<?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-6045084523572894023</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:33:44.073-05:00</updated><category term='homework'/><category term='travel'/><category term='books'/><category term='diary'/><title type='text'>26/100</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-5963102431951407591</id><published>2008-09-17T14:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:53:48.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Worked at Japanese Restaurant in USA among Koreans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SNFu8qaRdPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8Ly2_FoZjRs/s1600-h/2008Sep+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SNFu8qaRdPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8Ly2_FoZjRs/s200/2008Sep+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247097029319030002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been funny. I worked for Japanese Restaurant in my neighborhood for about five month. I still remember the first day I knocked on their door. I was so scared and nurvous dealing with first time  job serch situation. I asked...are you hiring? Answer, yes, welcome! Then my second job on weekends were started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, for me, it seemed to be my first job, especially these two month. I worked as a nanny on Monday thru Wednesday, as a waitress Thursday thru Sunday. I rest my body when I was with at my home with kids...it was just like my off day. Anyway, I worked really hard there and saved up to 5000. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I actually want to write is my experience there was little funny. I really like the restaurant now but first couple month working there was my nightmare. That was exactry culture shock. I need to mention two points before starting to talk about the restaurant. First, I was the only one Japanese worker there. Everyone else was Korean. Japanese people know that most Korean don't like Japanese. This is the second point. This caused my hard days facing my lil war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day working there, I was 'the first Japanese worked there'. My coworkers were curious about Japan, they asked me a lot about Japan, it was good thing, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I was shocked at my owner's chenge. He started asking just like the first day. But it was a political probrem between Japan and Korea. Then started telling his thoughts how Japan is bad....every single day. The most popular thing for him was Dokuto. Dokuto is the islands located between Japan and Korea, both country says those are their own territory. He ask me how do I think about thr islands tons of times. I've been said 'I don't care about such a small islands', 'How about we go there together and explore those?' 'Oh if you care so much, you should save money and buy them'. He kept telling me those are Korean. So why he needed to ask? It made me sad everyday. I thought that if he hates Japan so much, he should sell this restaurant and start a Korean restaurant, or why he can drive a Japanese car hating my country, why Korean people are so jerk and stupid...these bad thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that they saw me as 'a Japanese' but Miyuki' and I saw them as 'a group of Koreans', this thinking makes war. It was a really really the war. Small small war between Japan and Korea in US. Okay, so I tried to ignore them when they started that kind of talk, I joined only their fun talk. Also I started to learn Korean a little. Tried to smile, say thank you and please. To be good as 'a person'. I chenged my name tag 'Miyuki' which used to say 'jessica'.&lt;br /&gt;I am Miyuki, yes, I am a Japanese, but not the Japanese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my hard life there changed little by little. They still talk about bad things about Japan which I hate. But I Think I am Miyuki for them now. And they are not Korean any more. They are my friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going there to say good bye and thank them. They said They will make sushi for me. That is not a Japanese sushi, they are Japanese, Korean, and American.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-5963102431951407591?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/5963102431951407591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=5963102431951407591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5963102431951407591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5963102431951407591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/09/worked-at-japanese-restaurant-in-usa.html' title='Worked at Japanese Restaurant in USA among Koreans'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SNFu8qaRdPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8Ly2_FoZjRs/s72-c/2008Sep+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-6928697483281712851</id><published>2008-08-26T12:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:05:32.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>You smiled at me, I know you did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you don't know how much it helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I spend all day being the brave face for everyone I love, and at the end of each day I go home wondering if I will ever learn to swallow my pride and ask for a little comfort of my own. I was tired of being strong, and I was worried that I was empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it seems that when you're at your lowest, the world will find you and remind you that there is still a little bit of good, and that you are not forgotten. Sometimes, all that means is a little smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart is full. For that, thank you. Thank you to everyone who found a way to give someone a smile, today, and thank you to everyone who will find a way tomorrow. But especially thank you to the woman who smiled at me. I needed nothing more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....this is my bad habit going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NYC's&lt;/span&gt; Craig's list and pick the posts, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Especially 'missing connection' is all my interest.   This page is the chaos. Millions of junks are floating on this site. I'm neither live in the city nor looking for someone missing, but I really like to peek the site. Sometimes I run into the posts that fill my mind with happiness. Many in the city want something special in the busy city. They take subways and buses and see tons of people everyday. They don't need a big thing. They are looking for really really small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt; in their routine life. When they find a tiny special thing, they drop it on the Craig's list. I love to see these pieces of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; happiness! They are so lovely and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;. At the same time, I envy those people in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is today's favorite. He was helped by someone who smile on him. He made me happy by posting this article. I decided to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....So I can't stop this bad habit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-6928697483281712851?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/6928697483281712851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=6928697483281712851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/6928697483281712851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/6928697483281712851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-smiled-at-me-i-know-you-did.html' title='You smiled at me, I know you did.'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-2156271240059459170</id><published>2008-08-24T23:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:13:05.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>New Bartender!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SLR5w6VB3_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/UK_19uNbs9U/s1600-h/2008Aug+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SLR5w6VB3_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/UK_19uNbs9U/s400/2008Aug+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238946147736870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a vacation last week and went to the Bartender school in Midtown.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I'm a city girl that wek. I stayed at my friend's house in Yonkers, took the packed subways every morning, got out from the underground at 42nd st/Bryant Park, Bought bagel and coffee for $1.50, have breakfast and study at the Bryant Park then went to the school. My friend and I went to the lottery for the musical 'In The Heights' (Unfortunately we couldn't get the tickets), hang out and then went home. Isn't that sounds fun? I really miss that life in nowhere in Upstate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school was sooo much fun! It was rather hanging out with my friens than studying. Teachers were/are awesome, they are fun and kind. We were required to make 20 drinks in 6 minutes for graduate. I was little worried because my English is not so good, had no knowledge of alcohol, and my height is way short against the bar counter! Also we have only a week to learn everything!! I thought NO WAY!  But I suddenly remembered that I like studying! I really love to organize then memorize the information. I forgot that for years. I studied in the subway to and from school. Also at the Bryant Park, my favorite place. Which was so fun! And I made it! I got a perfect score on the paper exam and made 20 drinks under 6 minutes! I proud of myself! And the same time, I'd love to say thank to teacher Dan and Max!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SLR_bdKHrrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jr_-XgXYRqo/s1600-h/2008Aug+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SLR_bdKHrrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jr_-XgXYRqo/s200/2008Aug+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238952376198999730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SLR_22DyR_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/vWN6rNtFbdY/s1600-h/2008Aug+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SLR_22DyR_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/vWN6rNtFbdY/s200/2008Aug+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238952846739785714" 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/6045084523572894023-2156271240059459170?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/2156271240059459170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=2156271240059459170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2156271240059459170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2156271240059459170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-bartender.html' title='New Bartender!'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SLR5w6VB3_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/UK_19uNbs9U/s72-c/2008Aug+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-3732750553056093040</id><published>2008-08-15T10:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:44:02.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>My English Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" alt="iKnow!" title="iKnow!" href="http://vclick.ameba.jp/click?vci=4210" style="border-style: none; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; padding: 28px 2px 0pt; background: transparent url(http://content.ameba.jp/iknow/jpg/background_embed_vertical_300px_static.gif) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 300px; height: 480px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.ameba.jp/iknow/jpg/3_6.jpg" style="border-style: none; margin: 10px 0pt 6px; text-decoration: none;" /&gt;&lt;p style="padding: 0pt 8px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; height: 157px; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-family: Osaka; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;miyukiさんは、実家に帰省することを「実家に来日する」と言われるほどの　英語力です&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says "Miyuki's English level, She would be said 'She visits Japan' when she returns home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm......hard to translate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" alt="iKnow!" title="iKnow!" href="http://vclick.ameba.jp/click?vci=4210" style="border-style: none; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-3732750553056093040?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/3732750553056093040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=3732750553056093040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3732750553056093040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3732750553056093040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/08/mewkie.html' title='My English Level'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-1558859328458708435</id><published>2008-06-04T06:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:23:55.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SKWffkWxuFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BO8TaxVqRig/s1600-h/2008may+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SKWffkWxuFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BO8TaxVqRig/s200/2008may+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234765506572040274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many musicians sang about this? I am dealing with insomnia right now.....even though only tonight. It's getting bright outside and birds started singing. Morning...clock tells me that 6:48 am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first vigil in the US. Am I so stressed out? I don't think so. But I couldn't stop thinking a bunch of things and it was already 4:54 am when I realized the dawn. I was surprised, so I grabbed my camera and took picture of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what am I thinking is about various thigs. I don't want to think about them anymore by now, but I don't want to forget them, I article them;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reserve the hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to make jewelry (make samples tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fold origami&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell D about garage sale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask D about summer time schedule&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Divide things I need from I don't need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might be able to sell my Japanese thigs to someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have enough money!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send email to my Japanese friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a charger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the restaurant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;....OK, I won't forget......&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo! It's 7:04 now! I've gotta start my job at 7:30!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-1558859328458708435?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/1558859328458708435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=1558859328458708435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/1558859328458708435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/1558859328458708435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/06/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SKWffkWxuFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BO8TaxVqRig/s72-c/2008may+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-5440541037868562522</id><published>2008-04-10T22:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:51:49.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Hello from New York (State)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R_7R2UdnZsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MTsBJUO4uU8/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R_7R2UdnZsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MTsBJUO4uU8/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187814551913457346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I moved to Chester in New York  State  on  March 22nd. I live with my new host family and take care of two children.&lt;br /&gt;Chester, the town I am in now is very small town and there is nothing to do around here.....what is goin' on? Here is New York (State)!! I can see cows, I can see field goes to sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I live in New York now. I can get the city in about  an hour. That's not bad! The city is craszy which I love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-5440541037868562522?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/5440541037868562522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=5440541037868562522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5440541037868562522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5440541037868562522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-from-new-york-state.html' title='Hello from New York (State)'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R_7R2UdnZsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MTsBJUO4uU8/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-5961905351461477413</id><published>2008-03-13T21:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:21:38.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Last Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R9nfkFknykI/AAAAAAAAAHc/llTL2GQphiE/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R9nfkFknykI/AAAAAAAAAHc/llTL2GQphiE/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177415057703160386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's class was the last ESL class for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am moving to New York (State....not the city) next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I will stay there for half a year and go back to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;But I will come back to Minnesota to hunt bear and see you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you and will miss you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I gained vocab and conversation skill a lot....maybe grammar too.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will speak 'city' English when I see you next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I could have very good time with you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can see you again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck your life in the U.S. and your English!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-5961905351461477413?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/5961905351461477413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=5961905351461477413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5961905351461477413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5961905351461477413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-class.html' title='Last Class'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R9nfkFknykI/AAAAAAAAAHc/llTL2GQphiE/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-8320056657806280504</id><published>2008-01-31T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:19:33.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>Daylight Impact</title><content type='html'>It was January 17th and a perfectly normal Thursday. It was pretty cold but the sun came out. I send my host boy to the busstop and went to story time at Highland park library with my host girl. We had good fried rice from Taste of Thailand which was left-over from my birthday party the night before. See, it was a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the girl's nap time, we decided to go to a library to pick up books and play at the children's area. Usually we choose Highland park one, but we already went there that day. Also that day was the last day for my ESL teacher Lisa to come to the Rondo library. I remembered that Lisa told me that she had never seen my host kids and wanted to meet them. So I asked the kids how about going to my school and they loved to go. We drove to Rondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked 'Can we say hi to my teacher?' to kids. They said 'No! I want to go to the kid's section right away!' 'Okay Okay (well, I can bring them even if they don't want to)' the conversation went so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we arrived at the liberary and put the books into the box, headed to teacher's room (kids were asking where we were going and I said nothing) to say hi to Lisa and other teachers. We got to the room and Lisa was there. The kids were a little shy at first but I don't know why they got so excited that we stayed and talked maybe about 30 minutes. I was supposed to just say hi but the kids were just excited and wouldn't go, we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lisa got bored with my kids, I managed kids to say bye to her and headed to children's area. Then, we ran into my class mate Korse, we said hi to eachother and were having a small chat. Right when we were saying bye to each other, something boomed out and everyone in the library stopped motions. I didn't think it was a big thing, and I headed to the children's area with the host kids. The closer we went to the area, I noticed the more people went to the same dirction where we were heading and talking about something bad. But I still didn't get what had happened. When we got to the area, I realized at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of people surrounded the childrens area. They were looking at something. I am so short that I couldn't see what was something. But we managed to squeeze our bodies and got to the front line. I lost my voice. So did my host kids. It was a car crash. The car crashed into the window on the children's area. Fragments of broken glass covered all of the children's area. A familiar peaceful sight changed into'accident scene'. The headlight on the car was sticking in the children's area. The driver was already carried out to somewhere. There was only a broken car and broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were talking, wondering what had happened and how this crash was crazy. Nobody knew what had happened because nobody was around there when the crash occured. Nobody got hurt. No children were there in children's area. But we were supposed to be there. If there wasn't Lisa in the teacher room, If my host kids were shy enough to leave Lisa little earlier, if I didn't see Korse...I could't stop thinking for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed place to Highland park library and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see Lisa that day (suppose to be a party for Lisa) which is sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-8320056657806280504?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/8320056657806280504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=8320056657806280504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/8320056657806280504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/8320056657806280504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/01/daylight-impact.html' title='Daylight Impact'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-4479414392227549835</id><published>2008-01-31T15:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:14:09.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Kinda Funny Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FY0D2QM1L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FY0D2QM1L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did it! I did it! I did it!&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading 'English book' at last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-4479414392227549835?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/4479414392227549835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=4479414392227549835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/4479414392227549835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/4479414392227549835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/01/kinda-funny-story.html' title='Kinda Funny Story?'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-7470070752321015641</id><published>2008-01-31T15:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:55:22.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>How I Decided to Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SKWms2TtjcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tmi8jR8qTRA/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SKWms2TtjcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tmi8jR8qTRA/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234773431310716354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I finished 'Firearm Safety' class, and after passing the exam this Sunday, I can get a hunting license. I started this class this month. Every time I told my friends that I'm taking a firearm safety class, everyone asked me that why I'm willing to hunt, because I am a almost vegetarian and I am studying animals. Also because I love living animals. Yes, I love animals, I 'm studying about animals, and I don't eat meat most of time. But I found out that hunting is a sport. Also not only hunting but every outdoor activities are parts of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, when I started this class, I felt something uncomfortable in my stomach. I harbored reservation about 'gun' in the United States. Of course I was a anti-gun-society.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I can tell I don't like how the american people think of firearms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“What it means to be my own referee?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I heard about the word “own referee” in this class, I felt familiar feeling to hunting as a sport. I started playing curling five years ago. The first thing my coach told me was “own referee”. He told me that we need to judge own behavior when I play any sports and that curling is a one of sports need more “own referee” than other sports. We don’t have referee most games except the big competition like national championship or Olympic games. And it is difficult for opponent team to find misplay. As I play curling for three years, I made some misplay. Most time nobody except me knows my misplays. But I knew. If I didn’t tell, nobody would know and we could continue a game with advantageous situation. But same time my conscience reminded me the coach told me that “curling is a sport of ladies and gentlemen. You have to play with pride. You always choose right way. You cannot do things you will be ashamed of later.” In fact, I broke the rule in early stage of the game and I didn’t tell anyone. My team could take advantage. But after that, my shot was wimble because I was nervous from hiding misplay. I made a lot of miss shots and my team lost that game. I was in bad feeling for a while. I’m sure if I told my misplay to the judge, I won’t feel that feeling and I could make good shots. I think I can say same thing about hunting. ‘Nobody’s watching’ is wrong. I’m watching what I do now. I would like to do the things I can proud myself but damage my own reputation when I hunt. I regard this is the spirit “to be my own referee”. I am not from a country which familiar with firearms or hunting. I was scared of firearms and hunting first time I saw them. Now I think hunting is a one of prestigious sports and I think I can enjoy this sport with pride.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-7470070752321015641?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/7470070752321015641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=7470070752321015641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/7470070752321015641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/7470070752321015641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-i-decided-to-hunt.html' title='How I Decided to Hunt'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/SKWms2TtjcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Tmi8jR8qTRA/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-36359550087071644</id><published>2008-01-09T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:27:06.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>New Year in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4VneZjKumI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wGqOCWETLNs/s1600-h/DSCF0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153639120547527266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4VneZjKumI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wGqOCWETLNs/s200/DSCF0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fortunately, I could spent new year night in New York city! Who in the world doesn't know the countdown event at times square? world's most famous new year's event! I went there just to look how many people gathering the place around 2pm. It was mistake. It was messed up there, I couldn't find end of crowd. Everyone around me was trying to move somewhere, so I pushed away like a stone in big stream. Everybody had their&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4a-XpjKurI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mvSYEhtcw_A/s1600-h/DSCF0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154016137071737522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4a-XpjKurI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mvSYEhtcw_A/s200/DSCF0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; destinations but nobody knows how to get there. Lots of police (wo)men surrounded us to tell directions and make barｒicade. I've never seen such a bunch of cops with guns, I was scared little. But somehow their face looked pleasant. Maybe They were excited to join the biggest event in whole year. It was lucky that my friend and I didn't lost from each other. After satisfied looking up the building the new year ball come down and takin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4a-X5jKusI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3fGglDxqPyk/s1600-h/DSCF0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154016141366704834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4a-X5jKusI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3fGglDxqPyk/s200/DSCF0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g pictures to proof I was there on new year's eve, we found burger king for the restroom and went to downtown to join different countdown event. Seeing polices occupying many seats at burger king was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4a6NpjKuqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/j2WCgZ70Ykk/s1600-h/DSCF0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154011567226534562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4a6NpjKuqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/j2WCgZ70Ykk/s200/DSCF0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where we went to count down is the restaurant-bar called 'Rodeo Bar'. Firsttime coming into the bar, we couldn't have a table so we had to wait standing for 30 minutes. After three bottles of beer we could have laptop-sized table for three perple. They have a space for bands to play. Several rockabilly bands played that night. I saw the balloons covered all ceiling on the bar to celebrate coming new year! It was so beautiful! And we had a lots of peanuts as a anack and I put shells back into the same basket they serve, then my friend told me 'You've gotta throw the shells away on the floor'. What? Do I need to make mess? But I looked around me and found the big mess! By hte end of the night the floor looked like chicken barn and I heard clacking sound everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-36359550087071644?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/36359550087071644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=36359550087071644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/36359550087071644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/36359550087071644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-in-new-york.html' title='New Year in New York'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R4VneZjKumI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wGqOCWETLNs/s72-c/DSCF0141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-8202388458789182296</id><published>2008-01-09T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:56:16.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Beauty in Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/419SDQQBE1L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/419SDQQBE1L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finished a book. I couldn't stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is "博士の愛した数式(Hakase no Aishita Susiki) which means "doctor's favorite formula".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-8202388458789182296?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/8202388458789182296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=8202388458789182296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/8202388458789182296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/8202388458789182296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2008/01/beauty-of-numbers.html' title='Beauty in Numbers'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-3295449533229058902</id><published>2007-12-09T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:18:21.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Teenage Dirtbag</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jJWQkVgDs4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jJWQkVgDs4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I went to coffee shop to kill time. I brought my laptop and listened music in my laptop randomly. Sudden a long forgotten song started. This song was in a movie I watched when I was a 2nd year in university. The movie was a stereotyped school happy-ending love-comedy and I don't think it was big hit, but was still my little favorite movie. I had forgot about this for long time,  but  the heroine  from this  movie was  the person  I wanted to be. Yes, I can't and don't want to be a blonded beauty. Where my favorite part of her was she rocks but knows how to enjoy her life without money. She took a boy to a dating and show him that they don't need money to have fun. I was teenage and had no money when I saw this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care about this song that time, but 2year later my boyfriend at the time gave me a MD (haha). This song was in that songs he chose for me and I loved this song. He also told me the song was in the movie and I was surprised because that was the first time to find a person who watched the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...then I'm listening this song again today. This song reminded me my teen days. Phew... it was a good day indulgging in reminiscences. Let's check the movie...I think the title was 'Loser'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-3295449533229058902?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/3295449533229058902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=3295449533229058902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3295449533229058902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3295449533229058902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/12/teenage-dirtbag-by-wheatus.html' title='Teenage Dirtbag'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-2084385274717311022</id><published>2007-12-05T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:49:16.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Japanese Great Man in United States</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R1ax9kq1aUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mgtUpo0qp4E/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R1ax9kq1aUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mgtUpo0qp4E/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140491696063473986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I organized my pictures  in my  laptop.  Then  I found a picture from NYC visit. This picture is portrait of Sakamoto Ryoma. I found this picture at Brooklyn museum. I was almost cry when I found this. I was surprised him being in Brooklyn, NY! How he came to there? Most Japanese admire him and how many American know him? I am one of who adore him. Surely he is a xenomania. I can tell. He tried to smuggle himself to United States. He was the first Japanese wore pairs of boots instead of sandals and got ringworm on his feet. He carried a gun with him despite his sword technique. But why are you in Brooklyn museum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a Japanese you must know him and admire him. I read him in novel, textbook, TV proram, manga, everywhere. He was born in 1836 at the end of the samurai period. He was a son of merchant in Tosa domain where class discrimination was strict. He made a big effort on Japanese modernism. Japanese goverment those days were closed our port from other countries (I mentioned before), but he inclucated that the goverment'd better open the port up otherwise Japane will be colonized by western countries.　He also said it was unavoidable to overthrow the Shogunate for this aim. So he had many political enemy and was fugitive for most of his life. He was assassinated on his 31st birthday. Although he couldn't see the ports opened to other countries, there was Meiji revolution next year and Japan has never been colonerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text behind him is telling (I guess) "spirit of hero went into dream." Have a good dream, Ryoma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-2084385274717311022?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/2084385274717311022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=2084385274717311022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2084385274717311022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2084385274717311022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/12/japanese-great-man-in-united-states.html' title='Japanese Great Man in United States'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R1ax9kq1aUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mgtUpo0qp4E/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-5842557548344867093</id><published>2007-12-04T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:50:42.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Ready For Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Snow covered on ground last Saturday. We have snowing today again, now every thing is white. Okay, cyclorama (new word from theater class)  is perfect for Christmas.  From  last weekend, everyone in the United States seemed to get ready for Christmas. I saw several cars went by with pine tree on its roof. This is not familiar in Japan. I also noticed the houses and stores decorated  with illuminations in my neighborhood. My friend told me that 'winter is dark and cold which make us sad, but we have a most brilliant holiday that's remarkable.' That is true!  I don't like snwing, but I love illuminations against snow. I  will decorate  our  house  this evening  with  my host family.  We will put  a tree,  a wreath, lightings. We have lots of to do. Then we will be ready for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-5842557548344867093?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/5842557548344867093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=5842557548344867093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5842557548344867093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5842557548344867093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/12/ready-for-christmas.html' title='Ready For Christmas!'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-7540643328728103787</id><published>2007-11-26T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:07:38.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>New York, New Hat, New Jacket</title><content type='html'>I visited my friend in brooklyn this holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I walked around Manhattan last time I visit, I stayed in Brooklyn most time this visit. My friend showed me many place tourist don't go. Hip!! Taking subway and walking on streets is the New York life for me, it makes me feel myself like a city girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 (Thu) : I arrived at airport around noon on Thursday. Because it was Thanks Giving day, most stores were closed and my friend and I have nothing to do that night. So we decided to eat dinner out at italian restaurant (not turkey) and checked out some DVDs and watched it. I was bored little and thought it was not special thing of New York life nor Thanks Giving at all, I can do same thing in Minnesota...but he told me this is the thanks giving day. Okay okay, I can go around New York city next day......went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 (Fri): I woke up around 7 and went woke my friend up to go out.....but he told me nothing is open till 10 and he went sleep again. So I decided to read book waiting him. Bored again. Here is tip 1; New York is late city. Don't go sleep early. Don't wake up early. New Yorker have only two meal a day...brunch and dinner. Well, I couldn't stand anymore and managed to bring my friend out from his apartment around 10 and we went to eastvillage in Manhattan and see our friends and branch. Then, no restaurant was open! My friend was right! Everybody were looking at me and 'See? New York is late city'...sorry, but I was so excited being in New York city. Well, my friends are good New Yorker so they found a restaurant was good, thank you! Then they took me to CBGB store, I didn't know that but CBGB was a famous music club and Ramones played first act there. Ok! I got a T-shirts! Then two friends needed to wash jeans so we said bye bye to them and headed to MoMA. This was second visit to there because I can tell MoMA is my favorite museum in the world for now. I can live there and sleep in front of Sleeping Gypsy. But we left Moma of course and walked to Eastvillage to see laundry-finished-friends again and have dinner at Indian restaurant then went to drink Sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 (Sat): I woke up early again, I don't know why. Maybe I was still excited being in New York. So I waited my friend to wake up again. Bored again. I should have gone out by myself. Why I didn't think about it? Anyway I waited, it seemed forever. And I waited till my friend woke up around 11.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Williamsburg that day.&lt;br /&gt;I waited my friend finishing his DJ work till 4am. I slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 (Sun): At last I learned to sleep till noon. Now I can be a New Yorker, right? And ate out brunch (like New Yorker),   walked around Park Slope. I enjoyed brown stones and small shops on the streets. We went to free market in his neighborhood. My friend bought a sock monkey for me. Because I told him my favorite thing lately is sock monkey. He (sock monkey)  is  a typical  sock  monkey I imagined, in jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 (Mon): Woke up 4 in morning. It was the return day to Minnesota. I took plane from New Ark. Nornal days started...sad. But I will be back soon, New York! Because I fell in love with you, New York city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-7540643328728103787?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/7540643328728103787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=7540643328728103787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/7540643328728103787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/7540643328728103787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-york-new-hat-new-jacket.html' title='New York, New Hat, New Jacket'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-6237869886390905604</id><published>2007-10-29T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:22:54.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>The Big Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RyZwcaC977I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rsOcmdB1vk0/s1600-h/pic_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126908859138305970" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RyZwcaC977I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rsOcmdB1vk0/s200/pic_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I visited one of my favorite website today. I read today was a weekly content that famous people introduce their five favorite books (or magazine).&lt;br /&gt;The person of this week was Kami Hiraiwa an actress in Japan. She introduces the magazine 'the big issue'. I didn't know this magazine, so I was impressed when I know the purpose of this magazine. You can't get this magazine at bookstore. The only way to buy this magazine is homeless people. This is a project to help homeless people to get a job and work. I don't think It is good for homeless people to give money. That can't help them in the true sense of the term. What should we do is to help that people to get job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-6237869886390905604?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/6237869886390905604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=6237869886390905604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/6237869886390905604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/6237869886390905604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-issue.html' title='The Big Issue'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RyZwcaC977I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rsOcmdB1vk0/s72-c/pic_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-3704852812097060438</id><published>2007-10-27T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:22:27.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Pompeii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R0t1J7HNagI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UAl9ueDQbg4/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R0t1J7HNagI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UAl9ueDQbg4/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137328613293386242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a class 'life and death in Pompeii' at Concordia Uiniversity Saint Paul. This class was connected to the exhibition at Minnesota Science Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I know that the father of my host child's friend helped designing volcano map. He teaching volcano in a college. There was a big map showing where we have volcanoes in the world with red LED. Japan was perfectory red and it made me scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-3704852812097060438?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/3704852812097060438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=3704852812097060438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3704852812097060438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3704852812097060438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/10/pompeii.html' title='Pompeii'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/R0t1J7HNagI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UAl9ueDQbg4/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-5036847513927262984</id><published>2007-10-24T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:07:42.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Interview: Takeshi Kitano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RyAZAKC975I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UUupSdGKf_I/s1600-h/115534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RyAZAKC975I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UUupSdGKf_I/s200/115534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125123866435121042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Takeshi Kitano is a famous Japanese film director or a comedian known the world over . I don't know him very much.  But I found an article of his comment about Japanese culture in Western culture at MSN news and was very interesting, so I'd like to try translate it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Recently, western people use a word 'Cool Japan' and Japanese contemporary culture tend to be accepted by them actively.  Do you  feel  this movement as a producer of this kind of culture when you are in abroad country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The first time I went to abroad, Japan was thought as a small Asian country which defeated in war. After that, I think we were considered that we got a great economic glowth and had money as well. However I came to go to abroad as a director in 1990's, I felt the chenge how I was treated. When I went to the film festival in Venice, related parties treated me respectfully and many people asked me my autograph or picture with me when I walked around the city. They were happy with my autograph. This remind me how we treated European people in Japan decade ago. Then naturally I realized I don't need to abase myself, and felt I am recognized to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Why do you think Japanese culture is accepted in western culture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, Japanese are good with details for everything, I mean precise. You will get if you compare  Japanese food to junk food from United States. It can happen that I can't eat sushi at a sushi bar in France beside of Japanese food fad. They looks Sushi, but they were not, like French understand nothing about sushi! See,  only Japanese can make sushi. Japanese chef told me 'those are just a mess'. There is such a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;　the culture in such 隣近所を意識するような国はcontries are precise. I don't think it still works no longer though.　Hollywood movie goes like 'How many people watches?' Trying to gather people, nothing is better than 'knockabout'. Using CG and explosion! They are fun  あれは確かにディズニーランド的でいいからと思うんだよね」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;　However, I think Japan can exist because of the United States. Also in Cultural side. We need the United States. We need Desney land, Mcdonaldo and KFC. They make Japanese culture shine out standing in contrast. Both culture are related each other, not independent. We usually 'compare to' something when thinking of the things. It is same when we think about Japanese culture, we compare this to American culture, I think. I am sure that 'broad' American culture is neccesary, so opposite Japanese culture are accepted to those countries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-5036847513927262984?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/5036847513927262984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=5036847513927262984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5036847513927262984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5036847513927262984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/10/takeshi-kitano-interview.html' title='Interview: Takeshi Kitano'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RyAZAKC975I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UUupSdGKf_I/s72-c/115534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-2150443480668133236</id><published>2007-10-23T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:07:42.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Stronge Than Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx6rXSWvZmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/luOdnvWDyJM/s1600-h/amy+winehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx6rXSWvZmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/luOdnvWDyJM/s200/amy+winehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124721842546763362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy Winehouse is my new favorite singer. But I know only one song she sings. I play her CD in my car(I mean my host's car), but my host kids don't let her sing other song. because they love only one song. It made me addictred. The title of the song is 'Stronger than me'.  This song goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be stronger than me&lt;br /&gt;You been here 7 years longer than me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you supposed to be the man,&lt;br /&gt;Not pal in comparison to who you think I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanna talk it through - I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;I always have to comfort you when I'm there&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I need you to do - stroke my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I've forgotten all of young love's joy,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be stronger than me,&lt;br /&gt;But instead you're longer than frozen turkey,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you always put me in control?&lt;br /&gt;All I need is for my man to live up to his role,&lt;br /&gt;Always wanna talk it through- I'm ok,&lt;br /&gt;Always have to comfort you every day,&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I need you to do - are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said 'the respect I made you earn -&lt;br /&gt;Thought you had so many lessons to learn'&lt;br /&gt;I said 'You don't know what love is - get a grip!' -&lt;br /&gt;Sounds as if you're reading from some other tired script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna rip your body over mine&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why you think that's a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten all of young love's joy&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy&lt;br /&gt;You should be stronger than me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children, 2 and 4 years girl and boy sings this song(almost all!) every morning and afternoon! I didn't know this song. But after hearing the kids sang this song, I became a fan of her! Because 4 year-old boy sang ' You been here 7 years longer than me. Don't you know you supposed to be the man' emotionally. Also 2 year-old girl was trying to sing. That was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chenging the subject, I sometime think Amy Winehouse and our teacher Lisa looks like to each other....no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-2150443480668133236?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/2150443480668133236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=2150443480668133236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2150443480668133236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2150443480668133236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/10/amy-winehouse.html' title='Stronge Than Me'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx6rXSWvZmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/luOdnvWDyJM/s72-c/amy+winehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-3288927536881639603</id><published>2007-10-22T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:20:54.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>The Minnesota State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0fByWvZfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JS0ybMjkUkA/s1600-h/ç»å+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124286066574976498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0fByWvZfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JS0ybMjkUkA/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Minnesota State Fair is held for two weeks until Labor day in Saint Paul. I heard that the Minnesota State Fair is the largest State Fair in United States. I don't know if that is true or not, but the fair was huge! Everything in the states is big for me, so I have I wouldn't be surprised at what I see anymore. But I was! I can't understand why you keep such a vast land for State Fair held only for two weeks. If you try to do the same thing in Japan, everyone would get mad and send complaint letters to governors! Anyway, the Fair was huge and I couldn't see everything in there. It takes several days to see everyting in the Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0cCyWvZeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HHXT77o2S6E/s1600-h/ç»å+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124282785219962338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0cCyWvZeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HHXT77o2S6E/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went there with my host family. My host kids love animals and I am an Animal Science student, so we focused on the farm area. First, we went to 'The Miracle of Birth' barn to see the moms and baby animals. This was my host mom's favorite part. They gathered pregnant animals in this barn such as cows, horses, pigs, goats, sheeps, and ducks. They were giving birth everyday during the fair. You can attend a birth if you are lucky. We didn't have that oppotunity, but we could touch all different kind of animal babies. They were warm, cozy and tiny objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0iuiWvZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xsagWdNCA_Y/s1600-h/ç»å+315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124290133909005842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0iuiWvZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xsagWdNCA_Y/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was several barns for each farm animal, horses, cows, and pigs. My favorite one was the cattle barn. There were many breeds I'd never seen. I was so excited! And there was a competition. The farmers combed their cow's fur and trimmed their hooves. The cattles in my school farm were always dirty. I don't think they never trimmed thir fur. Therefore the cattles in the barn were so beautifu for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0jsyWvZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZSa9vvRVxvI/s1600-h/ç»å+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124291203355862562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0jsyWvZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZSa9vvRVxvI/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My host kid's favorite was the horse barn because he loves horses, but he was scared when he saw real one. When we entered the barn, the mountain police from Canada was getting ready for the parade. Each policeman had a horse. We could see how they harnessed the horses. They were also beautiful in the harnesses with the maple trademark on their hips. After making a roll call, they went to the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0mcCWvZjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/x9Ri5tOajAQ/s1600-h/ç»å+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124294214127937074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0mcCWvZjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/x9Ri5tOajAQ/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fair also had some rides. We rode on the gondola. We could see everything in the fair from the sky. But I couldn't see where the end of the fair was because the fair was huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0nZyWvZkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/95WV0UQsENk/s1600-h/ç»å+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124295274984859202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0nZyWvZkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/95WV0UQsENk/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we got a famous cookie bucket for $13, which were delicious! I wish I could buy these cookies anytime I want. I loved them. I can't wait the fair next year. I can't wait for seeing farm animals and eating yummy cookies again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-3288927536881639603?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/3288927536881639603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=3288927536881639603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3288927536881639603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3288927536881639603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/10/minnesota-state-fair.html' title='The Minnesota State Fair'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rx0fByWvZfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JS0ybMjkUkA/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-2849178189978136130</id><published>2007-10-11T14:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:28:50.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>Fashion Check!</title><content type='html'>We have some big colleges in my neighborhood and many college students live around my house. Some of them pass by my house in the morning and late afternoon. My secret hobby is to check their fasions through the window. I have two favorite students who have good senses of fashion. They have good hats, jackets, shirts, pants and shoes, and know how to use them very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is a boy who passes my house around 7:30 by bicycle. This is the time when I'm feeding the kids, so I can check him out from my kitchen window every morning. But he goes so fast down the street, that checking his style is difficult. Also I can't see him when I am busy with the kids. But most days I check him out. I cannot tell how he looks, because he passes so fast, but I think he is cute... Anyway, I am sure that he is the best dresser in my neighborhood. I can give him a prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is a girl I see when I get back from the busstop after saying bye-bye to the boys. Around 9:00 is the time she comes out from her house. She is so pretty, has big round eyes and very short red hair. Also, she has a good sense of fashion! There is a proverb &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'Heaven doesn’t hand out double servings',&lt;/strong&gt; but God gave her style and sense! Hey godess, that's not fair, give me either one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I enjoy my neighborhood. It's a secret!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-2849178189978136130?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/2849178189978136130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=2849178189978136130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2849178189978136130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2849178189978136130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/10/fashion-check.html' title='Fashion Check!'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-7454796507134291513</id><published>2007-10-10T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:07:42.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Go Wilds Go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RxgUQyWvZcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XnZ-stnRcBo/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RxgUQyWvZcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XnZ-stnRcBo/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122866854761555394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winter is coming! Winter is coming! Are you ready for winter? I'm almost ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start my winter in Minnesota, I went to Xcel Enagy to watch Wild's game. The Wilds is an ice hockey team we have. Newspapers say the Wild is not good this season and predict 4th out of 5 teams in the league. But, I support you, Wilds! To tell the truth, this is my first time to go to ice hockey game in United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to go to Xcel Energy, I was surprised because the stadium was huge! There were about 18000 audience coming to see the game. And what's more, the opening of the game was amazing. You should go and see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game started, I watched the game eating french fries and popcorn. In the first quarter, Wild was tried to shoot many times. But the goaly was great! #23!! He saved all shoots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse Wild won the game 2-0. It made me so happy. And the goaly won the number one player for this game! I am his fan now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-7454796507134291513?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/7454796507134291513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=7454796507134291513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/7454796507134291513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/7454796507134291513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-wilds-go.html' title='Go Wilds Go!!!'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RxgUQyWvZcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XnZ-stnRcBo/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-4921622717408002411</id><published>2007-10-10T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:54:33.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>Express more!</title><content type='html'>I found out that to express myself is the hardest thing for me in the United States. I don't tell many things. This is because I don't think that to tell everything to other peoples is  always the best way . So sometimes people  think I am shy, but I'm not, I just don't want to express myself out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised how people express their feelings a lot when I moved  to  United States. Americans, Brazilians, Mexicans...everyone except Japanese. They laugh a lot, are quick to cry, and get angry everyday. I thought this is too much. You may say this Japanese girl has no emotion, but this is my way. Why do you need to tell everything out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my friends tell me 'I talk to you and you just listen. Don't you  want to tell me something?'  But I answer them 'No, that's okay. I enjoy your story and I have nothing to tell you now. I will start talking when I have something to tell you.' Just because the different how many stories do you have you want to share with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a part of Japanese culture, we are good at reading  the minds of others.  We guess what the others are thinking about. Then we find out what we can do for the person. I think most of Japanese do this way. But in the United States, if you don't say anything, nobody understands you. This is the difference. In Japan Silence is Golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I went to Minnesota Science museum this weekend and found the Einstein's saying on a mugcup. It goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If A equals success, then the formula is A = X + Y + Z.&lt;br /&gt;     X is work.&lt;br /&gt;     Y is play.&lt;br /&gt;     Z is keep your mouth shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-4921622717408002411?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/4921622717408002411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=4921622717408002411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/4921622717408002411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/4921622717408002411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/10/express-more.html' title='Express more!'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-3293798266189072009</id><published>2007-09-17T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:07:45.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>I Am From</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RvAaahKj2lI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2WzyKJCU_sc/s1600-h/DSCF2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RvAaahKj2lI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2WzyKJCU_sc/s200/DSCF2826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111614619947096658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from islands where the sun rises from&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by wild waves and deep forest where hundreds of gods live&lt;br /&gt;Samurais who fought for their honors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the small barbarshop where my grandpa cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;The dark closet I hid when I felt sad&lt;br /&gt;The worm hugs of grandma game when she found me in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the sunset shore I walked along with my grand parents&lt;br /&gt;The wild field where grandma grew hens and vegitables&lt;br /&gt;The dark factory where grandpa made clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the uncountable steps on the mountains dad took me to&lt;br /&gt;The cold winds we felt on our faces&lt;br /&gt;The white flowers we sketched on our sketchbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the dogrun mama made in our backyard&lt;br /&gt;The allergies that made my sneeze&lt;br /&gt;Sad tesrs I shed for death of pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from secret baseI made on a hill with my sisters&lt;br /&gt;Sour orenge picked  from  orchard there&lt;br /&gt;Unexploded bomb we found on our adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from every single piece of land I have stepped on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-3293798266189072009?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/3293798266189072009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=3293798266189072009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3293798266189072009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3293798266189072009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-from.html' title='I Am From'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RvAaahKj2lI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2WzyKJCU_sc/s72-c/DSCF2826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-8795264110832206328</id><published>2007-09-17T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:32:56.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>My First English Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Ru8RJhKj2kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0wmxA66R6kg/s1600-h/parvanasjourney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Ru8RJhKj2kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0wmxA66R6kg/s200/parvanasjourney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111322957307959874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finished a book 'Parvana's journey'!&lt;br /&gt;This is the first English book I finished reading. I'm so exited and proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was a kind of sad story about the war occured in Afghanistan. The story made me think about war vs. women and children. I didn't know what's happen in Afghanistan actually, just knew surface news from TV. So this story gave me information about inner side of this war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can start next English book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-8795264110832206328?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/8795264110832206328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=8795264110832206328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/8795264110832206328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/8795264110832206328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-english-book.html' title='My First English Book'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Ru8RJhKj2kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0wmxA66R6kg/s72-c/parvanasjourney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-8471637380842229965</id><published>2007-09-17T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:39:51.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>My Persistence</title><content type='html'>Thinking my every little things, there occers my persistence. I can't accept anything but agree my persistence. It is difficult to explain that, but it exist. It can be cute,  but not too cute. It can be colorful, but not too much. It can be simple, but needs something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have examples is easier. I have a this lap-top. This is a lap-top from panasonic, silver, simple one. My persistence to this lap-top is customized. I don't know very much about computer, but I don't like to buy store one. So I asked my friend who loves computers (He  is a kind of  Otaku), and he made me a ordinal lap-top for me! So I love this lap-top and I will use this until it is broken. This have all programs  I need, beautiful shape, and perfect performance! This lap-top is only for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I buy clothings, I don't care if things have brand name or not. My rule is to buy good things with less money, just like target motto 'eat well pay less'. So I love to buy used clothings. Used clothings are sometime good and cheap most times. My clothings now I keeping is almost used. I sometimes buy new shirts, pants, and jacket, but  everytime  my  favolite  one is  used. They are unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my persistence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-8471637380842229965?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/8471637380842229965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=8471637380842229965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/8471637380842229965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/8471637380842229965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-persistence.html' title='My Persistence'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6045084523572894023.post-5686654856039173896</id><published>2007-09-04T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:07:42.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Bear Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt4V05qRKdI/AAAAAAAAADk/3wqesd3rdzU/s1600-h/gmonmap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt4V05qRKdI/AAAAAAAAADk/3wqesd3rdzU/s200/gmonmap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106543026060208594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend was the last official summer vacation... What did you do??&lt;br /&gt;I had a great experience! My host family brought me bear hunting!! I didn't hunt but I went to campsites with hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our house at 9 am on Friday and after 6 hours drive, we got a camp site 1 hour drive from Grand Maraise. My host mama's sister and her husband own land there. The campsite was on the highland, so I felt cold there. My host mama and her stepdad took me on a short trip on a four wheeler. It was amazing! There was nothing but trees, lakes and rocks on the field. There were several swamps and you can see moose sometimes. Unfortunately I couldn't find them that time. I've never seen them before, I really wanna see them  oneday.  Then  we pass by the  dead  tree forest,  where there was a  fire years ago.  That view reminds me of the Lorax by Dr. Seuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt4h9JqRKfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FRowhTfk8cc/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt4h9JqRKfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FRowhTfk8cc/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106556361933662706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bear hunt started on Saturday morning. The hunters fed bears for a month for this 3 day hunt. They put oil on their body so the bear cannot smell them,  dressed in camouflage outfits,  and brought their gun on  four-wheelers,  then they  went to hunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-5686654856039173896?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/5686654856039173896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=5686654856039173896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5686654856039173896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5686654856039173896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/09/bear-hunt.html' title='Bear Hunt'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt4V05qRKdI/AAAAAAAAADk/3wqesd3rdzU/s72-c/gmonmap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-2661060941026278126</id><published>2007-08-29T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:39:26.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>How Can I Enjoy Minnesota?</title><content type='html'>Now summer is leaving and autumn is coming. I'm little sad because I like to play outside. I really enjoyed camping this first summer in Minnesota. Minnesota has a lot of state parks, which I love! I enjoyed canoeing, camping in tents and campers, and the beautiful views. My favorite season, autumn, is now coming. I love to see the leaves change colors and feel breezes. Minnesota is a such wonderful state has many things to do in nature, so I can really enjoy it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt86lpqRKhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9CiDvcY7-V4/s1600-h/DSCF0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt86lpqRKhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9CiDvcY7-V4/s200/DSCF0912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106864920974141970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came to Minnesota late in March.  So  I don't know how cold here in winter time.  But everyone told me that the winter in Minnesota is very cold and dark. But I played curling for 5 years, when I was University student. I know Saint Paul has a big and old curling club. I want to join them. I think it is the best way to enjoy winter in Minnesota for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-2661060941026278126?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/2661060941026278126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=2661060941026278126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2661060941026278126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2661060941026278126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-can-i-enjoy-minnesota.html' title='How Can I Enjoy Minnesota?'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt86lpqRKhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9CiDvcY7-V4/s72-c/DSCF0912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-4645184984433566144</id><published>2007-08-28T22:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:07:42.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Camping at State Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RtTkfZqRKaI/AAAAAAAAADM/uNnjNBt1jJM/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+142-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RtTkfZqRKaI/AAAAAAAAADM/uNnjNBt1jJM/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+142-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103955505832864162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went camping with my friends this weekends!　It was my first time for me to camp in United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to Inter state state park and canue down a St. Croix river. This two hours ride gives me a beautiful moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-4645184984433566144?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/4645184984433566144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=4645184984433566144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/4645184984433566144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/4645184984433566144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/08/camp.html' title='Camping at State Park'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RtTkfZqRKaI/AAAAAAAAADM/uNnjNBt1jJM/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+142-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-5677507301011393232</id><published>2007-08-28T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:07:42.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Friend from Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RtTvd5qRKbI/AAAAAAAAADU/zKayOIlfF1U/s1600-h/we+are+friends+%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RtTvd5qRKbI/AAAAAAAAADU/zKayOIlfF1U/s200/we+are+friends+%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103967574690965938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend from Chicago came to Minnesota last week to see me. She sent me some pictures today which were so cute, so I decided to put some of them on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an Aupair at Chicago same as me and we were on same airplane to come to United States. She arrived at Minneapolis/St. Paul airport on 18th (Sat) morning  and  left  Sunday  night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-5677507301011393232?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/5677507301011393232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=5677507301011393232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5677507301011393232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5677507301011393232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/08/friend-from-chicago.html' title='Friend from Chicago'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RtTvd5qRKbI/AAAAAAAAADU/zKayOIlfF1U/s72-c/we+are+friends+%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-3183879820770331912</id><published>2007-08-20T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:43:54.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>Being a Twin is Difficult!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rsy8E5qRKZI/AAAAAAAAADE/HubxsphzznE/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101659270287534482" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rsy8E5qRKZI/AAAAAAAAADE/HubxsphzznE/s200/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have two sisters and a brother. One of my sisters and I are identical twins. Her name is Nodoka which means 'peace'. Mine stands for 'happiness'. I was born 15 minutes after her. We were always together since before we were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people say that twins have a special ability. I don't know if it is true or not, but we have several experiences being twins. One time when I was singing a song in my mind, my sister came over to me and sung same part of same song! It happen several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were interested in the same things when we were elementary school students. Our favorite subjects were paints and science, especially we were interested in animals and nature things. We liked same cloths, food, color, toy, and boys! Our interests, faces and shapes were so similar. Because of this reason, we fought a lot of times. And what's more, everyone around us compared us.  The scores of our tests were especiallyour huge stress. We cannot mark the same score. So there was always a winner and looser. We hated that. So my mother decided to separate us. We went to different junior high and high school. Then everything have changed. Our characterestics and interests became different. I'm now studying animal science and Nodoka is studying German history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the root of our interest is the same. I'm now coming to United States as an Aupair and she was Aupair in Germany two years ago. We are so interested in other cultures and curious about all different kind of things. When I face the torouble, I send e-mail to her and she gives me advice. Her advice encourage me a lot! Because she was an Aupair. My twin knows both preasure and difficulties being Aupair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are far from each other now because I'm here in Minnesota, but I believe our hearts are very close! Just because we are twins!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-3183879820770331912?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/3183879820770331912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=3183879820770331912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3183879820770331912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3183879820770331912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-twin-is-difficult.html' title='Being a Twin is Difficult!'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rsy8E5qRKZI/AAAAAAAAADE/HubxsphzznE/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-2926946635899210699</id><published>2007-08-13T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:41:02.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RsDYA5c3zaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bz3e0SOBRW4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098312288116919714" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RsDYA5c3zaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bz3e0SOBRW4/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have several beautiful sight I can't forget. One of them is a beautiful snow in Hokkaido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a student in Hokkaido for 5 years. Hokkaido is a nothern island of Japan. The winter in Hokkaido is very cold and we have heavy snow in winter time. I am from Shizuoka and we don't have snow there, so my first winter in Hokkaido was wonderful and surprising for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One my first winter morning in Hokkaido, I woke up with surprise.Everything around my house looked different. Everything was white, but they had colors until the day before. Andthere was silence. there were no car, no people, nothing was moving. I didn't have any class that day, so I called my friend and drove to Furano, which is famous for beautiful view.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RsDjlZc3zcI/AAAAAAAAACk/cK16tzPfVLU/s1600-h/70114707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098325009810050498" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 244px; cursor: pointer; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RsDjlZc3zcI/AAAAAAAAACk/cK16tzPfVLU/s200/70114707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting out from the car, and we couldn't talk. We saw white fields against a backdrop of the blue sky, and white trees on the horizon. Mt. Taisetsu stood behind us. The view was huge and we were tiny. We just stood in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-2926946635899210699?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/2926946635899210699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=2926946635899210699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2926946635899210699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/2926946635899210699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/08/most-beautiful-sight.html' title='The Most Beautiful Sight'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RsDYA5c3zaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bz3e0SOBRW4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-25363389514573653</id><published>2007-08-03T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:44:20.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrT8eZc3zZI/AAAAAAAAACM/TclvNZHsBNw/s1600-h/83213006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094974677621132690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrT8eZc3zZI/AAAAAAAAACM/TclvNZHsBNw/s200/83213006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I live with my host family. They let me use one room with a bed, desk, and TV. My room is small, but I like my room. I didn't know why I like my room until I traveled to MoMA in New York last week. The museum has some Henri Matisse. He is my favorite painter. I was so impressed when I saw his 'the blue window' and 'the red studio' because they have beautiful blues and reds. I noticed I have these two colors in my room! My room has Matisse blue walls, curtains, and sheets. I also have Matisse red carpet candy jar, and candles. They mach the white desk and shelves. So I really love my room now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another space I like in the house is the backyard. Taking care of children is my job. I like to play with kids in the backyard because I can feel the time pass quickly. We choose what we do everyday. Basket ball, golf, soccer, bicicle, swimming pool, sand box, slide, or swing. Whichever we choose, we can really enjoy! I think the backyard has a magical power to make us happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-25363389514573653?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/25363389514573653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=25363389514573653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/25363389514573653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/25363389514573653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-sweet-home.html' title='My Sweet Home'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrT8eZc3zZI/AAAAAAAAACM/TclvNZHsBNw/s72-c/83213006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-3980793285696782178</id><published>2007-07-30T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:08:18.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>Eating Dolphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrFNbpc3zMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9SZQEAB8vs/s1600-h/Dolphin.med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrFNbpc3zMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9SZQEAB8vs/s200/Dolphin.med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093937790911499458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RqBO-C30viI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i5YnfWNMlus/s1600-h/%C3%A7%C2%94%C2%BB%C3%A5%C2%83%C2%8F+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am from Shizuoka. Shizuoka is aprefecture by Mt. Fuji, so we can see the mountain everyday. My city is famous for its fishing port. We can eat fresh fish and shellfish everyday. We can eat delicious sashimi or sushi everytime we want. Yummm....I miss sushi!!! Sometimes we eat dolphins! I didn't know that the meat I ate sometimes was dolphin, so I cried when I realized that was dolphin!!! I can't eat dolphin now because they are so cute and smart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-3980793285696782178?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/3980793285696782178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=3980793285696782178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3980793285696782178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/3980793285696782178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/07/eating-dolphins.html' title='Eating Dolphins'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrFNbpc3zMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9SZQEAB8vs/s72-c/Dolphin.med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-229585133290608386</id><published>2007-07-22T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:44:04.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt4loJqRKgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L0qUp7SJIQk/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt4loJqRKgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L0qUp7SJIQk/s200/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106560399202920962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey guys! I am now in NewYork!!&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cony Island today and there was a free rock concert there! It really rocked!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-229585133290608386?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/229585133290608386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=229585133290608386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/229585133290608386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/229585133290608386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/Rt4loJqRKgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L0qUp7SJIQk/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-5763554783099872066</id><published>2007-07-19T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:44:20.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RqBORS30vhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lp77SPvN8eg/s1600-h/fuji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089153637959384594" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RqBORS30vhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lp77SPvN8eg/s400/fuji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you imagine when you think about Japan? Sushi, Tempura, Samurai, Kimonos? Do you think it is a very different country? Yes, Japan is different from other countries. We have old and new culture. We mixed them up and made another new culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We closed all our ports until we opened trade in 1868 except only one port for official ships. We kept only old Japanese culture. But after trade opened up, we began to import new culture. It was a big big change. In fact, we didn't eat meat and always wore kimonos before that. After that, Japanese people tried to eat meat, wear dresses or pants. They made up new dishes from new materials brought by European people with Japanese taste. Sukiyaki for example, is a Japanese famous meat dish. I think Japanese are flexible to new things now because of this big change in 1868.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-5763554783099872066?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/5763554783099872066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=5763554783099872066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5763554783099872066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/5763554783099872066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/07/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RqBORS30vhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lp77SPvN8eg/s72-c/fuji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045084523572894023.post-9163807486024369359</id><published>2007-07-15T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:44:20.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrFPHZc3zNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DqfJZTxZQdg/s1600-h/DSCF2539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrFPHZc3zNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DqfJZTxZQdg/s200/DSCF2539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093939642042404050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My name is Miyuki,&lt;br /&gt;I'm from japan,&lt;br /&gt;I've been U.S. for 3 monthes.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Au pair in Saint Paul now and I am taking care of two children.&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying  animal science  at graduate school in japan and especially  interested in animal hygiene   and animal breeding.&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch movies, listen to music, and go shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045084523572894023-9163807486024369359?l=glueck115.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/feeds/9163807486024369359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045084523572894023&amp;postID=9163807486024369359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/9163807486024369359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045084523572894023/posts/default/9163807486024369359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glueck115.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>miyuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329858662125717981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HKdTDyyQMCs/RrFPHZc3zNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DqfJZTxZQdg/s72-c/DSCF2539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
