. I want to be given clothes. (56)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1442000294505788157?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1442000294505788157/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1442000294505788157' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1442000294505788157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1442000294505788157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/clothes.html' title='Clothes'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7254598786558950422</id><published>2008-10-14T17:33:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:36:10.649+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 2-2</title><content type='html'>Victorian Adventure&lt;br /&gt;I like the story of magic key. The magic key took children back in time to ａ street on a foggy day. It’s a lot of mist day. There is a boy wearing hut. The children ask him, Where is this. The boy said that, this is London. They were friends of the boy.&lt;br /&gt;They were hungry. So the boy knew a work, and they little worked. They get some money. Then they bought some bread. The boy guided them at Buckingham Palace. They were in it, but they broke into it. Actually the boy’s friend is in it. But his parents don’t forgive that the boy enters in it. So they had to break into it.&lt;br /&gt;They meet friend of the boy, and then they played basketball. But a grown-up came in room played basketball by children, and they were arrested policeman. They were take a prison. Next day, a man came to see the children, and he took them to Buckingham Palace. There was an old woman. She was grandmother of the children. She came in the time. The children were very surprised. Finally they played everyone, and they came back them home. They enjoy this adventure very much. (205)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7254598786558950422?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7254598786558950422/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7254598786558950422' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7254598786558950422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7254598786558950422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-review-2-2.html' title='Book review 2-2'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6984153450918866310</id><published>2008-10-07T15:57:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:00:44.299+09:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN</title><content type='html'>I like the sun at lunch time. But I don't like it in the morning. I don't want morning to come whenever. I can sleep forever.  (26)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6984153450918866310?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6984153450918866310/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6984153450918866310' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6984153450918866310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6984153450918866310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/sun.html' title='SUN'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3274034420162245650</id><published>2008-10-07T15:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:57:27.515+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Shrek</title><content type='html'>I watched Shrek long ago, but I have forgotten the contents. So I lent it. The main character is of course Shrek , Donkey and Princess Fiona.&lt;br /&gt;The Donkey is an ass, speaking ass. He is very loud. At first he is sold by an old lady, but he escaped. There was Shrek where he escaped. Donkey was hidden behind him. Soldiers seem to arrest Donkey, but they escape from there watched Shrek. He has force very much. Shrek is green monster. He doesn’t want to be people nearby him, because the people escape from him. But Donkey decided to follow Shrek, he thought that it is safe. At first, he doesn’t want to take Donkey, because he is very loud. They are friends before I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;They go to help Princess Fiona. It is an order from Lord Farquaad. Shrek talk on the way that his mental is like onion. Donkey doesn’t know the meaning. The mind isn’t watched anyone. They can watch body but can’t watch mind. It’s the meaning. The mind of him is same too. He has delicate heart. We don’t know a person just watched.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Fiona is castle. But magma is under the castle. There is dragon. She waits a brave soldier, and kissed. I was interesting about the dragon and Donkey. When the dragon seemed to attack him, he began to try to win her. It’s very funny. The dragon is female. Shrek help Princess Fiona but don’t kiss her. To tell the truth, she has a curse. She becomes bad looking after the sun has set. The curse is melt when she kissed a brave soldier. But he is Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, Shrek and Fiona love themselves. It’s unbelievable. But she must go to castle of Farquaad. Eventually she went to there, and she seems to marry him. Then Shrek said her “I love you”. Yes, this is happy end. I think so. But she doesn’t become beautiful. But Shrek loves her forever. The person is not outward appearance. The most important thing is our heart. I understood it. (347)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3274034420162245650?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3274034420162245650/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3274034420162245650' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3274034420162245650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3274034420162245650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/shrek.html' title='Shrek'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7909135470027947883</id><published>2008-10-01T10:26:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:29:00.235+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>Yudai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;Yudai T is very nice guy. He is popular and too loud. He is my friend. He is interesting. I like him, but he doesn't like me. He doesn't have girlfriend. He doesn't know a woman's heart. He come the university by his car everyday. He live in Tamana, it's little far, so he is terrible too.　（57） &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&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/5980406993767220522-7909135470027947883?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7909135470027947883/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7909135470027947883' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7909135470027947883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7909135470027947883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/yudai.html' title='Yudai'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3882937459667022539</id><published>2008-10-01T09:42:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:10:38.993+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juppun ha jubun'/><title type='text'>terrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:blue;"   lang="EN-US" &gt;It's terrible in my life recently. I want to play very much. I played summer vacation many times. The university has started, so I must come to university. I like English class, but I don't like others. I come university to study English. So I don't want to take other class. (51)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3882937459667022539?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3882937459667022539/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3882937459667022539' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3882937459667022539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3882937459667022539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/terrible.html' title='terrible'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-1971991583074093590</id><published>2008-09-30T13:55:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:12:05.495+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 2-1</title><content type='html'>The flying machine&lt;br /&gt;At first, Nadim who is boy and hid father and mother had been to America. They fly to home. Nadim like flying, but his father doesn’t like flying. A steward took Nadim through the aero plane. He could watch the flight deck and the captain.&lt;br /&gt;After Nadim got home, he met Anneena. Anneena is a girl. She picked up the magic key. This story is the magic key’s story too. The magic took them back in time. There were two men. They are twins. They make a flying machine, and there was no the flying machine in the time. Nadim and Anneena advise the twins about shape of propeller and wing.&lt;br /&gt;They make machine, but they don’t know that it can fly. One of the twins got into the machine and started the engine. But it can’t fly. Suddenly there was a noise, it sounded like an engine. It came from up in the sky. An aero plane was flying. The pilot is Wilbur Wright. He and his brother are the first men to fly. First twins have not been Wright brothers, (185)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1971991583074093590?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1971991583074093590/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1971991583074093590' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1971991583074093590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1971991583074093590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/flying-machine.html' title='Book review 2-1'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7444164903903009994</id><published>2008-09-24T09:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:03:31.207+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It is cold recently. The fall has coming. Especially, everyone is hungry sometimes in fall. I don't know why but probably everyone doesn't have anything and doing thing. So we can eat something only in fall. I thought so. I'm hungry now. We become composed in fall. Colored leaves are very beautiful. (52)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7444164903903009994?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7444164903903009994/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7444164903903009994' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7444164903903009994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7444164903903009994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7204629303633510270</id><published>2008-09-24T09:04:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:47:34.034+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No!</title><content type='html'>I must have gone to school. It's a very sad thing for me. The summer vacation, I think that it is very short. I do only part time job in summer vacation. I work twenty seven times for a month. I can't have vacation wholly. I want to have vacation, and I want to play my best. (57)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7204629303633510270?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7204629303633510270/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7204629303633510270' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7204629303633510270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7204629303633510270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/no.html' title='No!'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3345796027404720504</id><published>2008-07-29T10:52:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:03:34.068+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet</title><content type='html'>It’s not summer vacation yet. I have many things what to do. I have finished my examinations. But I have a lot of report and I don’t know that, so I’m sad now. (33)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3345796027404720504?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3345796027404720504/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3345796027404720504' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3345796027404720504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3345796027404720504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/yet.html' title='Yet'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-4794869845317351</id><published>2008-07-29T10:41:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:51:55.951+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Outline</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There is my home at Konoha. But I don’t live at there. I live nearby Kumamoto Gakuen University. I live with friend of mine. It’s comfortable life. I enjoy the life, so I’m happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have parents. I have my father and mother. I have my brother and sister. I don’t meet them recently, because I live nearby Kumamoto Gakuen University now. I want to meet them little. My father is a policeman. He lives at Yabe now. He is very kind to me, so I like him, and mother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Environment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much natural and mount at my local town. I like the environment. There is clear air. We can see beautiful stars at night. Lately, many houses were built nearby my home. I can’t watch the sun. Possibly the air will become bad condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There is station at Konoha. The name is Konoha station. Lately, the station became very well shape. Actually it was burned long ago. It is nearby my home. It’s useful thing. But there is a railway nearby my home too. When I went to bed, I have heard sounds which train runs the railway. I can’t sleep for that purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There is Mt. Konoha. It is not so tall. It’s shaved half, because limestone exist at it, and people who work at the mountain take it, so it is shaved half. I think that it is poor. A fire was happened there. It was happened when I was elementary school student. I watched it near the place. It’s dreadful fire. I don’t want it to be happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My elementary school’s name is Konoha. It is far from my home. My junior high school’s name is Gyokuto. It is very near from my home. I don’t like school wholly. I was late many times when I was junior high school student. The school is near my home but. (326)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/TomeiWed/tomoki1.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-4794869845317351?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4794869845317351/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4794869845317351' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4794869845317351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4794869845317351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/outline.html' title='Outline'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7223342998847916303</id><published>2008-07-28T10:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:30:50.055+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination</title><content type='html'>I have finished all of my exams. But I must write report. It is two. So I can’t have summer vacation yet. I want to have finished about it, and I have summer vacation earlier. But I have a lot of part time job. I’m best of part time jobber. I have to twenty times in a month. I don’t want to work already. People who want to work at swiss are nobody. I really want to get help. We are short of help. We have a grudge at swiss. I can’t play in summer vacation. I can’t rest in summer vacation. We will really start a strike. (108)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7223342998847916303?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7223342998847916303/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7223342998847916303' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7223342998847916303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7223342998847916303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/examination.html' title='Examination'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-2863261894643362247</id><published>2008-07-22T12:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:00:50.220+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>I take exam today, but I can’t pass and can’t get the credit. I didn’t study very much. I have a part time job today. And I have exam tomorrow. I don’t want to go at my part time job. I can’t take a rest. I and my company are really angry against our cafeteria. We need people who work at it. But the payment by the hour is six hundred eighty yen. It’s too cheap. The people don’t want to work such a payment. We demand an improvement. (89)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2863261894643362247?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2863261894643362247/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2863261894643362247' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2863261894643362247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2863261894643362247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3719636283156724517</id><published>2008-07-22T11:59:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:28:25.879+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiroya Iwayama</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watch Hiroya Iwayama today. I have not seen him long time. He is wearing a business suit. The suit doesn’t become him. It’s disappointing. He helps my reports next to me now, and I type this sentence. He is very kind to everyone. He is wearing red tie. It doesn’t become him too. He goes around with Shinpei Harakawa. Shinpei likes cafeteria, so they often go to cafeteria. It’s a lie about they go around with themselves. But they are very close friends. They could really go around with themselves. He said to his friends that “We are along with everybody till we die”. He could like men, probably. (110)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3719636283156724517?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3719636283156724517/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3719636283156724517' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3719636283156724517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3719636283156724517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiroya-iwayama.html' title='Hiroya Iwayama'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-645509087252968242</id><published>2008-07-16T15:54:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:09:14.995+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SH2bvcOfVVI/AAAAAAAAADg/_gxUDf7SFfQ/s1600-h/ph_key_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223502382152766802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SH2bvcOfVVI/AAAAAAAAADg/_gxUDf7SFfQ/s200/ph_key_f.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lent DVD of Friends my friend. I lent it before about three years. I was returned it today. I was glad to be returned it, because I want to watch it strongly. The DVD is very funny. It is organized about love and comedy. I love it. I recommend you watching it. The main actors are six people. Three men and three women act in it. (67)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-645509087252968242?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/645509087252968242/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=645509087252968242' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/645509087252968242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/645509087252968242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SH2bvcOfVVI/AAAAAAAAADg/_gxUDf7SFfQ/s72-c/ph_key_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980406993767220522.post-5419546573597824534</id><published>2008-07-16T15:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:16:09.500+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This day is</title><content type='html'>the final day.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a final day today. I’m happy now. But I didn’t finish all of my reports. I'm happy but I’m sad very much, and I have some test. But, if I have finished them, I can have summer vacation. I’m looking forward to coming it early. I want to play very much in it. It is for that purpose, I must study for my test. I want to travel. Can I go to travel? I must have finished my reports earlier. I want to go abroad. If I can go there, I want to go there. I want to study English and I want to watch foreign houses, streets and foods. I really want to go abroad. I can’t graduate as I am now. I want to learn English very much, and I want to be able to speak English very well. So I must study very hard. (151)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5419546573597824534?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5419546573597824534/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5419546573597824534' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5419546573597824534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5419546573597824534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-day-is.html' title='This day is'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-112698706850671195</id><published>2008-07-15T16:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:09:15.152+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HANANO KEIJI</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SHxUdtn91kI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjRN-WUHuQc/s1600-h/keiji001-737980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223142537283098178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SHxUdtn91kI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjRN-WUHuQc/s320/keiji001-737980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His name is Keiji Maeda. He is too cool man. He was born in the Warring States period. He is very strong. Do you know Hokutonokenn? Both of them is written same author. Name of the comic is Hananokeiji. I love it. If you read it, you should have loved it, I think. If you have interest about it, I want you to read it. I introduce about it easily. The main character is of course Keiji Maeda. He rides very big horse. Its name is Matukaze. The horse is very fast. Anyway, he is very cool. And he is too strong. His strength is like Kensirou in Hokutonoken’s main character. Keiji is Kabukimono. Kabukimono is like a hooligan. There are much hooligan then. But he was especially strong. I want to be like him. (135)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-112698706850671195?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/112698706850671195/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=112698706850671195' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/112698706850671195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/112698706850671195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_2971.html' title='HANANO KEIJI'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SHxUdtn91kI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjRN-WUHuQc/s72-c/keiji001-737980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980406993767220522.post-5105881234696313324</id><published>2008-07-15T16:18:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:33:40.744+09:00</updated><title type='text'>report</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of report. I can't finish completely all of them. Lately, I have no money wholly. I can be going to get my salary 18th in this month but it’s too a low salary. I have to survive still 18th but I have only a thousand yen. Can I live still it? I must live till it. I’m very sad. Why my money had been gone out? Because, I went to gamble. I must quit it. I said much times. But I can’t stop it. If I have much money, I cannot help going to gamble. Probably it’s very bad condition for me. I really quit the gamble.  (111)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5105881234696313324?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5105881234696313324/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5105881234696313324' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5105881234696313324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5105881234696313324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/report.html' title='report'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3367356047350603589</id><published>2008-07-13T16:06:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:33:16.628+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer vacation</title><content type='html'>My plan of summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;I have my part time job. In summer vacation, I work at my part time job, I work at my part time job and I work at my part time job. I only work at my part time job in summer vacation. In fact, my workshop needs people. It needs four people to work on usual day, and It need six people to work on weekend. But, Syuuhey Tida works at my part time job, and he will go New Zealand. There is only seven people in my workshop. So, there is going to be only six people. I must work as everyday. I have wanted to quit it. I don't work for the firm. I work just for friends of mine. I want to travel with my girlfriend. I want to go a hot spring. I want to go to sightseeing. I want to go to Prefectural Kagoshima. Ｉｔ ｉｓ nice taste the thin wheat noodles. I want to go there. (169)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3367356047350603589?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3367356047350603589/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3367356047350603589' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3367356047350603589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3367356047350603589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer vacation'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-544592443852636663</id><published>2008-07-13T15:34:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:06:18.178+09:00</updated><title type='text'>swiss</title><content type='html'>It is a idiotic cafe. I work at there. I like the company but I don't like the system. My companies feel it like me feeling it. The payment by the hour is six hundred eighty yen. Unbelievable!! It is too cheap. Can you work there? The answer is "No!". But I work. So, We have meeting in the cafe. We can discuss about our feeling. But the members of the staff don't hear our opinion. They listen at it, but they don't move. What a hell are they doing? My opinion isn't only about the payment by the hour. The uniform is very frumpy. I can't say that it's a smart cafe. Everyone can't say it. My companion and I want to think the cafe has gone under, or we make it to have gone under. (137)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-544592443852636663?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/544592443852636663/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=544592443852636663' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/544592443852636663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/544592443852636663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/swiss.html' title='swiss'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-4648428893511700730</id><published>2008-07-13T15:04:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:21:31.131+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>I came to library of university on Sunday. I like life of university recently. I liked to study too. I want to read English book, I must read it but, I like doing it lately. I want to talk foreigner, I want to read English book, I want to be to speak English very much. I think anyone who can speak English in Japan isn't very much. Of course it is in Japanese. So I want to be able to speak English, and I talk with foreigner. I want to go foreign country, I want to watch any country, I want to know any culture. I want to watch other country's streets. I think that it is very beautiful. It is for the purpose I must be to speak English. (130)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-4648428893511700730?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4648428893511700730/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4648428893511700730' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4648428893511700730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4648428893511700730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-4295039806011275181</id><published>2008-07-09T11:31:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:19:54.750+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix</title><content type='html'>"Matrix" is a movie. It very excite to me. The main character is Neo. He is very strong man like the "Super man". Many people watch it. It's popular. But it's made as philosophy, so children who watched it don't think that it is interesting. People in "Matrix" are what you call resistance. Neo is the Saviour in the world. Their enemy is "agent". They are very strong. Normal people don't match them, but only Neo can beat them. Keanu Reeves is Neo. He is nice guy. If you don't watch it, I want you to watch it. The action is very wonderful. I'm surprised to watch it. You should be surprised to watch it. (115)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-4295039806011275181?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4295039806011275181/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4295039806011275181' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4295039806011275181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4295039806011275181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/marix.html' title='Matrix'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8760140375321048480</id><published>2008-07-09T10:15:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:33:26.506+09:00</updated><title type='text'>cigarette</title><content type='html'>I smoke cigarette. I like it. I smoke "Seven Star custom light". Recently, we can't buy it if we don't have "taspo". I don't have it, and my friends don't have very much too. Why was it made? I'm okay, I can buy convenience store. And I'm 21 years old. But anyone who under 20 years old smokes cigarette easily. Eventually they can smoke it, so "taspo" is  nonsense, I think. (71)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8760140375321048480?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8760140375321048480/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8760140375321048480' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8760140375321048480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8760140375321048480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/cigarette.html' title='cigarette'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-1616610845310180491</id><published>2008-07-09T09:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:32:13.267+09:00</updated><title type='text'>live with friend</title><content type='html'>I live with friend. There is nearby KGU, so I can go to university. It's glad to me, and I will get  some credit. Now I'm typing this sentence to receive class. However I don't have vacant time very much. I want summer to come early. I want to play much. I have much stress. I want to go out it. (61)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1616610845310180491?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1616610845310180491/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1616610845310180491' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1616610845310180491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1616610845310180491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/live-with-friend.html' title='live with friend'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-2593766469859758685</id><published>2008-07-04T18:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:18:23.682+09:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I can't reach ten thousands wards. I survive hard day. what do I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2593766469859758685?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2593766469859758685/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2593766469859758685' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2593766469859758685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2593766469859758685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7406969612255331953</id><published>2008-07-04T17:50:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:12:26.738+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's nice day.</title><content type='html'>I can meet my girlfriend today after long time. I'm glad very much. And I can rest my part time job of weekend after three month. But my friend said to me that can I take his place. I said "no". I don't want to work today. The holiday is valuable day for me very much. I can't work such a day. Anyway it's very rare day for me. I can't have vacant time such like this. So it's nice day! I want everyday to become such a day. But it can't. I love holiday. I love my girlfriend. I will do anything as for my girlfriend, no matter how I will be to die. (115)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7406969612255331953?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7406969612255331953/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7406969612255331953' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7406969612255331953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7406969612255331953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-nice-day.html' title='It&apos;s nice day.'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-2145844151478092413</id><published>2008-07-02T10:17:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:32:54.465+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sick 2</title><content type='html'>I'm still sick today too. I don't want to do anything. I can't become to do anything. My nose is too bad. I always have mucus very much. My father has bad nose, so I think that it's heredity. I don't    want the heredity. It's not useful. I have much mucus even if I don't catch a cold. (58)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2145844151478092413?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2145844151478092413/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2145844151478092413' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2145844151478092413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2145844151478092413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-2.html' title='sick 2'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8213920351180501861</id><published>2008-07-01T15:48:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:35:18.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WEI part 2</title><content type='html'>My blog is written as I like. I type and type post at blog but anyone doesn't watch my blog. I think I don't know what I do. It's only empty to me. I want to take common class. I can't know that it's useful for me. Frankly speaking, I can't say that it's enjoyable class. Because I don't want to take it very much. And it's first class, so I can't wake up very much. Homework is too much for me too. I don't have only this class, I have other classes. I think it, it's hard to me. These are bad points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good point, I don't have chance very much which I work a personal computer. So I'm glad to work it. Probably, I will work well at a personal computer. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work well at my blog, even if I do say so myself. But I lack more words probably. I must type more and more words. I will work harder. I want to get the credit. (171)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8213920351180501861?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8213920351180501861/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8213920351180501861' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8213920351180501861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8213920351180501861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/wei-part-2.html' title='WEI part 2'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5104035053828311024</id><published>2008-06-27T18:54:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:01:49.776+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sick now. I have caught a cold three days ago. It's heavy to me, and it's summer, so I can't recover it easily. I catch a cold every year, same season. Why? I don't know. I must pay attention this season than winter. I don't want to catch a cold the season. (53)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5104035053828311024?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5104035053828311024/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5104035053828311024' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5104035053828311024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5104035053828311024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5490843279682502078</id><published>2008-06-27T18:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:09:15.459+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 1-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SGSuUzI-95I/AAAAAAAAADA/sHvnmPnl3hU/s1600-h/20080627174017-779380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216485940750382994" style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="263" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SGSuUzI-95I/AAAAAAAAADA/sHvnmPnl3hU/s320/20080627174017-779380.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a story of magic key. Probably, it's 3 times that I read it. I like the story, because it's funny and interest to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;A child put a television on. There was an old film about two men moving a piano. They are grey color. He turned off the television. Suddenly the magic key was glowing. He is all by himself. The magic took him into a strange grey world. It's just like the film he saw on television. Two men were trying to move a piano, and they didn't see him. The child didn't like the world, because it is all grey, it's isn't funny world. It's a silly adventure to him. He didn't want to help them, but he did. He hated the world, so he took the magic key out of his pocket and banged it. Suddenly, the magic key took him home, but it's wrong something. He has become grey. He don't recover to do anything. It's not sick, it's magic. He realize about it, and he said to the key, "I'm sorry." The key glowed, his color came back.  (186)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5490843279682502078?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5490843279682502078/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5490843279682502078' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5490843279682502078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5490843279682502078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_27.html' title='Book review 1-10'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SGSuUzI-95I/AAAAAAAAADA/sHvnmPnl3hU/s72-c/20080627174017-779380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980406993767220522.post-2854511932013080026</id><published>2008-06-18T13:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:45:12.638+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MC Hammer</title><content type='html'>I like him, but I don't know him very well. I researched about him but, at first, he wanted to be baseball player. Why he is "Hammer"? Because he is like &lt;a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%8F%E3%83%B3%E3%82%AF%E3%83%BB%E3%82%A2%E3%83%BC%E3%83%AD%E3%83%B3"&gt;"Hank" Aaron&lt;/a&gt;, and he called Little Hammer when he was child, so his name became Hammer. I like his song "U Can't Touch This".&lt;br /&gt;Because I watch and listen at it, it's very funny to me. Who is "Hank" Aaron? I linked him introduced. If you click different color's his name, you can see his details. I think probably you know MC Hammer. His song is very famous. If you don't know his song, you should listen at it least one. It's so funny to you. (117)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2854511932013080026?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2854511932013080026/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2854511932013080026' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2854511932013080026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2854511932013080026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/mc-hammer.html' title='MC Hammer'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-2672359498571555327</id><published>2008-06-18T11:56:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:42:48.476+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring</title><content type='html'>I gave a ring to my girlfriend, of course it's not a wedding ring. I gave it on her birthday. She seemed to be glad to receive it from me. And it came my birthday by and by. My birthday is 14th January. She gave same ring to me. How surprised it is happened! I'm very glad, she love me. It's romantic. (62)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2672359498571555327?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2672359498571555327/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2672359498571555327' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2672359498571555327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2672359498571555327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/ring.html' title='Ring'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6323590675895827270</id><published>2008-06-18T11:26:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:40:29.915+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is Wednesday. My payday is 20th every month. So it's after two days. I' m very looking foward to get my salary. I have no money now. Actually, I'm dangerous condition. It's emergency situation. I love money, but it becomes going out thing. I must save it to live my life. (52)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6323590675895827270?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6323590675895827270/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6323590675895827270' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6323590675895827270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6323590675895827270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-1322115236946076691</id><published>2008-06-18T11:07:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:39:17.593+09:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=ddbtd54n_0fkr4mwc8" frameborder="0" height="342" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www2.kumagaku.ac.jp/teacher/wink/TomeiWed/tomoki.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1322115236946076691?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1322115236946076691/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1322115236946076691' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1322115236946076691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1322115236946076691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_18.html' title='introduction'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-2080307944878845052</id><published>2008-06-17T19:19:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:38:48.346+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I young yet?</title><content type='html'>I'm twenty years old. Am I young yet? I don't think I'm young. My body don't move. Lately, I don't want to move very much. I could say that I can't move my body. I'm an old man. (38)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-2080307944878845052?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2080307944878845052/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2080307944878845052' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2080307944878845052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2080307944878845052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/am-i-young-yet.html' title='Am I young yet?'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6392779985328181044</id><published>2008-06-17T17:59:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:39:06.847+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TV game</title><content type='html'>Lately, I play TV game. The name is "Star Ocean". It is fantasy game, I has been impressed by it. I make the character to grow the strongest. I'm glad to make it to grow. I don't have vacant time really I don't have. So I want to have time mine. I'm tired to not have rest. I go to work at part time job on holiday, I must go to university on ordinary day. I want to meet my girlfriend, but I have no time to meet her too. I'm very sad. (93)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6392779985328181044?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6392779985328181044/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6392779985328181044' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6392779985328181044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6392779985328181044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/tv-game.html' title='TV game'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3676402688870621613</id><published>2008-06-17T17:18:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:48:34.160+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>essay 6</title><content type='html'>2028 introduction myself&lt;br /&gt;What will I do after twenty years? At first, I should be forty one years old, and I will have my family. I really hope what I will have my family. I cannot help living without my family then. Because I don't like lonely life. My occupation will be police. I want to be a policeman, because my father is it, and I respect him. I must necessarily be it but, I just want to be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is it the Earth then. It could not exist. The carbon dioxide has been increasing throughout the world. The Earth is deadly increased it. The effects have given greenhouse in the Earth. I think that it will be after twenty years, but it must it will be after twenty years, but it must be going to deadly condition. We have to not use fossil fuels to survive us and for the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About in my family, I will have two kids. I want a girl and boy each one. If I have children, they are my treasure. But he and she have gone out my home someday. It is very sad situation for parents. A human is sure to an adult. I can't anything about it. But it is sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, will I survive then? Possibly I don't exist. This sentence could be a note left behind by me. All right, then, I will be fine in the heaven. But I want to marry someone. If I had died earlier than my wife, probably she is very sad. I can't die easily. (266)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3676402688870621613?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3676402688870621613/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3676402688870621613' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3676402688870621613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3676402688870621613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/essay-6_17.html' title='essay 6'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-3074051292266426166</id><published>2008-06-16T16:15:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:09:15.647+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 1-9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SFYS_IJeD-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/e0iVXEDMrks/s1600-h/20080616161952-708568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212374494456188898" style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="255" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SFYS_IJeD-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/e0iVXEDMrks/s320/20080616161952-708568.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Children went to a big house called Seabay House for the week. The children were excited to go there. The house was near the sea and there were lots of interesting things to do. They went to the sea to did a beach study. Two of children found a seagull. It had oil on its feathers. They took it to see Mrs Honey. She was a doctor for animals. She has cleaned the oil off, and its feather got better. Children went across to Green Island in the boat. The children found a small cave. Some drums were in the cave. It was dumed. Suddenly, a boat was coming to the island. People in the boat dumped some drums. The children told police, and the police took the people off the island. The next day, the story of Green Island was in a newspaper. The children were excited, so they have bought three newspaper. I like this story. The children are very kind and gentle. We must not dump our trash wherever. We should dump them fixed point. (178)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-3074051292266426166?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3074051292266426166/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=3074051292266426166' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3074051292266426166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/3074051292266426166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Book review 1-9'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SFYS_IJeD-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/e0iVXEDMrks/s72-c/20080616161952-708568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980406993767220522.post-1721013534555786483</id><published>2008-06-13T15:41:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:33:17.966+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No!</title><content type='html'>It's sunny today. It's warm. I'm glad by the thing. I don't want to walk to take an umbrella. I don't want to add to my thing. It's heavy to me. But it must be rain sometimes. Foods can't grow up without rain. Irritating. (44)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1721013534555786483?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1721013534555786483/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1721013534555786483' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1721013534555786483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1721013534555786483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/no.html' title='No!'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7571253906741699111</id><published>2008-06-11T14:04:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:51:09.903+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>essay 5</title><content type='html'>My memorable day&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice sound "memorable day". I have many memorable days. I will introduce it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply cannot play with my parents now. I'm 21 years old, so I don't do it now. So the days which I played with my father and my mother are my memorable day. I liked to play with my parents. They were very kind to me. They take me to an amusement park, zoo and travel. But they surely overwork at his work and his family. I could not think my parents when I was children. I must be dutiful to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was high school student, I did Karate. By the way, I did Kendo when I was junior high school and elementary school student. I don't like about Kendo very much, because it is too hot in summer and too cold in winter. But I like a tournament whatever. I did Karate in high school, I said a short time ago but. I like very much the tournament. Because I’m excited doing it. I do it many times. It’s very enjoyable. It's too hurt to me, but I’m enjoyable to do it. I took part in last tournament. I was very excited then. I couldn’t go to “Kyusyu Taikai”. My life of high school club finished then. I was suddenly sad. My friends and I thought we had to practice more. But it is thought always after the happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have memorable day which I should remember. If I have lost it, I can not have memory. It’s everyone too. I can’t forget it eternally. Thanks, you made me to recall important memory. (276)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-7571253906741699111?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7571253906741699111/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7571253906741699111' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7571253906741699111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7571253906741699111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/essay-5.html' title='essay 5'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5618516717494118257</id><published>2008-06-10T16:19:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:35:25.945+09:00</updated><title type='text'>card</title><content type='html'>My wallet is having a lot of cards, but it don't have money very much, so it is to become I don't have money. Anyway I just talk about cards. Playing cards. What do you like about it? I like &lt;em&gt;speed&lt;/em&gt;. I am not beaten very much of doing it. I don't like &lt;em&gt;Babanuki&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Sinkeisuijyaku. &lt;/em&gt;I don't want to remember the cards. It is long time. I can't stand it. (71)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5618516717494118257?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5618516717494118257/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5618516717494118257' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5618516717494118257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5618516717494118257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/card.html' title='card'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-7474854755764712002</id><published>2008-06-10T15:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:51:16.872+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><title type='text'>like</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9hc10yad7c&amp;hl=ja"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9hc10yad7c&amp;hl=ja" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&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/5980406993767220522-7474854755764712002?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7474854755764712002/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=7474854755764712002' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7474854755764712002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/7474854755764712002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/like.html' title='like'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-6632143253652094614</id><published>2008-06-10T15:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:36:20.178+09:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch</title><content type='html'>I had lunch a short time ago. It was curry. I like the curry. I like the hot food. I like to eat that a fried pork cutlet is top on it. We call &lt;em&gt;KatuCurry&lt;/em&gt; it. I just like to eat food. I think you too, aren't you. (48)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-6632143253652094614?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6632143253652094614/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=6632143253652094614' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6632143253652094614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/6632143253652094614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/lunch.html' title='lunch'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-1409842847722935021</id><published>2008-06-05T14:03:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:09:15.865+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 1-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SGSz7RlxfFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8QSOh-ZjDkk/s1600-h/20080627174000-703577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216492099317365842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SGSz7RlxfFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8QSOh-ZjDkk/s200/20080627174000-703577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Macdonalds&lt;br /&gt;Macdonald's is a family. The dad said to children that the house is too small for them. And he has twins. They share a bedroom, but they cannot share it forever, so he decided to build new house. The twins quarrel between themselves which taken new bedroom. Their younger brother had bursted into tears. His mam wiped his face. In fact, they keep a hamster which name is Jumbo. One night, strange noises sound at their still old bed room. They woke up and heard the sounds by cage of Jumbo. When they peered into the cage, then it don't move. Had it died. The dad examined it , and he began to chuckle. Actually, Jumbo is female hamster. It was having babies. Four tiny baby hamsters were born. It is fantastic for children. The family make new cage for them too. Jumbo's house become new one too. (150)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-1409842847722935021?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1409842847722935021/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=1409842847722935021' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1409842847722935021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/1409842847722935021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-review-1-8.html' title='Book review 1-8'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SGSz7RlxfFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8QSOh-ZjDkk/s72-c/20080627174000-703577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980406993767220522.post-2050620752360880337</id><published>2008-06-04T17:00:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:53:41.363+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><title type='text'>Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;hl=ja"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;hl=ja" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&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/5980406993767220522-2050620752360880337?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2050620752360880337/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2050620752360880337' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2050620752360880337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2050620752360880337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance.html' title='Dance!'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-5434494576220375808</id><published>2008-06-04T16:11:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:09:16.215+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Book review 1-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SEZAQv2JGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/RnnVOB8mXeQ/s1600-h/0198452888_01__SX50_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207920675566197522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="127" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SEZAQv2JGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/RnnVOB8mXeQ/s200/0198452888_01__SX50_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="89" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's also magic key's story. Boy and girl were blowing bubbles. Suddenly the magic key began to glow. I know the similar story. Anyway, the magic took them to a flat rocky place. There were just high mountains. There were no trees. There is nothing, but suddenly they heard the sound of an aeroplane. There was a plane which was flting. The plane tried to touch down, but one of the wheels hit a boulder. It spun round and stopped. The pilot wasn't hurt, but the plane has broken. The pilot is Princess Aisha. The children knew her at another story. Her sister has been kidnapped. Aisha has come to rescue her.&lt;br /&gt;They came to a fort high up on cliff. Aisha's sister is there. They saw she wave from a window. Aisha throw a rope up to her sister. She managed to grab the rope. They could rescue Aisha's sister. The children are very brave. Children are curious, so they want to do an adventure. (166)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-5434494576220375808?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5434494576220375808/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=5434494576220375808' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5434494576220375808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/5434494576220375808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-review-1-7.html' title='Book review 1-7'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SEZAQv2JGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/RnnVOB8mXeQ/s72-c/0198452888_01__SX50_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980406993767220522.post-2692278648700284277</id><published>2008-06-03T15:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:53:59.474+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><title type='text'>FOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3sGTaQ9s9c&amp;hl=ja"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3sGTaQ9s9c&amp;hl=ja" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5980406993767220522-2692278648700284277?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2692278648700284277/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=2692278648700284277' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2692278648700284277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/2692278648700284277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/fob.html' title='FOB'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-8312309249505347053</id><published>2008-06-02T16:50:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:39:30.494+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Height</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm 175 centimeters tall. I want to be 180 centimeters tall. I weigh 61 kilograms. I'm a slender man. Maybe... I don't play sports lately. I may grou stout. I don't want to be a fat man! (37)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980406993767220522-8312309249505347053?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8312309249505347053/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=8312309249505347053' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8312309249505347053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/8312309249505347053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/height.html' title='Height'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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-5980406993767220522.post-4992535898882330250</id><published>2008-06-02T16:28:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:09:16.362+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SEOlLF801AI/AAAAAAAAACo/n0oF89iRmIs/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207187204164867074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SEOlLF801AI/AAAAAAAAACo/n0oF89iRmIs/s200/Water+lilies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently, it's continued rain. I don't like the rain. I don't want to get wet. But trees don't grow up, if it's not rain. A rice plant, flour, flower too, so raining is very important. Almost people don't like rain, but it is important. What you call, "I cannot help living without raining." By the way, I don't have an umbrella. I want to it, please give me it whoever.&lt;/strong&gt; (70)&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/5980406993767220522-4992535898882330250?l=comet-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4992535898882330250/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980406993767220522&amp;postID=4992535898882330250' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4992535898882330250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980406993767220522/posts/default/4992535898882330250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comet-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>comet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142220332670064539</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/_vDt3BiFTZcU/SEOlLF801AI/AAAAAAAAACo/n0oF89iRmIs/s72-c/Water+lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
