<?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-12184312</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:47:37.444+09:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILINGF@NG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-113826321477861177</id><published>2006-01-26T16:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:13:34.803+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The year was over.  We had a nice party in our last class.  Yummy sweets, vote game, taking picture....  That was really happy time.  I didn't want to say good bye with Adam and Scott, because I like their classes and I like them.   I don't know what will happen in next new year.   We met our new teacher, Peter and Jeff, on tuesday.  Their face was serious and what they said was more serious.  I thought they must be the teachers as excellent as Adam and Scott.  But I don't have confidence in my English skill.  I worries that I can't keep up with my classmates:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, most people vote me that I'm likely to lose my cell phone in the spring vacation.  I have never lost my phone!!  I'll study for the TOEFL and read some books.  I'll be another Nozomi:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a good spring vacation★&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113826321477861177?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113826321477861177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113826321477861177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113826321477861177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113826321477861177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-113792673514169947</id><published>2006-01-22T18:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:45:35.490+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Occurrences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last year, I introduced some bad happening  of my daily life.  Now I want to tell you some incidents both happy and unhappy which happend recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;①&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, I bought "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i pod nano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" in the very last day of 2005!!!  Yeahhhhhh!!! Yatta----!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to my &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;weak-minded nature&lt;/span&gt;, I hesitated to buy it for a long time.  Now I am very happy:-)  Although I hesitated to buy my i pod, I strongly recomended to Shun to buy i pod, because he brought many MD to school everyday.  And he bought!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;②&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;had lost&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;battery cover of my cell phone&lt;/span&gt;, so it is almost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Poor Lingfang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I like my cell phone very much, because of it's great function of camera.  I have used  this cell phone for about two years, so I have special feeling to it.  Yuri often says to me that I should buy a new one immediately.  I'll buy one in the spring vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;③&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I am worrying about my examination of ECONOMY class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should have listened the classes carefully...  Someone &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;please help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113792673514169947?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113792673514169947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113792673514169947' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113792673514169947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113792673514169947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2006/01/recent-occurrences.html' title='Recent Occurrences'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-113627857167982336</id><published>2005-12-30T17:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:21:47.293+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Happy♪♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/Lingfang%20071.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/320/Lingfang%20071.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/Lingfang%20068.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/320/Lingfang%20068.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THANK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;CEREBRATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113627857167982336?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113627857167982336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113627857167982336' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113627857167982336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113627857167982336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-happy.html' title='I&apos;m So Happy♪♪'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-113436690857692057</id><published>2005-12-12T14:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:55:08.590+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Cnversation Style Between Japanese Men And Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Generally speaking, Japanese people express that they are listening someone’s speech by nodding their head frequently.  But nodding makes different meaning in the conversation of men and women.&lt;br /&gt;              Women look for sympathy through the conversation by listener’s nod.  In contrast, according to Deborah Tannen, Men use conflict to gain status because they have strong will and pride, so they like to participate in the conversation rather than only nodding (listening) to what others talk.  In the conversation among women, all of them nod to show their understanding and that they feel same to the speaker.  Even if you are not sure what the woman says, you have to pretend as if you get the idea and listen to her to the end.  Women do this to maintain their good relationship, and this is either a way to show that they are friends.  On the other hand, men nod less and their conversations often heated like debates, in order to give their view. They seldom change their opinion once they have said.  Men, who only nod and do not speak in the dialogue, will be presumed that they are incompetent person by others.  And if you pretend you know and say something at random, men will easily pierce the nonsense and regard you as poor men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113436690857692057?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113436690857692057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113436690857692057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113436690857692057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113436690857692057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/12/different-cnversation-style-between.html' title='Different Cnversation Style Between Japanese Men And Women'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-113429470515721942</id><published>2005-12-11T17:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:09:36.623+09:00</updated><title type='text'>30 DAYS: STRAIGHT/ GAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What will happen when a straight man live with a gay man for 30 days? Before I see "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;," I thought that the straight man will soon be friends with the gay man, although at first the straight man may hate the gay. But in the TV show, it didn't go that way. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;, 24 years old &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;straight man&lt;/span&gt;, have to live with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a gay man&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt;, for 30 days as roommates. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ryan is a enthusiastic Christian who thinks homosexuality is a sin against God&lt;/span&gt; and has a stereotype about homosexuality. He can not adapt himself to the gay town. Near the last of the project, he begins changing his mind toward the prejudice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It is a hard thing for gay person to come out.  I asked my friends(all are girls) "what do you think if  your friend comes out and confess that she loves you?"  They were all puzzeld for answer.  And some of them said that they were not willing to be friends any more with that person, others said that they wanted to continue friendship but they didn't know how to behave after they refuse their gay friends profession of love.  I think this reaction make gay difficult to come out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I have never met any person who are a homosexual or lesbian. But I don't have any prejudce toward them. There are not difference between straight person and gay. We tend to love the opposite gender, and they tend to love the same gender. They like sports, they manage their work well, and they have pride.  If I have to tell the difference, it will be that babys will be born between men and women but can not be born between two same gender person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113429470515721942?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113429470515721942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113429470515721942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113429470515721942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113429470515721942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/12/30-days-straight-gay.html' title='30 DAYS: STRAIGHT/ GAY'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-113401499507220192</id><published>2005-12-08T12:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:26:44.613+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sleepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can not wake up at the time that I decided to get up, because I am sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The moderate sway of the bus makes a confortable condition to sleep, because I am sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the class, the words that teacher says sound like hypnotic suggestion, because I am sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I am doing my homeworks, I am sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The time I am active is when I am eating food and before go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I feel extermly sleepy. I don't know why. Maybe I was tired, maybe my body want more energy to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;When do you feel you are sleepy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113401499507220192?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113401499507220192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113401499507220192' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113401499507220192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113401499507220192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-sleepy.html' title='I am sleepy...'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-113249473129088456</id><published>2005-11-20T21:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:54:30.326+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Size Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;60% of popuration is over weight in America ------ this is the serious problem and also a fact. The reason they became over weight is they eat fast food (McDonald) three to fore times per week. What attract people and make them became McDonald addict?? For the children, the cute toys and play ground are the beggest factors. For adults, fast food is very convinient. They can have delicious, a large quantity meal by paying reasonable price. However, not until people notice their ill condition, do they stop overeating.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;According to doctor and specialist of nutrition, we must not eat fast food because not only it doesn't contain enought nutrition that maintain our healthy body, but also have additive that cause bad effect to our health. Those additive make you want to eat fast food more just like drugs. The more people eat, the more they get fat. The conditions that fat body bring to you are diabetes, hard to breath and short your life time. Morgan, the man try to eat 30 days McDonald in the movie, had a excellently heathy body. But after 30 days, his health get worse completely. His physique, weight, blood suger level are totaly changed. Morgan's courageous project proved that nothing is good for eating fast food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Two obese girls sued a fast food campany. Do you think who's responsibility?? I think it is people's responsibility. Indeed, super size is ridiculous, but people have right to have either super size &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;or normal size. Why they didn't choose normal size? They should have controled their apatite. Another reason which show that campany inform the pamphlets of nutrition of food, although it isn't put at the place where we can find them easily. We have enought imformatin that to suppose it is unhealthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;After I saw this movie, my view of fast food was changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113249473129088456?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113249473129088456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113249473129088456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113249473129088456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113249473129088456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/11/super-size-me.html' title='Super Size Me'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-113220377522310510</id><published>2005-11-17T13:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:43:59.683+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Connotation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many different way to say &lt;strong&gt;mother&lt;/strong&gt; in Japanese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The nutral word is "Okasan." Almost all Japanese use "Okasan" to call their mother in private.  For examle, when you at home and find your gloves and you ask your mother "Mother, did you see my gloves? I can't find it."  Sometimes I hear that little children call their mother "Mama" or some men call "Ohukuro."  In general these words are as nutral as "Okasan," but in some  cases they are little positive because people use them with affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Haha",  "Hahaoya" or "Okasama" are the positive ones mean mother.  They are used in more public situation such as in the newspaper, in the speech.  In other words, "Haha" is a respectful form of "mother". It shows honor not only to mother but also to the person you talk to.  When you ask your teacher how old his/her mother is, you have to use "Hahaoya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113220377522310510?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113220377522310510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113220377522310510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113220377522310510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113220377522310510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/11/connotation.html' title='Connotation'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-113206066899290504</id><published>2005-11-16T10:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:17:32.820+09:00</updated><title type='text'>POOR LINGFANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Recently, I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;unlucky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;absent-minded&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sliced my nail with radish&lt;/span&gt;... That was the most unlucky things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;: Mina and I took an elevater at school in the morning. Although I pushed the "3" button, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the elevater didn't stop at the 3rd floor&lt;/span&gt;. It was strange. I pushed!! It was true that I pushed the button!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My cell phone almost destroyed.&lt;/span&gt; When I was typing mail, it's power automatically turned off. Even when I don't touch my phone, it turned off. I think I have to buy a new one. What was worse, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I strurk my head twice against the big side mirror of the &lt;em&gt;Keihan&lt;/em&gt; Bus&lt;/span&gt;, due to my abstracted. So &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;... Do I have the luck of the devil??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope today is a nicer day than yesterday:-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113206066899290504?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113206066899290504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113206066899290504' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113206066899290504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113206066899290504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/11/poor-lingfang.html' title='POOR LINGFANG'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-113205964655233603</id><published>2005-11-15T21:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:00:46.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidents Happened at Part Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was lunch time... Suddenly the restaurant's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;water supply was cut off&lt;/span&gt;. Either owner or me didn't know why, because we didn't receive any information about the suspension. At that time, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I needed cold water to serve my customers&lt;/span&gt;, but there was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no water&lt;/span&gt;!! I was paniced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Oh my god! What should I do? The cutomers are waiting for their water. Water... Water..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought a while and remembered that boiling water were left in the espresso machine. So I poured it into a big pot and put a lot of ice into the same pot to make cold water.  I managed to solve the problem. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I thought I had a really nice idea.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahaha---(@~@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In the evening, I helped owner slitting radish by slicer in the kitchen. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"$6+*@!!"&lt;/span&gt; Do you know what happened? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I sliced my nail(;-;)&lt;/span&gt; and blood poured out. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It was soooooo pain!!&lt;/span&gt; Still now, two days after I was hurted, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is pain&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113205964655233603?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113205964655233603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113205964655233603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113205964655233603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113205964655233603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/11/accidents-happened-at-part-time.html' title='Accidents Happened at Part Time'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-113195795539854148</id><published>2005-11-14T17:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:45:57.046+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HW What Is Intelligence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#2 Why is society interested is your intelligence and schooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Because society needs a standard in order to know who has ability for the society.  Inelligence is a criterion of judge people, and schooling is to increase one's intelligence.  Of course intelligence is not only one characteristc and we can't affirm that person who have an excellent academic record at school is absolutely intelligente, but it can be one of his/her strong points.  People have equall chance to get an education, so society tends to measure people's intelligence mainly by measuring their academic score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#4 How has your education affected your intelligence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I had studied at Chinese elementary school for 4 years.  I learned the importance of competition there.  Competition is a proper way to work up one's motivation and improve intelligence.  For example, Icouldn't understand any Chinese words in the begining.  One day, I was sad because my test score was only 3 points but the girl sat nest to me got 90 points.  I was so envious of her that I began to study hard on Chinese.  After a year, my language skill gradually became better and I caught up with the girl.  So, what I learned in Chinese school, to compete with friends, affected my intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#7 Why do some people of semmingly average intelligence achieve extraordinary success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Recently I saw a TV program about principals who live in &lt;em&gt;Roppongi hills&lt;/em&gt;. People who live there are considered very successful, because rent of &lt;em&gt;Roppongi hills&lt;/em&gt; is too expencive.  Only the mores can rent.  I had thought that those principals graduated from first-class univerciy, but in fact, some of them were not.  One principal created his own campany when he was 16 years old, and never went to univercity.  He said that he had failed his campany for many times, but he had never given up.  He tried and tried.  At last he successed in his business.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Making effort and fighting spirit lead people to an avenue to success.&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/12184312-113195795539854148?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113195795539854148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113195795539854148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113195795539854148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113195795539854148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/11/hw-what-is-intelligence.html' title='HW What Is Intelligence?'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-113171522483944098</id><published>2005-11-11T21:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:24:58.000+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MONSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;comic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;? I like them very much! I want to recomend you a series of comic books that released me from boring day and brought to an &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;exciting word&lt;/span&gt;. The name of books is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;MONSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins in Dusseldolf, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;West Germany&lt;/span&gt;, in 1986. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Kenzo Tenma&lt;/span&gt;, a genius Japanese &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;brain surgeon&lt;/span&gt;, works at a hospital. He is &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a doctor with a future&lt;/span&gt; and has the strong sense of equity. He thinks that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life is equal&lt;/span&gt;, but actually it wasn't equal in the hospital. One day, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a twin boy&lt;/span&gt; is carried into the operation room for the gun shot on his head, and after few minutes the mayor of the city is carried too. Tenma dicides oprate the boy first because he is carried earlier. The surgery succeed. However, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the boy disappears&lt;/span&gt; from the hospital few days after surfery. And strangely, some &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; whom Tenma dislikes &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are killed&lt;/span&gt; in the same day. Of course &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tenma is regarded as a murder suspect&lt;/span&gt;, but in fact he isn't. He leaves hte hospital and escape from the search by police to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;seek the true criminal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One night, he finds out that......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MONSTER&lt;/span&gt;," you will know what is the monster which inside human beings through the books. After I read them, one things came up with my mind. That was..."&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyone might be a monster&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113171522483944098?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113171522483944098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113171522483944098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113171522483944098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113171522483944098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/11/monster.html' title='MONSTER'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-113038924424866452</id><published>2005-10-30T20:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:45:41.616+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/Lingfang%20066.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/320/Lingfang%20066.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The day before yeterday, my friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;gave me a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;picture of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. The sky peeped through the clouds!! It is a shape of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is a story that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;if you get this picture and set it on your cell phone's screen, you may get boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;! Whether believe or not depends on you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe much, but for the cute shape and clear blue sky, I decided to set this on my sub-screen of my cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; :-D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe in the deeply part of my mind, I want some new encounter or some new movement in my life. I'm not sure, but maybe I want something interenting happen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-113038924424866452?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/113038924424866452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=113038924424866452' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113038924424866452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/113038924424866452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/10/legend.html' title='Legend......'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112947710955410035</id><published>2005-10-16T23:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:42:05.436+09:00</updated><title type='text'>50 FIRST DATES</title><content type='html'>It was happened in Hawai... Henry is an animal doctor in the aquarium and his hobby is island fling. One day, he meets a girl, Lucy, in a cafe and falls in love for the first sight. He calls up his courage speaks to her and they spends a nice time. Next day, they meet each other again, but Lucy doesn' remember him. What is worse, she dislikes him. To tell the truth, Lucy had a car accident last year, the day befor her fathers birthday, since then she lost short memory and cannot remember new information. It means that she spents same day every day! I can't believe it! I wonder why Lucy's father and brother didn't tell her truth every day morning, why they keep every thing same. It must be nervous. Henry meets Lucy every morning to get her atention by using many funny methods, although Lucy's father doesn't allow him to met his daughter. At length one day Lucy finds out the fact of her short term memory lose. After that day, Henry makes the video tape for Lucy to help her remember what she lost sofar and shows this every day. Lucy and Henry become love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the things go well. Henry thinks Lucy begins to remember him, but doctor sais that it was just what he want to believe. Lucy made her own diary to remember Henry, but she decided to burn them because she knows they have no future. However, although Lucy didn't momorize Henry in her brain, she loved him from the heart! She sees him in the dream every night and draws his picture. Finally, they get married. Every day is still fresh for Lucy but every day is different and a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most impressive scene is that Lucy shows her picture, all of which are Henry, to him. I could know that love can overcome whatever hardship. This story is hardly concider happening in real world, but I think love have power. Don't you think you make bold actions than usuall to the guy you were falling in love with? Don't you think you can do every thing if it is for your boyfriend or girlfriend? I think so. I waited for my boyfriend for an hour in the cold night. I angried that I was cold and waited for long time, but didn't feel boring. I was excited that I can meet him. Anyway, Love is a wonderful relationship in the world. This movie will be one of the best storis in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112947710955410035?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112947710955410035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112947710955410035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112947710955410035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112947710955410035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/10/50-first-dates.html' title='50 FIRST DATES'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-112800281253144393</id><published>2005-09-30T01:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:27:26.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to "30 Days"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;If there is enough money, everything can buy in our world. People live on minimum wage need too much time and energy to earn money to just support the living of theri family. They are paied about $7 per hour, it is low than how much I am paid in my part-time job. It may be all right for one persen to live, but when it comes to a family it may be a difficult thing. Bring a child up isn't easy for person who live on minimum wage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Medical bill is too expensive in America. If they have insurance, how much will they pay for? Is it still expensive? And why so expensive??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think I can live on minimum wage, if it is 30 days challenge. I can get cheap food at the evening(sometimes at night) when supermarket begins time sale. I'll save the money of food, electric power and water rate. Besides, medical bill is cheap in Japan, we only need to pay the 30% of bill because insurance covers the rest of bill. Anyway, I can stand the life of minimum wage, but it also will be hard days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I change my life with my father, what would it will be like? My father is an office woker and he earns money for living, supports family. Working everyday is not easy. Many documents have to read, attend meeting, prepare for new project, sometimes he has to go away on business for more than a week. And what he different from others is he made more effort to show his ability to boss because he isn't Jpanese. I can't imagin how hard it is. When a man has a family, he need to work, not only work for himself, but also for rear a family. He has double responsibillitys, one is to campany the other is to family. I have never heared my father said any complaint against the busy days. If I experience his life, my view of my father will change. Indeed, I respect him and want to be a person like him ,although I often quarrel with he on some insignificant things. I' ll more look up on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112800281253144393?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112800281253144393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112800281253144393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112800281253144393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112800281253144393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/09/reaction-to-30-days.html' title='Reaction to &quot;30 Days&quot;'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-112797065346057273</id><published>2005-09-29T13:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:10:53.926+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-verbal language...Count Number</title><content type='html'>In China, people count number by one hand.  The gestures of count one to five are easy and same with japanese gesture.  Pointing up index finger means "one", and you just add middle finger to mean "two".  (Don't stik fingers togather, separate them.)  Do "three" and "four" in the same way, stick up ring finger and pinky with the gesture of pprevious number.  Then without thumb, the other four fingers are stiking up.  So open your hand and separate all fingers means "five."  The gesture of "Six" to "ten" are interesting!  "Six", stick up index finger and pinky.  "Seven", use index finger and thumb make the form like "L" and lay down the"L".  "Eight", holding up thumb, index finger and middle finger, and gather these three fingers.  "Nine" is a esyest one, make the gesture which means "one", then bend it.  The last number "ten" use index finger and middle finger, just cross them.&lt;br /&gt;If you can count number by one hand, you are able to gesture doube figures by using your hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112797065346057273?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112797065346057273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112797065346057273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112797065346057273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112797065346057273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/09/non-verbal-languagecount-number.html' title='Non-verbal language...Count Number'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112728462390547570</id><published>2005-09-21T15:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:37:03.923+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reaction to Hurricane Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew only a little things about hurricane and never thought about that such a serious problems are happening in New Orleans before reading these news articles.  My image of America was that a large, rich, developed country, most people live in big houses.  But it was just an imagination.  In the CNN news, African-American in New Orleans were waiting for the rescue, some of them act like animal, wandering around street... Pictures of their sad face were strongly impressed me.  I don't think American didn't know the poverty of their country, but they might  ignore it as if they couldn't see it until now.  Thanks to this disaster, people have a great chance to face, to rethink about poverty, race and class problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112728462390547570?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112728462390547570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112728462390547570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112728462390547570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112728462390547570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-reaction-to-hurricane-katrina.html' title='My Reaction to Hurricane Katrina'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112623669211909496</id><published>2005-09-09T12:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:31:32.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>STRANGE INCIDENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/Lingfang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/320/Lingfang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yesterday night, a strange incident happened at the work place that I work part-time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my fellows went to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EXPO 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;few days ago, and she brought us some madeleines and cookies for souvenir. Owner opened a package of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;madeleine&lt;/span&gt;... and he found unusuall things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Look at the picture!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half of a madeleine??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; And it wasn't wrapped &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;8-()&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And...please see the upper right-hand pack of madeleine. What can you see? You must say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"eh??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, this pack contained &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a madeleine and the rest of the half one which was unwrapped&lt;/span&gt;, besides the pack was sealed off! What's more, another pack was opened a little...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; surpraised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What on earth was happened on these madeleines???&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/12184312-112623669211909496?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112623669211909496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112623669211909496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112623669211909496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112623669211909496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/09/strange-incident.html' title='STRANGE INCIDENT'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112272518031629891</id><published>2005-09-02T12:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:34:16.786+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK: What is Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do friends mean to your happiness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Friends are the most imrportant existence for me in the life. When I had some sad things and lost myself, people who cheered me were friends. When I had some good news, people who rejoiced at them with me and congratulated me were friends too. We talk about everything in our mind, even the thought are opposite ones, with which sometimes couse us aruge. After all, I think that having friends, who are happy to talk real intention to me, means happiness&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your vision of a satisfying job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A job which satisfies me depends on whether I feel happy or not when I do it. For example, an atmosphere of the workplace, some active and serious coworkers, bosses. Atmosphere is important, because it relate to the first impression of the job, and people tend to decide the job will fit them or not by this point. If the mood isn't a good one, I nither feel happy nor interesting. Working with active, serious coworkers and bosses influences our enthusiasm at job, and working becomes more happy thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else will it take to make you happy ten years from now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After ten years from now, I'm 28. It means I'm not young any more. (Oh, I don't want to think of it!) I think I'll be a mother and also a woman who work at a campany, so two things will make me happy. One thing willbe the happiness og the growth of my children. Raising a family need much energy and time, especially when children are in infancy. But to see their growth can heal mother's fatigue, and what's more, their cute smile make mother feel happy. Another thing will be the happiness from my job. If I can accomplish a work, it will heighten my motivation toward other work, and it's make me happy. One of my dreams is to make home and career go togather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112272518031629891?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112272518031629891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112272518031629891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112272518031629891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112272518031629891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/09/homework-what-is-happiness.html' title='HOMEWORK: What is Happiness'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12184312.post-112554571065247388</id><published>2005-08-31T20:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:35:11.400+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to Shanghai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/KIF_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/320/KIF_0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I went to Shanghai for a week. I back there after an interval of 5 years! The changes of city was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;; many many skyscrapers, broad roads, people from all over the world live in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As soon as I arrived at my house in Shanghai, I run to my grandparents' house to see them. Grandma was in blood more than I expected, but became thiner than 5 years ago. I bought some nourishing foods and fruits for her, and we took pictures for remembrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The rest of my days in Shanghai, I visited tourist attractions and went shopping in the town with my mother. Now I'll introduce a secret of shopping in China:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beat down the price!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can beat down the price of everything that are sold at the shop, even at some department store. (But except at supermarcet) I used this secret, beated down the price of a pire of earrings from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;65 yuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20 yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. (1000 yen → 300 yen) The cheepest price was only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10 yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;! (150 yen) If you have chance to go to China, please try it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112554571065247388?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112554571065247388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112554571065247388' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112554571065247388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112554571065247388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-went-to-shanghai.html' title='I went to Shanghai.'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112347930398288305</id><published>2005-08-08T14:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:35:03.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yodogawa firework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/Lingfang%200381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/400/Lingfang%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/Lingfang%200431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/400/Lingfang%200431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112347930398288305?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112347930398288305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112347930398288305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112347930398288305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112347930398288305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/08/yodogawa-firework.html' title='Yodogawa firework'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112177619322813951</id><published>2005-07-19T20:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:53:56.166+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan for Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/waitan51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/320/waitan51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have about &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; months of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;summer vacation&lt;/span&gt; from tomorrow. I' m very &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I am going to go to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shanghai, China&lt;/span&gt; in August. I have my grandparents and aelatives there, but I haven't seen them for five years, because I had to participate in club and had classed in cram school during whole summer. That was too busy! Unfortunateiy, my grandma became ill that is serious and hard to recover from few years ago. I was brought up by grandma before I came to Japan, she is ,so to speak, my another mother. When I heard the sad news, tears fell. She is over eighty! How long does she live? I prayed (&gt;m&lt;) every night, "Please, please let her shape up untill the day I can see her." I really really want to see her. At last I can meet her this summer!! I'm looking forward to seeing her:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Of course, I will reviw the class I had in first semester, and I want to study some new things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;H.A.G.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112177619322813951?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112177619322813951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112177619322813951' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112177619322813951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112177619322813951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/07/plan-for-summer.html' title='Plan for Summer'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112156961030214710</id><published>2005-07-17T12:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:06:50.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMBA OSAKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/1600/Lingfang%200122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7575/1019/320/Lingfang%200122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAMBA OSAKA&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is one of J.league soccer teams of Osaka and many famous players, who play in the varsity in Japan, are in this team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tsuneyasu Miyamoto&lt;/span&gt;, the captain of varsity team, is a player of Gamba Osaka. His position is DF. Although the role of DF isn't an outstanding one, it is an important role. If a team don't have defender and everyone want to make a gole, the game would be boring and confusing. In the play, Miyamoto makes sober judgment to instruct teammates, and by grace of he, japanese team was be able to go to German. He is one of my favorit player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Another famous player is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Masasi Oguro&lt;/span&gt;. You must know him, don't you? He made the most gole in J.league and perliminary game of worldcup. I went to the game of Gamba in April, then he made 3 goles! I was so exited!! What makes him different from other player is that he only think how to gole. Even in his daily life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you want to watch the game of Gamba? I recommend you to watch a live soccer game once in your life. It must be the most exiting one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112156961030214710?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112156961030214710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112156961030214710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112156961030214710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112156961030214710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/07/gamba-osaka_112156961030214710.html' title='GAMBA OSAKA'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112150676642078834</id><published>2005-07-16T18:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:33:11.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;difficult &lt;/span&gt;vocabulary test on first period and a French test on second period. After two terrible tests, my frends &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YURI&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; SHIZUKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and I went to KARAOKE for two hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yuri wanted me to sing "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BAKASURVIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", &lt;/em&gt;which is the song of Japanese group "&lt;em&gt;uruhuruzu"("wolves"?)&lt;/em&gt;. It is a funny song, which lyric contain &lt;em&gt;Osakaben&lt;/em&gt;. When I first time sang this song to Yuri and other few students in IESB in April, no one knew this song and they made fun with me. But I want to say that "&lt;em&gt;BAKASURVIVAL" &lt;/em&gt;is a good song!!! I fist heard it on the radio when I kenw that I failed my entrance examination of another university. This song &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;encouraged me&lt;/span&gt; to keep chalenging to take next entrance examination. My frends!(especially Yuri!) Please listen this song and be careful to hear they words. You will know the goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After I sang enthusiastically, we sang togather, Yuri and Shizu sang each favorit song and we imitated singer' voice. Yuri is very good at imitating &lt;em&gt;Hirahara Ayaka&lt;/em&gt;. I'm looking forward to hearing her sing it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112150676642078834?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112150676642078834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112150676642078834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112150676642078834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112150676642078834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-tests.html' title='After the Tests'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112097782492656414</id><published>2005-07-10T14:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:43:44.933+09:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER★BARGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I went to bargain with my friend &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.  We planed to meet at JR Osaka station at 12.  But I couldn't arrive there punctualy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, Yo.  Then a happening occurred!  I hurried to go to the convenienience store where we plan to meet, on the other hand Yo went to another place that near the shop we'll go.  It took about 20 minutes to see each other.  We were tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We arrived the store, there were full of young people.  At first we enjoyed shopping very much, but after we had a short break in the restaurant, the store became more and more crowded.  However,we continued shopping.  Do you know how long we were there?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 hours&lt;/span&gt;!!  Of course we were very itred and our feet couldn't walk fast, we were hungry&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;↓↓  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sentiment of yesterday is:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to go shopping any more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112097782492656414?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112097782492656414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112097782492656414' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112097782492656414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112097782492656414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/07/summerbargain.html' title='SUMMER★BARGAIN'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-112018201722220149</id><published>2005-07-01T10:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:38:22.386+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt; happend on wednesday.  I had calss in 3ed period that day, so I left home at 11:05 AM.  I looked at the sky, the cloud was black and at the low place. That means it is going to rain!!  I knew, so I brought a folding umbrella.  On the way to the station, it began to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;!  I took the umbrella from my bag, but suddenly, it rained hard.  My umbrella was distroyed by the strong wind and hard rain.  Unfortunately, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was caught in a big downpour&lt;/span&gt;, every thing was wet.  My hair, my clothes, my bag, my worksheet...  I backed home to take shower and change clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I arrived at school, it was 1:50 PM.  I have about 30 mimutes left of my class.  However, I was panic.  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I was mistaken about the class room&lt;/span&gt;, and I walked around the campas two round and didn' find the class room.  It sound like that I &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;went mad&lt;/span&gt;, but in that situation, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was really really serious&lt;/span&gt;.  In the end, my friend, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haruka&lt;/span&gt;, called me after class, and I knew all mistake I made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-112018201722220149?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/112018201722220149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=112018201722220149' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112018201722220149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/112018201722220149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-rain.html' title='I hate rain'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-111777674708668361</id><published>2005-06-03T14:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:32:27.090+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurb About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; it was a day before summer vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to school as usuall. In the way to school I suddenly  remmembered  that I forgot a bag that to bring my tool box back. I changed my direction and backed to home. There were a crosswalk without traffic light in front of my house. So I checked both sides of road, began to cross it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, awful thing happened!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;A car bumped me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How could I surrived? And what happened on me after the accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-111777674708668361?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111777674708668361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=111777674708668361' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111777674708668361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111777674708668361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/06/blurb-about-me.html' title='Blurb About Me'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-111771537310592906</id><published>2005-06-02T20:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:29:33.120+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Part Time Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I said to my friend that I wanted to find part time job as fast as I can since April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I still say it recently. I have to decide what to do in this two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never have had part time job so far. Working is a good experience for me. I will know that how hard earning money is. In the workplace, there are many people have different personality, different age. Some of them may not be comatible with me, some may dislike me. But in the society I must endure these things, work friendly with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are the standards when you find job? My standards are ①near my home(can commute by bick) ②atmosphere of workplace(whether employees look happy or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well :)　I check the townwork(magazine of help-wanted).See you tomorrow☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-111771537310592906?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111771537310592906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=111771537310592906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111771537310592906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111771537310592906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/06/find-part-time-job.html' title='Find Part Time Job'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-111686022279864037</id><published>2005-05-23T23:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:57:02.810+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a test in my french class tomorrow.  I reviewed grammar and conversation of greeting for few hours.  I really felt the difficulty learning language than befor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was three, I only could speak the dialect of Shanghai.  Having came to Japan, I learned Japanese naturally in nursery school.  In the 2 grade of elementary school, I backed to China and began to learn Chinese (which use as official language) and English.  As to Chinese, I learn it in daily life, so I mastered it only in three months.  But it is hard to learn English!  I have never been to countries where English is spoken, I have never use English all day, and I learn grammar at first, while I began in speech about other two language.  Learning language from the aspect of grammatical part will need a lot of effort to get it.  I will try my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-111686022279864037?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111686022279864037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=111686022279864037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111686022279864037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111686022279864037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/05/language.html' title='Language'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-111589877904031079</id><published>2005-05-12T19:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:52:59.050+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Lion King 2"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I watched the DVD &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Lion King 2:Sinba's Pride"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This DVD is a present from my grandmother. My grandmother in China, so of course this DVD is dubbed into Chinese. I had not seen movie in Chinese for a long time but I chalenged it and I could understood whole of the story. Now I'm glad to told the story for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This story is a continuance of &lt;em&gt;"The Lion King."&lt;/em&gt; Sim&lt;em&gt;ba&lt;/em&gt; and Nala have a baby cub, a girl named Kiara. Like her father before, Kiara seeks adventure the Pridelands(Simba's dominio). When she runs off to the oudlands, which Scar(dide in "The Lion King") have lived with revenge in their hearts, Kiara meets Kovu(Scar's son). But they are make their parents angry because they are enemys. Time was passed, Kiara and Kovu grew up. Kovu was brainwashed to destroy Simba. But after he met Kiara, they fallen in love, and Kovu realized that he didn't have agrudge ageinst Simba.Enentually their love find a way to bring the two feuding worlds togather as one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;This story moved me to tears. If  you have some emotional movies, please recommend them to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-111589877904031079?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111589877904031079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=111589877904031079' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111589877904031079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111589877904031079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/05/lion-king-2.html' title='&quot;The Lion King 2&quot;'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-111413407855168116</id><published>2005-04-22T10:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:21:48.336+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierced Earring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday,I had my ear's pierced.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After school,my friends Yuri , Ayumi, Yo and I exproled near Hirakata station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At Vivle I bought a piercre(the tool to pierce a hole).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so terrify that I had long time to dicide to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was very very sorry to my friends for waiting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sorry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had thought having ear's pierced was painful,but it wasn't pain than I thought accutuary.Now I'm looking foward to putting new earring on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;By the way,I had lunch with Yuri at food curte in Hirakata .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today I ate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKONOMIYAKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for the first time in my life!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have been in Japan for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;years,but I had never tried it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's taste like &lt;em&gt;takoyaki&lt;/em&gt;,and had a lot of cabbage in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was soooooo delisious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tommorow,we'll go to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MOS BAGGRE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&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/12184312-111413407855168116?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111413407855168116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=111413407855168116' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111413407855168116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111413407855168116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/04/pierced-earring.html' title='Pierced Earring'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-111357049540002586</id><published>2005-04-15T22:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:08:15.400+09:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcom to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:SMILINGF@NG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMILINGF@NG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How are you??Have a happy time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll explain my blog title &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:SMILINGF@N."&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SMILINGF@N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life is good,so I think to smile is good.We can be happy if we smile.I also like the sound of this word.And now you may notice that Lingfang is my name.I connect smile and Lingfang.That is the origin of my title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-111357049540002586?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111357049540002586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=111357049540002586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111357049540002586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184312/posts/default/111357049540002586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-experience.html' title='NEW EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>Lingfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000469429748229551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184312.post-111356981454319743</id><published>2005-04-15T21:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:59:04.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAVORIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favarite radio station is FM802.It's a music station.I can get a lot of information and hear many new songs before them are released.Some songs are sing by famous singer,some are not gamouse artist but those songs are very nice.It is said that if someone's songs are picked up by DJ and on air at the radio,the songs must be in hit chart!What kind of music do you like?For me every genre is ok.I think that good songs is not depend on who sing them or genre.I like songs which have nice lyric and beautiful melody.How about you?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184312-111356981454319743?l=smilingfang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingfang.blogspot.com/feeds/111356981454319743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184312&amp;postID=111356981454319743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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