<?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-16552601</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:26:14.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloooooooooog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mae5810</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00055354276603109172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4784/1574/200/16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16552601.post-112909008621636533</id><published>2005-10-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:10:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s far as I can see, there are in a poor light. The air is always damp. I can see lots of case or tank filled with water. And something are wandaring up and down inside them. Someone feed them at close. there is a large tunnel. i can walk toward it with full of water. I can hear spkashing many times, When I go to the outside, I can see the show. I really love to go here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16552601-112909008621636533?l=maemaemaeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/feeds/112909008621636533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16552601&amp;postID=112909008621636533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default/112909008621636533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default/112909008621636533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I???'/><author><name>mae5810</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00055354276603109172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4784/1574/200/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16552601.post-112773903964974289</id><published>2005-09-26T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:32:15.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to DOWNTOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I went to watch a movie “Tim Burton's Corpse Bride” with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;I really love “The nightmare before Christmas” by Tim Burton, so I ‘m looking forward to see it!!! It was pretty good than I thought. Would you mind if my telling you the detail? There are three main persons in the movie; the man, the woman who engaged to him, and the dead woman who wanted to married with the man. At last, she couldn’t be married with him, and returned to death world. Though it’s ending left me some kind of sad feeling, I love that movie.&lt;br /&gt;Before to see the movie, we went to the stuff shop to get new blanket, coz these days we feel soooooooo cold at night. I can’t stand anymore!!! We got lost on our way to the shop, managed to find out. Though I was happy to got new one, very cute, softly and warming, I was so depressed about surroundings of American market. I often feel nervous and disappointment with it. In American shop, all stuff displayed disorderly. Just be placed. Sometimes there is an empty coffee cup between goods. It is impossible in Japan. Of course customer’s behavior is also rude and bad, I think. But I can’t feel any appeal from seller for sale. This problem is not for all of the shop in US, but I hope I can buy comfortably in any shop anywhere around the world. It is responsibility with ALL seller, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16552601-112773903964974289?l=maemaemaeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/feeds/112773903964974289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16552601&amp;postID=112773903964974289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default/112773903964974289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default/112773903964974289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-to-downtown.html' title='Go to DOWNTOWN'/><author><name>mae5810</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00055354276603109172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4784/1574/200/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16552601.post-112728950077335259</id><published>2005-09-20T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:58:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Michiko Mogi&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 20 2005&lt;br /&gt;Draft #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Struggle to Be an All-American Girl&lt;br /&gt;A Summary and a Reaction&lt;br /&gt;Michiko Mogi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1: Summary &lt;br /&gt;In “The Struggle to Be an All-American Girl” Elizabeth Wong shows us the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; how she become an American girl. In her childhood, her grandmother made her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; go to the Chinese school, but she never goes to the Chinese school, because of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; its location, surroundings or fearful teacher. She didn’t like quick, loud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; unbeautiful sound in Chinese, especially her grandmother’s. For her brother, he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; never forgive their mother’s language. He would even condemn her.  Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; even thought Chinese sound who she thought of “pedestrian” (35). Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was full with typically Chinese people, as dull, so she didn’t want to be one of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; them. Further, the people around her recommended her to keep up with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; world outside Chinatown. Finally she was allowed to stop going to the Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; school. She wanted to be an American girl from her infancy, and at last she got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a “cultural divorce”(21), and became one of them. But now she feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sad about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Struggle to Be an All-American Girl” by Elizabeth Wong is her autobiography of her childhood.  She was born of  Chinese parents. She didn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; like her  Chinese background because of her memory in her childhood. Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mother made her and her brother go to Chinese school to learn the language of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; their heritage, but they wanted to play with friends. And she didn’t like the&lt;br /&gt; Chinese school itself.  She was so afraid of her teacher at school, and hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the surroundings at the school.  She didn’t like her grandmother’s behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; either. She spoke such a dull Chinese. Her brother would blame it on their &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother when he made mistakes in English. They were not lenient with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; everything that arouse them the dullness of Chinese. Basically, they thought of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chinese culture as “pedestrian” (35). There was no brilliance around the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chinese part of her life. She always felt the dark side of her culture. She had no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; opportunity to realize the other side of her culture.  After many struggles to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; an All-American girl, she became one of them. She thought of herself as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; multicultural. But when she said “sadly, still I am” (21) she showed, she was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; disappointed that she had lost her Chinese roots. Because she felt that she has &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost her nationality.  She just wanted to be American girl but she still have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese spirit in her mind, so she got confused about her personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16552601-112728950077335259?l=maemaemaeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/feeds/112728950077335259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16552601&amp;postID=112728950077335259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default/112728950077335259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default/112728950077335259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/2005/09/michiko-mogi-sept.html' title=''/><author><name>mae5810</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00055354276603109172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4784/1574/200/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16552601.post-112628451467923329</id><published>2005-09-09T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:09:26.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0909</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4784/1574/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4784/1574/200/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0909 FRIDAY MORNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oday, I'm going to visit my new friend's house near the LC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have a fun!!!!!  &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/dcfzg"&gt;Please visit our class homepage!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     Hi! My name is Michiko. I came to LC from Japan to study and have great experiences.  I love my LC residence life!! I live in Akin. It is most desirable one that I want to live in. So I’m very happy to receive the E-mail from college that told me about it.  My roommate is so COOL and nice! Every other guy is so kind to me.  How lucky I am!!! I thank for official. Everything is perfect except that I can’t take a bath in my dormitory. I really love my bath time, so it is depressed me that I can’t have that time. But I can do at my friend’s room or house. So I don’t have to worry about it.  &lt;br /&gt;     To study abroad was one of my big dream, and it has come true. So I must go next step. I want to work at broadcasting in future, because I LOVE watching at, hearing the NEWS very much. My major is business in Japan, so I am going to take such kinds of course at LC. But whether I can take a regular course or not depends on my grade of this fall semester, it is uncertain. But I hope so….  It is the most important thing that I came to here LC to STUDY!!! Don’t slack off my pace! I must go my own way to realize my dreams. Sometimes it is heavy for me to live through, but certainly I LOVE my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to search with google, and &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imghp?hl=en&amp;tab=wi&amp;q="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it’s image searching system&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is so fan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16552601-112628451467923329?l=maemaemaeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/feeds/112628451467923329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16552601&amp;postID=112628451467923329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default/112628451467923329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16552601/posts/default/112628451467923329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maemaemaeno.blogspot.com/2005/09/0909.html' title='0909'/><author><name>mae5810</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00055354276603109172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4784/1574/200/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
