<?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-2804014880932487520</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:27:28.425-08:00</updated><category term='Borador'/><category term='Tokushima'/><category term='Bon Appétit'/><category term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Green &amp; Green</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-171235519951181597</id><published>2012-02-08T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T01:21:20.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>January 8th, 2012, I delivered a baby girl. Oh, my gosh, it took 21 hours to deliver my daughter. I thought I might die because my blood pressure got really high (over 170mmHg) when I was pushing her and she didn't come out smoothly. The due date was January 15th, so she may have wanted to stay in me little bit longer. However, she was born really healthy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say or what to think when I touched my daughter first time. She was in my body for 9 months. I was moved to have finally met her. She was small, soft and warm. My husband and I were very scared of holding her because she was so fragile. We thank God to have let us have such a beautiful girl.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be ready to raise her now. The delivery may be end, but raising one person has just started. Producing life comes with a huge responsibility. When I got pregnant, my husband and I didn't think much of anything, we just happy simply. But now that my daughter depends on us, we have to face the coming challenges with care and thought. We need to be parents who she can always be proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nice to meet you, girl! Let's have a great family together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2DU-8ts_7Q/TzBWjhvJ7fI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rQn_rXRrWJM/s1600/IMG_2916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2DU-8ts_7Q/TzBWjhvJ7fI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rQn_rXRrWJM/s320/IMG_2916.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-171235519951181597?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/171235519951181597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/171235519951181597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/171235519951181597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2DU-8ts_7Q/TzBWjhvJ7fI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rQn_rXRrWJM/s72-c/IMG_2916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-2211777948028203815</id><published>2011-11-25T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:58:40.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQoSGkwc-j0/TtBeaX2Ob-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/w3GXT8p_rbk/s1600/IMG_2626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQoSGkwc-j0/TtBeaX2Ob-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/w3GXT8p_rbk/s400/IMG_2626.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The other day, my husband and I went to see &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Koh-yo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (紅葉：red autumn leaves). Many Japanese people enjoy such scenery, like the full moon, Cherry Blossoms and so on. Since I am one of them, I asked him to take me there to see it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There is a website that tells you when the best time to visit an area to see red leaves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The website is kind enough to show you how to get there, where you can eat lunch, if they have hot springs or other events. Of course after enjoying Koh-yo, we went to one of hot springs and relaxed. It will be December soon, but check the website out and try to go out and enjoy nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Red Autumn info web (Japanese) :&lt;a href="http://kouyou.nihon-kankou.or.jp/" target="_blank"&gt; http://kouyou.nihon-kankou.or.jp/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-2211777948028203815?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2211777948028203815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/11/autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2211777948028203815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2211777948028203815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/11/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQoSGkwc-j0/TtBeaX2Ob-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/w3GXT8p_rbk/s72-c/IMG_2626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-524128846243713799</id><published>2011-11-21T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:59:22.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmdeS-aGfg8/TtBT7Cm4jHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/06O-Zllo0Vg/s1600/305180_2212860414167_1627249180_2225494_1342640899_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmdeS-aGfg8/TtBT7Cm4jHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/06O-Zllo0Vg/s200/305180_2212860414167_1627249180_2225494_1342640899_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am wondering who is reading this blog since I haven't written for a long long time. Within that long period, I got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 33 weeks, or 8 months pregnant. (Using the Japanese counting method, I am 9 months pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 50 days, I will see my baby. That is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;The baby is a girl. How fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moves a lot in my uterus, no matter what I am doing. It is a beautiful thing (?) to be able to see my stomach move as she moves her arms and legs. My husband touches her over my skin softly and calls her name; which was decided by my father and his father. I realized that having my "own" family is a very special thing. I am so excited! I can't wait to kiss my daughter's cheeks. I want to touch her soft hair and want to feel her warmth. I am wondering if my daughter will think the same way as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-524128846243713799?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/524128846243713799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/11/pregnant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/524128846243713799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/524128846243713799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/11/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmdeS-aGfg8/TtBT7Cm4jHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/06O-Zllo0Vg/s72-c/305180_2212860414167_1627249180_2225494_1342640899_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-661486748678078236</id><published>2011-03-03T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T06:40:50.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokushima'/><title type='text'>Pilgrims</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kYS_f3Jj7Ho/TW-kFsMBTxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/cC2LrSjEDrA/s1600/IMG_1924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kYS_f3Jj7Ho/TW-kFsMBTxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/cC2LrSjEDrA/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is famous in Shikoku? I don't know much of Shikoku because I was born and grew up in a different place other than Tokushima. The first time I came to Tokushima, I checked a tourist guide book and tried to find features of the place I was living in. According to the book, Pilgrims' temples are the most famous in Shikoku. There are 88 pilgrimage temples in total on this island. The famous monk, Kookai associated his new religion and made those temples under his beliefs, so people who admire him or tried to discipline themselves visit all 88 temples. Some of these pilgrims will&amp;nbsp; walk across Shikoku, while some drive and some use train. Shikoku islanders are very hospitable to&amp;nbsp; those people.&amp;nbsp; I am an agnostic and my husband is a christian. However, everyone can enjoy going to the pilgrimage temples without being Buddhists. Tokushima is home to temples 1 through 23. My favorite is Kakurinji&lt;i&gt; (鶴林寺)&lt;/i&gt;. You can find stone guideposts there that were placed there in the 1300s. That is amazing. Isn't that beautiful, that we can share time with such old era relics in the form of the stones? And Kakurinji is located in the mountains, it is a little hard to get there, but trees and vegetation are phenomenal. I appreciate that I could come here and live. Shikoku rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-661486748678078236?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/661486748678078236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/03/pilgrims.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/661486748678078236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/661486748678078236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/03/pilgrims.html' title='Pilgrims'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kYS_f3Jj7Ho/TW-kFsMBTxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/cC2LrSjEDrA/s72-c/IMG_1924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-7218561325330955047</id><published>2011-02-26T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:47:33.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0gKCLRvbYg/TWjfeG_TK7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Smp6ou4pSZ4/s1600/DSCN1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0gKCLRvbYg/TWjfeG_TK7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Smp6ou4pSZ4/s320/DSCN1241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you remember the very first day you started living with someone? Not your dad and mom, I am talking about your partner such as your husband, wife, boyfriend or girlfriend. After your wedding, even before your wedding, or if&amp;nbsp; you live with somebody now, you must have had that experience. I tried to remember what I did and how I felt on that day, but I can't remember. I asked my husband who was my boyfriend at that time, and he said he remembered. He told me I went to work that day and was too tired to cook, so we went out to eat something. I used to work 7 days a week and didn't cook very much back then, so I guess what he said is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with somebody who came from a different background causes problems sometimes, because each person has his or her own living habits. I was born and grew up in Japan and my husband is an American, so our lifestyles were very different. Even very small things were different such as how to wash dishes, doing laundry, what to use for scrubbing one's body in the shower, how to clean a room, what to eat for breakfast....wow, I can't count!!&amp;nbsp; We'd wondered, fought, and compromised with each other a lot.&amp;nbsp; Now we've gotten used to living together and feel comfortable finally. Probably more comfortable than living with our own parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-7218561325330955047?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7218561325330955047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/comfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/7218561325330955047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/7218561325330955047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/comfortable.html' title='Comfortable'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0gKCLRvbYg/TWjfeG_TK7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Smp6ou4pSZ4/s72-c/DSCN1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-5191183649427644849</id><published>2011-02-25T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T03:49:11.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>The Earthquake</title><content type='html'>There was a big earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand a couple days ago. I wasn't paying any attention to what they said about it on the news the first time. However, after hearing that there are several Japanese people still trapped in the rubble, I keep listening intently to the news. It has been more than 72 hours since the Japanese international students were said to still be missing under the building. The news breaks my heart. How bad were their families devastated by the news...? Just thinking of their feelings gives me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an international student once.&lt;br /&gt;I know "time" and "place" were different in my case, but it could have happened to me.&amp;nbsp; I took off from my country with hope and I was so excited to go somewhere new. So I can tell those missing people felt the same. We never know or imagine such tragedies happening to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1995, we experienced an outrageous earthquake in Japan. I still remember the morning of that day. I was in &lt;i&gt;Yamaguchi-ken&lt;/i&gt;, about 450km away from the epicenter, so I actually didn't feel the shaking. But when I went to school, I heard my friend's grandma had dead in bed by the fore-shock from the quake. At that time I was taking geology, me and my teacher calculated the force using a formula and knew how bad and severe &lt;i&gt;The great Hanshin earthquake&lt;/i&gt; was. The remarkable numbers on the paper crushed me and all my classmates. we were shocked by the quake all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May they find more people in the wreckage before time runs out.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do now, but pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFPB8juplqE/TWeWIuAjxhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MhasBeUV2CA/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFPB8juplqE/TWeWIuAjxhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MhasBeUV2CA/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-5191183649427644849?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5191183649427644849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/earthquake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5191183649427644849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5191183649427644849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/earthquake.html' title='The Earthquake'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFPB8juplqE/TWeWIuAjxhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MhasBeUV2CA/s72-c/IMG_0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-1682725751253697260</id><published>2011-02-18T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T18:37:37.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDSE163wUOg/TV8s37Ay1FI/AAAAAAAAANY/ji2OW_1Jkfo/s1600/IMG_1910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDSE163wUOg/TV8s37Ay1FI/AAAAAAAAANY/ji2OW_1Jkfo/s200/IMG_1910.JPG" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a fever yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept having 38.5 ℃ (101.5 °F) all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body temp is usually 35~36 ℃ (96°F), so I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've got a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband took care of me very well, I thank him for being with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-1682725751253697260?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1682725751253697260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/fever.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/1682725751253697260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/1682725751253697260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDSE163wUOg/TV8s37Ay1FI/AAAAAAAAANY/ji2OW_1Jkfo/s72-c/IMG_1910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-5511185079024246964</id><published>2011-02-16T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:19:01.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>How to improve your English</title><content type='html'>A fair amount of people in my town want to learn English. I don't know the reasons why, but they do. If I were them, I wouldn't want to though, because I am not curious in learning languages at all. When I was a high school student, I needed to learn how to read old Chinese and old Japanese. It was unbelievably difficult for me, so I gave up on it. English was not an exception. I hated English class, so I was thinking how I could ditch the class all the time. However, now I speak and write English well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human lives are strange. The person who hated English knows how to speak it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people ask me how to study English. My answer is always the same, "Do not try to be perfect". Lots of people want to speak English perfectly without making any mistakes. I guess making mistakes embarrasses them. But the mistakes make you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my small story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOUgV6B6ZHE/TVtOTM_raUI/AAAAAAAAANM/18Qv5-qtmqA/s1600/20051103171155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOUgV6B6ZHE/TVtOTM_raUI/AAAAAAAAANM/18Qv5-qtmqA/s200/20051103171155.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first place I lived in the U.S. was Utah. When I was there, I couldn't speak English at all. The only phrases I knew were such sayings as "Good Morning" "I love you" "Bye-Bye" "How are you?"... something extremely basic. Of course I couldn't have any conversations with my American roommates with those super-duper basics, so I felt very lonely. One day, one of my roommates from Virginia spoke to me. She asked me to go to a gym together. I even didn't know how to say "No, thank you, I have to do my homework" in English... so, I said "Yes".&amp;nbsp; On the bus after exercising, I realized that I left my necklace and earnings in the locker room. And without thinking, I screamed "my accessory!" My roommate said "What?" I told her "I forget my accessory gym!" &lt;i&gt;(Ahh, horrible English!).&lt;/i&gt; She calmed me down and told me again, "What did you say?" . I said again, "My accessory, forget!"&amp;nbsp; She laughed out loud. No wonder, all jewelry is called "Accessory" in Japanese, but not in America. That I left accessories may mean "I am a robot and left my body parts at the gym."... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out that mistake, I laughed at it with her again and learned how to say it correctly. I was scared of making mistakes but since then, I realized making mistakes leads to correct English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Here is a tip. After learning how to say the right phrases, use the right one. Do not use the one you made a mistake with. Some people keep using wrong phrases like an old habit, even though it had been pointed out. Those people are never able to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-5511185079024246964?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5511185079024246964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-improve-your-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5511185079024246964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5511185079024246964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-improve-your-english.html' title='How to improve your English'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOUgV6B6ZHE/TVtOTM_raUI/AAAAAAAAANM/18Qv5-qtmqA/s72-c/20051103171155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-3891908595539646222</id><published>2011-02-01T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:54:08.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Is Japanese food healthier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TUiV1u5y3LI/AAAAAAAAANE/XHbubJ3Royc/s1600/IMG_0759_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TUiV1u5y3LI/AAAAAAAAANE/XHbubJ3Royc/s320/IMG_0759_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am wondering if Japanese food is healthier than other countries' food. Lots of people in the world say that we, Japanese people, eat better than everybody else. But, is it true? This is my personal opinion though,  I would say "No".&amp;nbsp; Think... What is typical Japanese food? Rice, miso soup, fish, pickles, Tofu, etc..., right? As you know, Rice is not really healthy thing because it changes to sugar immediately after putting it in our mouth. If you have diabetes, your doctor might say not to eat a lot of rice. Miso soup contains lots of salt. Some people's bodies get swollen after they have miso soup. I can't say all fish are healthy. If you eat Tuna &lt;i&gt;sashimi&lt;/i&gt; everyday, you may gain weight from its fat. Also pickles are made with a bunch of salt. Compared to other countries, the rate Japanese people die from stomach cancer is much higher. Everybody knows it is because we consume a large quantity of salt daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Korea, I was surprised by the amount of vegetables that Korean people eat.&amp;nbsp; They eat great amount of meat, but as much as the meat, they eat veggies as well. How can we say Koreans are unhealthy? To me, they look very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Italian friends who love eating. The image of Italian food is Pasta, Pizza or Rissoto. Looks like all carbohydrates, but of course they don't eat only carbs. They eat fish, veggies and so on. Just like Japanese people don't eat only rice, Italians have variety in their diet. Needless to say, regarding their diet, my friends are not unhealthy.&amp;nbsp; Not only these two other countries, but Chinese food uses a lot of oil. However, they look as healthy as we are. Chinese people must eat well, too, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I haven't mention American food yet? American food is unhealthy? ...maybe...&amp;nbsp; When I was in the U.S., I was 30 lbs(about 15kg)heavier than now. But I am pretty sure it is because I ate as much as I wanted, whatever and whenever!!&amp;nbsp; I am positive there are so many people who are in good shape in America, too.&amp;nbsp; You may think American food is only hamburgers, fried chicken and steaks. But do not forget the United States is called "a Melting Pot". You can find any cuisine there. My favorites were Arabic, Vietnamese and Hawaiian cuisine. I also liked Gumbo, which is eaten among African Americans. It rocks! yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese food is healthier?&amp;nbsp; Hmmm..., I think it's a Myth. &lt;br /&gt;The keywords of healthy food are "Balance" and "Amount".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-3891908595539646222?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3891908595539646222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-japanese-food-healthier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/3891908595539646222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/3891908595539646222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-japanese-food-healthier.html' title='Is Japanese food healthier?'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TUiV1u5y3LI/AAAAAAAAANE/XHbubJ3Royc/s72-c/IMG_0759_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-8274231144541074423</id><published>2010-12-03T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:50:42.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Osaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TOSlAnnBQII/AAAAAAAAAM4/I-0GJFVqceQ/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TOSlAnnBQII/AAAAAAAAAM4/I-0GJFVqceQ/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever heard about &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osaka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? It is one of the biggest&amp;nbsp; city  in Japan. As far as I know, it is the second biggest after Tokyo. I've  been to  Osaka twice before, about 4 years ago and 1 year ago. I didn't choose to  go there, but I had some errands to do. I don't like Osaka very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three reasons I say so. First, let me say I don't like the way  they talk. People in Osaka speak using a special dialect called &lt;i&gt; "Osaka-Ben. "&lt;/i&gt; It has a  very rough sound, so sounds like they are always angry at me.  Second, the main station is too big and complicated for me. I got lost  every step I walked. I am 32 years old, but I felt like a little  girl. I'd lived in Los Angeles, but I still think towns in LA are much  better than Osaka. The last of these reasons is most of their buildings  are  very "showy". They look like they are all trying to say they are the  best. There is no humility in Osaka buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I  don't like this place, but I would say Osaka is actually very attractive  to some people.&amp;nbsp; Many tourists visit and enjoy it there. Big Osaka  fans exist all over the world. Because this city has&amp;nbsp; charisma and is  filled with an unique atmosphere. Osaka overwhelms us all the time, in  both good way and bad. It is the most powerful city in Japan. I want to  love Osaka..., but I can't... because Osaka&amp;nbsp; is like a wild stallion, it  doesn't mesh with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-8274231144541074423?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8274231144541074423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/osaka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8274231144541074423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8274231144541074423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/osaka.html' title='Osaka'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TOSlAnnBQII/AAAAAAAAAM4/I-0GJFVqceQ/s72-c/IMG_1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-7052644086728107911</id><published>2010-11-14T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:01:33.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokushima'/><title type='text'>Lotus Root</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TOSdu2NYW2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pNwSXzp4qtA/s1600/IMG_1426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TOSdu2NYW2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pNwSXzp4qtA/s320/IMG_1426.JPG" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband and I went to &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt; (鳴門市) to dig up lotus roots. In  Asian countries, many people eat them. They are actually one of my  favorite vegetables. But, every time I see them at the supermarket, I  hesitate in buying them. They are &lt;i&gt;VERY&lt;/i&gt; expensive! … So when I heard that  there was an event where we could dig up some lotus root, as well as take home  however much we dug up, I absolutely thought we had to go and we did go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Dude… It was very hard digging them up. I didn’t even imagine they grew  that deep in the mud and clay. It took one hour to dig up just one full  root from the soil. All of my clothes and shoes were caked with mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, my body was totally dead..but&amp;nbsp; we ate a special dinner made with lotus root. They are very healthy and good for digestion, as well as good for relieving sore throats and fatigue. I learned that I shouldn’t have complained about the price of lotus root at the supermarket. I definitely learned that I have to appreciate a farmer’s hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-7052644086728107911?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7052644086728107911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/11/lotus-root.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/7052644086728107911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/7052644086728107911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/11/lotus-root.html' title='Lotus Root'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TOSdu2NYW2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pNwSXzp4qtA/s72-c/IMG_1426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-1696175158109893512</id><published>2010-11-10T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:30:56.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Persimmon Cobbler</title><content type='html'>Last night, I got some persimmons from my husband's student. Persimmons are representative of the&amp;nbsp; fall harvest in Japan. Of course they are good to eat as they are, but I decided to cook them somehow. I don't prefer them very much, but persimmons are my husband's favorite. While he was at work, I thought long and hard about just how to impress him with the persimmons. Finally, I came up with the idea of making Persimmon Cobbler. I've never tried or heard of this cobbler before. But trying something new sometimes surprises us. Let's see. (Well...in case it &lt;i&gt;WAS&lt;/i&gt; a bad surprise, I used apples as well) Oh, and also, I though it was little too high calorie, so I didn't make the crisp topping. While the cobbler was in the oven, the smell of it made us happy. It was a sure sign that the cobbler would turn out good. Smelling it was just like torture, until after it was cooked.Finally, when we ate it, we appreciated this fall's harvest .&amp;nbsp; But we thought...we still needed the crisp &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;plus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;vanilla ice cream on top of it, even though it is super extra high in calories... &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we are both such sweet teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNphiObDdvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QwQx46fQaeQ/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNphiObDdvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QwQx46fQaeQ/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-1696175158109893512?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1696175158109893512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/11/persimmon-cobbler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/1696175158109893512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/1696175158109893512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/11/persimmon-cobbler.html' title='Persimmon Cobbler'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNphiObDdvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QwQx46fQaeQ/s72-c/IMG_1414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-2454267714115907410</id><published>2010-11-08T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:37:40.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokushima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Extravagant Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNfEC3JC7FI/AAAAAAAAALg/1CSwiKuc_u4/s1600/IMG_1410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNfEC3JC7FI/AAAAAAAAALg/1CSwiKuc_u4/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband brought &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ise-Ebi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Japanese Lobster&lt;/i&gt; : 伊勢エビ）home with him. Seems like he got it from a fisherman around his work. Sometimes it happens here in Tokushima. We live next to the Pacific Ocean, so the fishing thrives. There are so many nice people here. We often get many things from them. We appreciate their kindness, and feel very lucky to be here. Ise-Ebi are known as an auspicious food in Japan. We eat them in new years day or on some special occasions. So it is a little weird to cook Ise-Ebi on such an ordinary day like today. Also, I didn't know how I should serve it. Well, I finally settled down to making Lobster miso soup.&amp;nbsp; It is a super extravagant soup to me, but it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-2454267714115907410?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2454267714115907410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/11/extravagant-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2454267714115907410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2454267714115907410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/11/extravagant-soup.html' title='Extravagant Soup'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNfEC3JC7FI/AAAAAAAAALg/1CSwiKuc_u4/s72-c/IMG_1410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-5501567623839105164</id><published>2010-11-03T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T03:47:28.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Black Soybeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE9oRXGVvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mN6-n2EMYek/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE9oRXGVvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mN6-n2EMYek/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535273179079399154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is little difficult to cook Black Soybeans.&lt;br /&gt;You need make the beans absorb water for 5 to 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;After that, the beans simmer for about 8 hours with sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's worth it to invest your time in cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-5501567623839105164?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5501567623839105164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/11/bleack-soybeans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5501567623839105164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5501567623839105164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/11/bleack-soybeans.html' title='Black Soybeans'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE9oRXGVvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mN6-n2EMYek/s72-c/IMG_1388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-2366517922048201746</id><published>2010-10-19T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T02:41:15.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Apple Spice and Cinnamon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TL5YwaGcLAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8SghM1jPdKM/s1600/IMG_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TL5YwaGcLAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8SghM1jPdKM/s320/IMG_1401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529954981120846850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is getting cooler and cooler. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am a winter person. Cold air excites me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas....&lt;br /&gt;There are so many cute events in winter.&lt;br /&gt;The scent of Apple Cinnamon &amp;amp; Spice enhances the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-2366517922048201746?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2366517922048201746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/10/apple-spice-and-cinnamon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2366517922048201746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2366517922048201746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/10/apple-spice-and-cinnamon.html' title='Apple Spice and Cinnamon'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TL5YwaGcLAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8SghM1jPdKM/s72-c/IMG_1401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-6477993253622578725</id><published>2010-10-09T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:11:37.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>pottery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNfH2Sm5kZI/AAAAAAAAALk/_iszdN4cMxI/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNfH2Sm5kZI/AAAAAAAAALk/_iszdN4cMxI/s200/IMG_1348.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard. I just can say that. You may be wondering what's so hard?! Okay, I am telling you. I am talking about pottery. Pottery is hard! My husband has experience doing it and since we came to Japan, we had been looking for studios for the hobby. A couple month ago, we found a kiln where we can take class. I was curious in making my cup and plates by myself, so without thinking, I submitted the application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNfI2MhUL1I/AAAAAAAAALs/RsHhGdqybKU/s1600/IMG_1201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNfI2MhUL1I/AAAAAAAAALs/RsHhGdqybKU/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband makes beautiful plates in a short time. It looked  so easy that I can do the same. But...yeah, you already know what I am  gonna say...Yes, I WAS wrong! Yes, it WAS hard!&amp;nbsp; While working on a wheel,&amp;nbsp; every single second I regret why I am taking this class. The clay is never nice to me. Sad. Before firing, my work is super ugly and makes me worry if I should break them and start it over.&amp;nbsp; But the moment I see them coming from the kiln, my misgivings go away.&amp;nbsp; My works are as beautiful as my husband's. They don't look like professional ones, but still, very charming and tasteful. I have a love-hate relationship with pottery. It is complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-6477993253622578725?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6477993253622578725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/10/pottery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6477993253622578725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6477993253622578725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/10/pottery.html' title='pottery'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNfH2Sm5kZI/AAAAAAAAALk/_iszdN4cMxI/s72-c/IMG_1348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-7240809199735494886</id><published>2010-08-21T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T03:40:48.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>At The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE5ylHEgrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4JSX5atrbTU/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE5ylHEgrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4JSX5atrbTU/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535268958133060274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband and I live in a town which has a very beautiful beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we walked on the beach and found a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;I released the shutter of my camera. The boy froze and didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mr. Little Crab.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to scare you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-7240809199735494886?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7240809199735494886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/7240809199735494886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/7240809199735494886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-beach.html' title='At The Beach'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE5ylHEgrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4JSX5atrbTU/s72-c/IMG_1345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-3894809016607379748</id><published>2010-06-10T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:14:14.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Hydrangea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE0ZxxhS-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tTSzRbZxZy0/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535263034477464546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE0ZxxhS-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tTSzRbZxZy0/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 229px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 306px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hydrangea is probably my most  favorite flower.&lt;br /&gt;It blooms in the rainy season in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Pink,  Blue, Purple, White. I love all colors. I've heard that if the soil is  basic, the flower becomes Pink. If it is acidic soil, the flower will be  Blue.&amp;nbsp; ...Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in the language of flowers, the Hydrangea means &lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Changeable" "Arrogant" "Cold-hearted"  and "Cruelty"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Ah.....I still like Hydrangeas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-3894809016607379748?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3894809016607379748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/06/hydrangea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/3894809016607379748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/3894809016607379748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/06/hydrangea.html' title='Hydrangea'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNE0ZxxhS-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tTSzRbZxZy0/s72-c/IMG_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-4913163905413020351</id><published>2010-06-09T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:11:24.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokushima'/><title type='text'>A Snail Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNUhBxmo5I/AAAAAAAAALM/rfKzo-63iC4/s1600/IMG_0818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNUhBxmo5I/AAAAAAAAALM/rfKzo-63iC4/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":81"&gt;There is a small island (I don’t know if I can  call it an island since it’s so small) close to the beach in my town.  The island is too small, so I don’t think anyone lives there. I always  thought the island looked like a snail, so I’ve been calling it “The  Snail Island” since I started living here. The other day, I told my  neighbors about it. One of them said it looks like a whale, so they call  it “The Whale Island”. Well… They could say that. But to me this island  has always looked like a snail. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-4913163905413020351?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4913163905413020351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/06/snail-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4913163905413020351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4913163905413020351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/06/snail-island.html' title='A Snail Island'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNUhBxmo5I/AAAAAAAAALM/rfKzo-63iC4/s72-c/IMG_0818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-1410558054633843137</id><published>2010-04-07T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:57:01.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokushima'/><title type='text'>A cafe</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly there are no Starbucks here in Tokushima. That is actually a big shock to me. Don’t get me wrong... I am not either a big fan of coffee or trying to praise the enormous chain coffee company. It was just shocking to me because Starbucks are always around me – just like street lights or billboards. Since Tokushima doesn’t have Starbucks so many small, private coffee shops are around. Every single café has high quality coffee, various munchies and relaxing atmospheres. They are all sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNalAlXPcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tDZ6szAWHNo/s1600/IMG_1233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNalAlXPcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tDZ6szAWHNo/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went to one café with my husband. The outside of their building looked like ancient ruins. It seems like the building was rubble from after being in a fire. We were actually scared and hesitated entering the place. But, our fears were utterly groundless. The interior of the café was amazing. We learned that we shouldn’t judge something by its appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-1410558054633843137?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1410558054633843137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/04/cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/1410558054633843137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/1410558054633843137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/04/cafe.html' title='A cafe'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNalAlXPcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tDZ6szAWHNo/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-3328074941997637150</id><published>2010-03-01T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:03:24.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokushima'/><title type='text'>Tokushima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNPDBRgMTI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZbRsAzpZOws/s1600/IMG_0677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNPDBRgMTI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZbRsAzpZOws/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was born in&lt;i&gt; "Fukuoka &lt;/i&gt;(福岡県)&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; and grew up in &lt;i&gt;"Yamaguchi &lt;/i&gt;(山口県)&lt;i&gt;",&lt;/i&gt; Japan. I lived in the U.S. from the time I was 24 until I was 30 – six years. Now, I live in &lt;i&gt;"Tokushima &lt;/i&gt;(徳島県)&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;. Everyone asks me why I am here. My answer is always the same,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; “ I don’t know! ”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have anyone that I know here in Tokushima. My husband got his job and is asked to work here by his company – so I live here with him. The company asked us where we wished to go and live. They would try to make our wish come true as much as possible. We chose Fukuoka which is my hometown. At least that was close to Yamaguchi. But, a couple of months later the company announced that we were going to Tokushima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『...&lt;i&gt;Tokushima?&lt;/i&gt;』 I couldn't remember where it was located at that time, so I checked a map of Japan. &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":8c"&gt;I found it in &lt;i&gt;"Shikoku&lt;/i&gt; (四国)", &amp;nbsp;one of Japan's major islands, which is located just under the main island of Japan.&lt;/span&gt; I had never imagined that my husband and I were going to be placed there. There was nothing I could do. We had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have been in Tokushima for almost three months. To be honest, the customs here are so different from my hometown or the United States – so I am still trying to get used to being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-3328074941997637150?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3328074941997637150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/03/tokushima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/3328074941997637150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/3328074941997637150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/03/tokushima.html' title='Tokushima'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNPDBRgMTI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZbRsAzpZOws/s72-c/IMG_0677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-8999608703580227770</id><published>2009-12-30T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T06:48:01.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I've updated my blog. While I was gone, two big things happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is that I came back to my country, Japan.  The other is that I got married.Those two things were quite big events for me. I believe that they changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to come back to Japan, because the life I had in the U.S. was more exciting for me. But now, I realized that I shouldn't choose the place I live depending on if it is exciting or not. I started liking the thought of staying in Japan. If I have a chance to go back to the U.S., that would be my fate. If I keep staying here, in Japan, that would be my fate as well. I've decided to follow my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/S8HSTHi7-XI/AAAAAAAAAI8/toTylVp4HXE/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/S8HSTHi7-XI/AAAAAAAAAI8/toTylVp4HXE/s200/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458875449234684274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the fate of getting married to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that that was decided since I was born 31 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is watching "The Pirates of Caribbean" at this moment without knowing about me thinking about the fate of him and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-8999608703580227770?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8999608703580227770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/04/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8999608703580227770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8999608703580227770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2010/04/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/S8HSTHi7-XI/AAAAAAAAAI8/toTylVp4HXE/s72-c/IMG_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-2948459408358711235</id><published>2009-09-03T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:13:14.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Green Tea Noodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SrgV0aGpyeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xpZgsaXFiAs/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SrgV0aGpyeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xpZgsaXFiAs/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384077344626035170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kawara-Soba!&lt;br /&gt;It is fried green tea noodle added beef green onion, seaweed and egg on top. Yum Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-2948459408358711235?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2948459408358711235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/09/kawara-soba-it-is-fried-green-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2948459408358711235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2948459408358711235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/09/kawara-soba-it-is-fried-green-tea.html' title='Green Tea Noodle'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SrgV0aGpyeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xpZgsaXFiAs/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-4674566693958426538</id><published>2009-07-15T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:43:44.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Planetarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNp5D1QGfI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q1jlesnYlow/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNp5D1QGfI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q1jlesnYlow/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love planetariums. I went to a planetarium for the first time in my life when I was 7. That experience turned me into a fan of the planets and stars. Even now, I love looking up into the sky and gaze at the stars and the moon. The dark sky is so mysterious and I feel like the stars are telling ussomething important. As you know, it is very hard to find even one star in the night sky in Los Angeles because of the smog. I thought it would be a fun thing to go to a planetarium to enjoy seeing the stars, not only for children, but for adults as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNxEFxjupI/AAAAAAAAALc/6GwNNMcj-jg/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNxEFxjupI/AAAAAAAAALc/6GwNNMcj-jg/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite planetarium is called &lt;i&gt;‘The Griffith Observatory’&lt;/i&gt; in L.A. I had longed to go there ever since I moved to California. But, unfortunately, the building went through re-construction. I waited a long while for their grand re-opening and finally visited. It was a beautiful facility and the view was spectacular. Needless to say the show was fantastic. But, my most favorite exhibit was their landscape of the planets. Speaking of that, during Christmas Day in 2002, my friend and I were in an open-air hot spring bath in &lt;i&gt;Oita&lt;/i&gt; (大分県) and looked into the sky while enjoying the warm water. It was at the time that I felt inspired, and knew that in the future I would live in a foreign country. It is hard to explain why I felt so – but I just felt so. As a matter of fact, I left Japan for the U.S. in the Summer of 2003. Very interesting, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-4674566693958426538?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4674566693958426538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/07/planetarium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4674566693958426538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4674566693958426538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/07/planetarium.html' title='Planetarium'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/TNNp5D1QGfI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q1jlesnYlow/s72-c/IMG_0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-6478829872745551294</id><published>2009-04-03T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:18:19.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Backpack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SdjJO3Ma60I/AAAAAAAAAH8/d6q9Qv6VZdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SdjJO3Ma60I/AAAAAAAAAH8/d6q9Qv6VZdQ/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224216909638466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ash has a little backpack for going on hikes now. He can carry water bottles and some snacks. When I put the backpack on him, he could not understand what was happening to him. Suddenly he felt weight on his back, I guess. But he didn't shake the stuff down. Good!  And the blue bandanna looks very good on him. How handsome he is! Are you ready for hiking, buddy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-6478829872745551294?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6478829872745551294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/backpack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6478829872745551294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6478829872745551294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/backpack.html' title='Backpack'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SdjJO3Ma60I/AAAAAAAAAH8/d6q9Qv6VZdQ/s72-c/IMG_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-4756804514287676995</id><published>2009-03-12T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:27:43.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/ScG3IcQM7LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E1sd6A7i6kQ/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/ScG3IcQM7LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E1sd6A7i6kQ/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314730390924881074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was almost 10 years ago when I had my last experience at Disneyland. It was in Tokyo. Today I went to Disneyland in California. My favorite ride is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Space Mountain&lt;/span&gt;. It is fast, beautiful and exciting. Second is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a small world&lt;/span&gt;, because I can see the world culture.  I enjoyed both ride and it was really fun! Before I go there, I always feel that it is just a theme park for kids, I wouldn't enjoy it there that much. But I am always wrong. I don't know why, Disney always  makes me happy and satisfied. I look for Mickey and Minnie, Donald Duck and Goofy. Disney uses magic on me. .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....Ta-da....&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-4756804514287676995?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4756804514287676995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/03/disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4756804514287676995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4756804514287676995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/03/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/ScG3IcQM7LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E1sd6A7i6kQ/s72-c/IMG_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-6464625143179093790</id><published>2009-02-24T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:25:28.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Mexican Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaeD7oCPTqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QJnsh67VOKU/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaeD7oCPTqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QJnsh67VOKU/s200/IMG_2255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307355746261749410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to a Mexican restaurant. My first experience of Mexican Food was when I was 23 years old. I had been outside of California, so I didn't have any chance to have real Mexican food. Since I moved here, there are lots of Taco stands. They offer easy access, reasonable prices and good tasty food. Mexican food goes well with Corona Beer with lime. The beer makes the food taste better and the food also makes the beer taste better. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Ole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-6464625143179093790?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6464625143179093790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/mexican-food.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6464625143179093790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6464625143179093790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/mexican-food.html' title='Mexican Food'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaeD7oCPTqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QJnsh67VOKU/s72-c/IMG_2255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-6906205258285611914</id><published>2009-02-21T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Can't move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaTIQThmxtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jzlLttPmo3Q/s1600-h/IMG_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaTIQThmxtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jzlLttPmo3Q/s320/IMG_2210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306586443393976018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always seem to bully Ash. I put his favorite biscuit on his nose and told him to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wait"&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't get what was happening and he didn't see where the biscuit was, even though he could smell it. His face in this moment makes me smile all the time. Why did he have to close his eyes like this? Did the biscuit scare him? Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I" &lt;/span&gt;scared him? Anyway, this funny face of his is always endearing. How charming he is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-6906205258285611914?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6906205258285611914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6906205258285611914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6906205258285611914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-move.html' title='Can&apos;t move'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaTIQThmxtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jzlLttPmo3Q/s72-c/IMG_2210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-240502578340730091</id><published>2009-02-20T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:25:55.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaD5DijGrYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/J34FKMeKAbk/s1600-h/IMG_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaD5DijGrYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/J34FKMeKAbk/s400/IMG_2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305514200251411842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I think about my family who lives so far away from me, I look up at the Moon. I feel she reflects them and shows me how they are doing like a mirror. When I have a bad day, I look up at the Moon. I ask her what to do, but she doesn't tell me anything. When I have a good day, My significant and I look up at the Moon. She just stays in the sky and remains quiet. She is a 4,550,000,000 years old woman...a beautiful, thoughtful, mysterious one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-240502578340730091?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/240502578340730091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/240502578340730091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/240502578340730091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/moon.html' title='The Moon'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SaD5DijGrYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/J34FKMeKAbk/s72-c/IMG_2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-8595222127297238401</id><published>2009-02-17T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Punk Rock Baby</title><content type='html'>It has been raining really hard. There is nothing we can do because it is the rainy season in California now. When it is raining, I always let Ash stay inside my house, as not to make him wet. But sometimes Ash still goes outside to play in the rain. Of course he comes back inside...sopping wet...　Wet Ash looks like a Punk Rock Musician. He has pointy, spunky punk rock hair. Do you play the guitar, Ash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZ7uQstpvyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yhgJTgkvVIY/s1600-h/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZ7uQstpvyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yhgJTgkvVIY/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304939381736980258" 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/2804014880932487520-8595222127297238401?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8595222127297238401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/punk-rock-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8595222127297238401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8595222127297238401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/punk-rock-baby.html' title='Punk Rock Baby'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZ7uQstpvyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yhgJTgkvVIY/s72-c/IMG_2199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-606423319383296970</id><published>2009-02-14T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:04:42.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Bob's Big Boy Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZmD1hBpLvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Nf3GIcrOk-A/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZmD1hBpLvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Nf3GIcrOk-A/s400/IMG_2189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303414991627038450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not a big fan of hamburgers. However, I go to Bob's Big Boy sometimes. Why? Because I like their old fashioned atmosphere and their Cherry Coke. Their Cherry Coke is a little taste of heaven. On top of that, the crashed ice in the cherry coke makes it taste even better. I usually don't eat anything there, just go to drink  the cherry coke. They can not make money from me.... sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-606423319383296970?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/606423319383296970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/606423319383296970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/606423319383296970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bob.html' title='Bob&apos;s Big Boy Restaurant'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZmD1hBpLvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Nf3GIcrOk-A/s72-c/IMG_2189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-2969474099397646104</id><published>2009-02-10T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Bang</title><content type='html'>I started teaching Ash something new. I am teaching him to play dead. When I say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "BANG!"&lt;/span&gt; with my 'Hand'gun, he hunches over to his side and dies. I started training him on this today. He already learned and mastered this.  But he gives me the evil eye every single time I say "Bang!" I guess he doesn't like to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZJisvBoJaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W7XQOGug_Rc/s1600-h/IMG_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZJisvBoJaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W7XQOGug_Rc/s400/IMG_2166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301408232045553058" 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/2804014880932487520-2969474099397646104?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2969474099397646104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2969474099397646104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2969474099397646104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang.html' title='Bang'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZJisvBoJaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W7XQOGug_Rc/s72-c/IMG_2166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-2340155367950887626</id><published>2009-02-07T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:39:12.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZCujlp553I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lGm3Gijqg9k/s1600-h/0209091415a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZCujlp553I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lGm3Gijqg9k/s200/0209091415a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300928687841601394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am waiting for someone at the library. It is raining today, so there are not so many people here. I like the library's quietness. Yes, the library is supposed to be quiet. But for some people, the library is a salon to hang out with their friends.  As you know, everyone has a cellphone these days. The ring tones can sometimes break the silence.  I want to read books here quietly. I want to do my work without being bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-2340155367950887626?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2340155367950887626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2340155367950887626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2340155367950887626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/library.html' title='Library'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SZCujlp553I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lGm3Gijqg9k/s72-c/0209091415a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-486992382559875366</id><published>2009-02-06T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Run Away!</title><content type='html'>I found a snail in the back yard. I haven't seen them for years. Last time I saw them was when I was a high school student. So...that is at least 15 years ago. I have had a busy life, I guess I haven't paid much attention to nature.I enjoyed watching its movement for a while.  But Ash came close to me and found it, too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Uh-oh&lt;/span&gt;....! Ash is curious in everything that moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SY3geltJeaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgPGvwn3rP4/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SY3geltJeaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgPGvwn3rP4/s400/IMG_2149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300139152607115682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Run away! Quick, Snail!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/2804014880932487520-486992382559875366?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/486992382559875366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/run-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/486992382559875366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/486992382559875366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/run-away.html' title='Run Away!'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SY3geltJeaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgPGvwn3rP4/s72-c/IMG_2149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-3815659680623583548</id><published>2009-02-05T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:16:34.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Frozen Yogurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SY08b7l1waI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X29DHkcgaes/s1600-h/IMG_2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SY08b7l1waI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X29DHkcgaes/s200/IMG_2132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299958787035480482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you like Pink Berry, you would like this too"&lt;/span&gt; A man who was standing next to me told me at Trader Joe's.  "Okay I trust you," I bought the Non-Fat Plain Frozen Yogurt. I bought Mix Berries together. So... from today, without going to Pink Berry, I must be able to enjoy Frozen Yogurt anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;There is one Pink Berry store in down town Monrovia which is close to my house. I've been there a couple times. I always like their frozen yogurt, so I was excited to eat the Yogurt that I bought at Trader Joe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SY0_itBQtXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/N0QZXmGk2BA/s1600-h/GetAttachment-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SY0_itBQtXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/N0QZXmGk2BA/s320/GetAttachment-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299962201917928818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmmm..., yes. It is good. However, I still think Pink Berry is better. I don't know how different, but I can tell something is different...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-3815659680623583548?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3815659680623583548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/frozen-yogurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/3815659680623583548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/3815659680623583548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/frozen-yogurt.html' title='Frozen Yogurt'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SY08b7l1waI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X29DHkcgaes/s72-c/IMG_2132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-8086028570530846131</id><published>2009-02-04T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:18:10.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>A Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYosj0D1m3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_ZpjCCY8y0c/s1600-h/IMG_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYosj0D1m3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_ZpjCCY8y0c/s400/IMG_2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299096905336593266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many stories or books exist in this wold? Since ancient time, there must be an uncountable number of  stories have been written by people. But not even one story is the same. I am surprised at the ability of human creativity. If I were to read all of the books that exist in this world, how long does it take? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100 years?&lt;/span&gt; Oh, well. I will be 130 years old then when I finish reading all of the  books. But I would forget the books I had read in the first or second year, so I would have to read them again.... Someone let me borrow a book  called "The Botany of Desire". Reading new books is seeing new worlds that you've never  known before. Reading is experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-8086028570530846131?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8086028570530846131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8086028570530846131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8086028570530846131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/book.html' title='A Book'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYosj0D1m3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_ZpjCCY8y0c/s72-c/IMG_2131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-5576468675916286727</id><published>2009-02-03T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:59:41.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Teriyaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYoEp_HelvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KWxjJk3FHz8/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYoEp_HelvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KWxjJk3FHz8/s400/IMG_2130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299053030918756082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese people don't eat Teriyaki Chicken as much as Americans think. Tempura is not eaten as much either. Since yesterday, I have craved for Teriyaki Chicken. I finally made some for myself today. It is easy. What you need is cooking wine, Soy sauce, Sugar and Ginger. If you don't have ginger, that's okay. Mix all of the ingredients with the chicken and marinate them overnight. And the next day, pan fry them. That's all. I added some broccoli to the dish because it becomes a little more colorful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-5576468675916286727?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5576468675916286727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/teriyaki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5576468675916286727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5576468675916286727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/teriyaki.html' title='Teriyaki'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYoEp_HelvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KWxjJk3FHz8/s72-c/IMG_2130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-5083627032176597649</id><published>2009-02-02T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Heel-Day 4-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYfbX_bCDAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MVfGrR3jkDg/s1600-h/IMG_2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYfbX_bCDAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MVfGrR3jkDg/s320/IMG_2126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298444691832966146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure Ash completely understands "Heel". Because when I stop walking, he stops and sits. He now pays attention to me. When I run, he runs. When I slow down, he also slows down as well. That's great. He is such a smart boy. He learns everything quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a treat after the training. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ash, sit.  stay..stay...stay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash always  listens to me and waits for me allowing him to have the treat. Until I say "Good", he has to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Ash was saying  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mommy...you hold me for too long."&lt;/span&gt;  He stuck his tongue out and looked at me with his begging eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not give a treat to such a cute face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-5083627032176597649?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5083627032176597649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/heel-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5083627032176597649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5083627032176597649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/heel-day-4.html' title='Heel-Day 4-'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYfbX_bCDAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MVfGrR3jkDg/s72-c/IMG_2126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-2047474379749720051</id><published>2009-02-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Sneaking in</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this!&lt;br /&gt;Ash sneaked in my landlord's house and tried to pee on his $2000 Stereo system. When Ash lifted his left leg to pee, my landlord realized the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"NO!!! GET OUT HERE!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped up, got out of the house and hid in the garage. He always does this when he has done something wrong and has been scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a minute later, he forgets everything, and comes back--wagging his tail. I wonder if he ever regrets what he has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYaQWl9ZkEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S25iCvasZMc/s1600-h/IMG_2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYaQWl9ZkEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S25iCvasZMc/s400/IMG_2044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298080729469128770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-2047474379749720051?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2047474379749720051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/sneaking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2047474379749720051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/2047474379749720051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/sneaking-in.html' title='Sneaking in'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYaQWl9ZkEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S25iCvasZMc/s72-c/IMG_2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-4239818832235814008</id><published>2009-01-30T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Heel-day 3-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYX_sba21GI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OcajW_PICHI/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297921675410986082" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 377px; cursor: pointer; height: 280px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYX_sba21GI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OcajW_PICHI/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We tried "Heel" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say "heel" and start walking, he must walk on my left hand side. Not in front of me, behind me or on my right hand side. He must stay close to me and keep walking on my left hand side. When I stop, he must stop and sit without waiting for my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, finally, he could do "heel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Boy, Ash. You are wonderful!"&lt;br /&gt;I scratched the back of his ears, and pet his chest. He loves to be touched there. Ah, I am very proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-4239818832235814008?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4239818832235814008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/heel-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4239818832235814008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4239818832235814008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/heel-day-3.html' title='Heel-day 3-'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYX_sba21GI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OcajW_PICHI/s72-c/IMG_2090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-9039653876743414842</id><published>2009-01-29T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:36:33.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYR7FVTPsOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Oa_MSicwryE/s1600-h/IMG_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494393241972962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYR7FVTPsOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Oa_MSicwryE/s400/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I made cookies with chocolate chips and walnuts. I feel happy when the kitchen is filled with the sweet scent of my culinary creativity. When I was in Japan, I didn't have a oven in my house. I used to imagine how I would make oven food. Meatloaf, Quiche, Gratin, Casserole, etc.... I wanted to make cakes, pies and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can make whatever I want and enjoy cooking everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gained&lt;/span&gt; weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-9039653876743414842?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/9039653876743414842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/9039653876743414842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/9039653876743414842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYR7FVTPsOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Oa_MSicwryE/s72-c/IMG_2099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-6103968832728044041</id><published>2009-01-28T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Heel -Day 2-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me and Ash tried "Heel" again.&lt;br /&gt;He got better than yesterday. When I said "Heel", he started walking with me and when I stopped, he stopped, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYDJKzVQR3I/AAAAAAAAADc/GW08z7Ey9mQ/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296454349202933618" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 187px; cursor: pointer; height: 226px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYDJKzVQR3I/AAAAAAAAADc/GW08z7Ey9mQ/s200/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops and sits. But not on the left hand side of me. Looks like he is still confused. He thinks why he has to stop and sit when I stop.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know why it must be on my left hand side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow, he will get better than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-6103968832728044041?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6103968832728044041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/heel-2nd-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6103968832728044041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6103968832728044041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/heel-2nd-day.html' title='Heel -Day 2-'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYDJKzVQR3I/AAAAAAAAADc/GW08z7Ey9mQ/s72-c/IMG_2091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-7556341070123377923</id><published>2009-01-27T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Heel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX-nUN1ZfsI/AAAAAAAAADM/uJ13STUf-Qs/s1600-h/IMG_2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296135652563844802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 307px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX-nUN1ZfsI/AAAAAAAAADM/uJ13STUf-Qs/s400/IMG_2089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to teach Ash "Heel".&lt;br /&gt;When I say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Heel"&lt;/span&gt;, Ash must walk with me. And when I stop, he must stop walking and sit on my left hand side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't stop. He didn't sit. He even didn't pay attention to me. He was distracted by the children's voice, the noise of the street, and the grass and bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated. How many times I say "No" to him today? He must have been frustrated, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-7556341070123377923?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7556341070123377923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/heel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/7556341070123377923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/7556341070123377923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/heel.html' title='Heel'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX-nUN1ZfsI/AAAAAAAAADM/uJ13STUf-Qs/s72-c/IMG_2089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-753062027172080799</id><published>2009-01-26T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:24:58.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Rustic Cherry Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX6KVHcOIWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5-W1l3GYpk4/s1600-h/IMG_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX6KVHcOIWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5-W1l3GYpk4/s400/IMG_2072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295822307213582690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like good food.&lt;br /&gt;Good Pastry always means extra Calories.&lt;br /&gt;But it is good, right? I don't care if my weight increases in that moment &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(only that moment...)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rustic Cherry Pie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yum!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yum...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2804014880932487520-753062027172080799?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/753062027172080799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-good-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/753062027172080799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/753062027172080799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-good-food.html' title='Rustic Cherry Pie'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX6KVHcOIWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5-W1l3GYpk4/s72-c/IMG_2072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-46088447126930981</id><published>2009-01-26T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:56:47.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Hail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX5E9VaOogI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IqkZgUj1850/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX5E9VaOogI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IqkZgUj1850/s400/IMG_2066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295746032344146434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was the first time I ever saw hail since I moved to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at midnight because of the lightning and thunder. I am afraid of them. A short while later, I heard the sound.  "dadadaddadadadadadd......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"What the heck??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the front door and was surprised. It was hail. A lot of it! It was the heaviest hail storm I've ever seen in my life. Goodness Gracious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX5NCJhN3xI/AAAAAAAAACE/D6OF_29cHfM/s1600-h/IMG_2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX5NCJhN3xI/AAAAAAAAACE/D6OF_29cHfM/s200/IMG_2070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295754911144599314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I woke up this morning, my car was covered with hail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing cold too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-46088447126930981?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/46088447126930981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/hail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/46088447126930981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/46088447126930981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/hail.html' title='Hail'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX5E9VaOogI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IqkZgUj1850/s72-c/IMG_2066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-5883780505774819683</id><published>2009-01-25T13:07:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SXzWjV8hlxI/AAAAAAAAABs/enl2MBcYpWE/s1600-h/IMG_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SXzWjV8hlxI/AAAAAAAAABs/enl2MBcYpWE/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295343164555630354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Little prince, Ash is 7 months old.&lt;br /&gt;He started "Dog Obedience Training" with me last week.&lt;br /&gt;It is just a 30 minutes training everyday, but I guess it's hard work for him. After the training, he falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play music for him while he is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;He turns his body once in a while. That makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you dreaming, Ash?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-5883780505774819683?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5883780505774819683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5883780505774819683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/5883780505774819683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SXzWjV8hlxI/AAAAAAAAABs/enl2MBcYpWE/s72-c/IMG_2065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-8258656215566961649</id><published>2009-01-24T10:36:00.014-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:45.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borador'/><title type='text'>My Little Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SXtieLKsqLI/AAAAAAAAABk/NUGnQ9jExm4/s1600-h/IMG_2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SXtieLKsqLI/AAAAAAAAABk/NUGnQ9jExm4/s200/IMG_2046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294934057437407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked back, my prince was chewing my favorite shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"NO!" &lt;/span&gt;        I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trembled and gave me "Sorry eyes".&lt;br /&gt;He got bored because he can't go outside. It has been raining...so No hike yesterday. No hike today. No hike tomorrow, too...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;But NO chewing my shoes, Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-8258656215566961649?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8258656215566961649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-looked-back-my-prince-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8258656215566961649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8258656215566961649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-looked-back-my-prince-was.html' title='My Little Prince'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SXtieLKsqLI/AAAAAAAAABk/NUGnQ9jExm4/s72-c/IMG_2046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-202854919898561058</id><published>2009-01-23T11:06:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:57:26.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>It is raining now.&lt;br /&gt;I like rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and listen to the sound.&lt;br /&gt;You might imagine....being at a concert hall and lots of people are clapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's rain is wonderful...only if I didn't wash my car yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-202854919898561058?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/202854919898561058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/202854919898561058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/202854919898561058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-4858262802768413095</id><published>2009-01-22T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:52:45.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Cafe Latte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX6r8b_HaJI/AAAAAAAAADE/4ToqOUQ8wcU/s1600-h/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX6r8b_HaJI/AAAAAAAAADE/4ToqOUQ8wcU/s320/IMG_2073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295859266627266706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I drink Cafe Lattes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Latte" means "milk" in Italian. Cafe Latte=Coffee+Milk. But in my knowledge , Cafe Lattes are made from Espresso and milk foam. Is it only in America? In Italy, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've heard people over there don't use spoons whenever they eat pasta. Only children use them. Did you know that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-4858262802768413095?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4858262802768413095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/cafe-latte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4858262802768413095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/4858262802768413095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/cafe-latte.html' title='Cafe Latte'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SX6r8b_HaJI/AAAAAAAAADE/4ToqOUQ8wcU/s72-c/IMG_2073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-701158086633677003</id><published>2009-01-21T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:53:22.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>I bought a new pair of socks a couple days ago.&lt;br /&gt;They already have holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Why?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-701158086633677003?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/701158086633677003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/socks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/701158086633677003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/701158086633677003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-6687621251197289827</id><published>2009-01-19T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:24:05.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green days'/><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYE8Th9h0oI/AAAAAAAAADk/UMs7XThD1EY/s1600-h/IMG_2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYE8Th9h0oI/AAAAAAAAADk/UMs7XThD1EY/s400/IMG_2103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296580942996034178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Sunset to Sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have a crappy day, I can have positive feelings in the golden time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, Tomorrow is another day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun doesn't talk. But I can hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-6687621251197289827?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6687621251197289827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6687621251197289827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/6687621251197289827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYE8Th9h0oI/AAAAAAAAADk/UMs7XThD1EY/s72-c/IMG_2103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804014880932487520.post-8330531489519250479</id><published>2009-01-18T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:34:56.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appétit'/><title type='text'>Midori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYE-jbzeZEI/AAAAAAAAADs/-sI5IXc2xgU/s1600-h/IMG_2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYE-jbzeZEI/AAAAAAAAADs/-sI5IXc2xgU/s400/IMG_2098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296583415244416066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Midori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; drinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Midori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Midori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Midori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Midori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Midori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suntory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Liqueur.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2804014880932487520-8330531489519250479?l=greenandgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8330531489519250479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/midori.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8330531489519250479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2804014880932487520/posts/default/8330531489519250479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenandgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/midori.html' title='Midori'/><author><name>MIDORI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02252015846055900068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqkEFaPztZE/TWeYv-PgM9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/o8TgPOLzGms/s220/IMG_0197.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmi1hZAv_60/SYE-jbzeZEI/AAAAAAAAADs/-sI5IXc2xgU/s72-c/IMG_2098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
