<?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-20508415</id><updated>2011-11-25T07:39:34.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS ME</title><subtitle type='html'>It is difficult to accept myself just the way I am. I hope someday, I will forgive myself no matter how many mistakes I make. And I really hope you will stay friends with me just as you do for me now...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-115868768286250640</id><published>2006-09-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:41:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Saturday the 16th, I went to an art event.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Several artists showed their works such as music, short movie, paintings and so on...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be honest, I don't understand "modern art" very much even I guraduated art college.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I would say that some of them were really good and very interesting, but I still didn't understand som other works. Perhaps they were just not my type...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my one of favorite artists, Daisuke Nagaoka was doing(?) his live performance, he chose my friend as a model and painted her in front of the audience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was happy and was even proud of her. Like "look. She is my friend!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then... Mr. Nagaoka asked her to choose the next model... yeah guess who she chose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was me. (。￫∀￩。)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I was sooooo nervous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of course I was very glad to be chosen, but I felt all eyes were fixed on me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, and just didn't know where to look at.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But yes, it was a really good experience. He wrote me his autograph on the picture, and gave it to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And one more thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My very best friend, Hajimu Too. He made a short film for the show. Well, it was quite interesting... It was a kind of special for me because I knew how he made it, and I was watching him while he was working on it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, the best part was, he put my name in the end credits!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't exactly helped his work but he used one of my Origami works and I bought some "Haribo Gummi Candys" for it... (Basically, that's it.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's become even more special for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter if he will become a famous artist or not, this film is going to be a very special tresure forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I wanna draw something...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-115868768286250640?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/115868768286250640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=115868768286250640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/115868768286250640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/115868768286250640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/09/model.html' title='Model'/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-115381316441020576</id><published>2006-07-25T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:46:35.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I drew a couple of "dogs" for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Actually for my friend's friend's friend who is looking for some ideas for T-shits.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really really don't think he or she will like my drawings and use it for the clothes...&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't think that I would want to buy these...&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;I just had fun while I was drawing, and now I don't care how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;It is always nice to have an opportunity to draw something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I have realized that it is more fun if I draw something for someone who I know, who I really like, or maybe for myself, or just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I appreciate this great opportunity and I do appreciate what my friend gave me this time to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Yuji.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me this precious time.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me draw something for you and Tami next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-115381316441020576?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/115381316441020576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=115381316441020576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/115381316441020576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/115381316441020576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/07/dogs_25.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-114520913242800716</id><published>2006-04-16T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:44:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be positive, To be more healthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost every time I start to think about something, something is really small but still bothers me or something that I worry about, I just cannot stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;And often, it is not a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;I ask to myself "Why can't you take things in good ways? Why can't you be happy with you already have? Why do you keep wondering if... if... if...?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get tired by myself too much wondering if... if... if... taking things too seriously and negatively.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get tired to think and worry about something hasn't happen yet, may or may not happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like snowballs rolling down to a hill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do know how happy I am just the way it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I must know that even if something bad happens to me I should be okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read a book today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be honest, I really don't read books. Well, I don't think I like to read very much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ut sometimes I get to want to read or feel like I need to. LIke today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I was reading, I realised how many small stuff I took too much rather than think about something great, fun, and wonderful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So after reading that book, I decided not to think TOO much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a couple of hours, I was already thinking about something and getting worried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I had to ask myself again, perhaps tell myself, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here you go again. Stop. Grrrrrrrrrr...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm quite calm and peaceful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I do need more practice to be positive and greatful about things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to waste my life time being worried and thinking too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I should carry the book with me all the time and force myself to read it and keep reminding myself that I should look at or think about something happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silly me, just let them go you (me) goofball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-114520913242800716?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/114520913242800716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=114520913242800716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114520913242800716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114520913242800716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-be-positive-to-be-more-healthy.html' title='To be positive, To be more healthy'/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-114425260918483473</id><published>2006-04-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:01:24.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>田舎のお家</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0098.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0098.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My sister lives in a country side, middle of mountains.&lt;br /&gt;It takes about an hour and half from the downtown.&lt;br /&gt;It is a beautiful, beautiful place. Quiet, clean air, smells of green, and no traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's not fun to live for young people... I'm not a city girl but even I don't think I want to live there. Just to visit sometimes is good.&lt;br /&gt;She used to be a carpenter and now she makes furnitures with her husband and sell them.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I go there, I think of my friends and come to want to bring them to there.&lt;br /&gt;That would be very nice to have a BBQ party at the river side.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a couple of weeks, that would be perfect to see chreey blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is the front yard of her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-114425260918483473?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/114425260918483473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=114425260918483473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114425260918483473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114425260918483473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='田舎のお家'/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-114425151558248663</id><published>2006-04-05T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:38:35.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-114425151558248663?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/114425151558248663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=114425151558248663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114425151558248663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114425151558248663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/04/inside-house_05.html' title='Inside the House'/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-114425126129336963</id><published>2006-04-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:34:21.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-114425126129336963?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/114425126129336963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=114425126129336963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114425126129336963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114425126129336963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/04/inside-house.html' title='Inside the House'/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-114347288908630067</id><published>2006-03-27T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:51:36.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Maybe it's just time to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;I know that eventually, I will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I just feel so uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have been helped by too many people and&lt;br /&gt;I got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;But now it is time to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he said, maybe it will be okay without him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would be better.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have been spoiled by people.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have relied on him too much.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I knew that he would leave one day.&lt;br /&gt;I must have known that he has his own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I kew it.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that I cannnot stop him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and I must have prepared for this way before.&lt;br /&gt;I must have expected.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But... I just feel helpless without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I want him to have no regrets in his life.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that he has already helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel helpless without him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say...&lt;br /&gt;If only I could say to him...&lt;br /&gt;"No, don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please stay here and please work with me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really could say that to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, if I also know that I'll be okay eventually, then,&lt;br /&gt;why should I worry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-114347288908630067?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/114347288908630067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=114347288908630067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114347288908630067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114347288908630067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/03/independent.html' title='Independent'/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-114218450650522055</id><published>2006-03-12T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:40:58.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0084.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/VFSH0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/320/VFSH0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lampshade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It took me about 10 days to make this lampshade.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am satisfied with it and I quite like it. It's not so bad, is it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm always happy and calm when I'm making something or when I'm painting.&lt;br /&gt;Which is very good for me and I think it's necessary for me to do these kind of things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;(This is actually what my friend said to me yesterday. =) Well, I think so too, so...)&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel good and makes me feel that I am an artist. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher or an artist. A painter for picture books...&lt;br /&gt;I studied Japanese paintings at college, and sometimes people ask me why now I'm doing this job which is teaching English.&lt;br /&gt;But for me, this is the perfect job. Because I love to talk to people, love children and this is  the things I always wanted to do, I mean I'm a teacher for kids and, even about art, I have a lot of opportunities to draw and paint in this work.&lt;br /&gt;So I think, I am very lucky to find this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... what will I make next??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-114218450650522055?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/114218450650522055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=114218450650522055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114218450650522055'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;今さら悩むことなんて何一つないはずなのに。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;長いこと、ずいぶん長いこと待ち望んでいた幸せが&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;思いがけずふと急に飛び込んでくると、何だか現実とは思えない。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;”上手くいかない。行きっこない”とずっと思い続けたおかげで&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;自分で自分に暗示をかけちゃったんだろうか？&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;私には&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;失うものなんてない。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;怖いものなんかない。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;はずなんだけどな。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;心を決めたら、思い込んだらわき見もせずに一直線。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;私のとりえだったはずなのに。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;いつの間にかだんだんいろんなことに臆病になっちゃったみたい。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;これまで&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;失ったものよりも、得たものの方が多いのに。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;どっかに落っことしてきたんだろうか。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;あの向こう見ずだった私の欠片。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;こまったな。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;それがないと&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;前に進めないんだけどな。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-114201059838489114?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/114201059838489114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=114201059838489114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114201059838489114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114201059838489114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-114087903900592772</id><published>2006-02-25T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T06:51:45.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;宮沢賢治 Kenji Miyazawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;雨ニモマケズ　風ニモマケズ&lt;br /&gt;雪ニモ夏ノ暑サニモマケヌ丈夫ナカラダヲモチ&lt;br /&gt;欲ハナク　決シテ瞋ラズ　イツモシズカニワラッテイル&lt;br /&gt;一日ニ玄米四合ト　味噌ト少シノ野菜ヲタベ&lt;br /&gt;アラユルコトヲ　ジブンヲカンジョウニ入レズニ&lt;br /&gt;ヨクミキキシワカリ　ソシテワスレズ&lt;br /&gt;野原ノ松ノ林ノ蔭ノ　小サナ萱ブキノ小屋ニイテ&lt;br /&gt;東ニ病気ノコドモアレバ　行ッテ看病シテヤリ&lt;br /&gt;西ニツカレタ母アレバ　行ッテソノ稲ノ束ヲ負イ&lt;br /&gt;南ニ死ニソウナ人アレバ　行ッテコワガラナクテモイイトイイ&lt;br /&gt;北ニケンカヤソショウガアレバツマラナイカラヤメロトイイ&lt;br /&gt;ヒデリノトキハナミダヲナガシ&lt;br /&gt;サムサノナツハオロオロアルキ&lt;br /&gt;ミンナニデクノボートヨバレ&lt;br /&gt;ホメラレモセズ　クニモサレズ&lt;br /&gt;ソウイウモノニ　ワタシハナリタイ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-114087903900592772?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/114087903900592772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=114087903900592772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114087903900592772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/114087903900592772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-favorite-poem-kenji-miyazawa.html' title=''/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20508415.post-113652091462113456</id><published>2006-01-05T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:41:41.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I accidentally erased my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, since I broke up with my boyfriend I had been thinking about making a new blog page anyway. Because I kind of knew that he was reading my blog and that made it difficult to write. I just couldn't write anything on that blog any more even I didn't need to worry about it. And so, I was trying to make my 2nd blog page. Then I erased the 1st blog somehow or other.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still worried that if he would find this blog, which is ridiculous I know. And I also know that he doesn't care about me any more, at least, less than I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will write anything that I want anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This is me. Everything comes from inside of me will be "me".&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will stay my friend whatever you find about me in this blog. Oh, yes, this is stupid to say. But as you all know, I am scared to lose someone and that is one of my biggest problems.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still scared.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will not think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;ブログを誤って削除してしまった。&lt;br /&gt;とは言え、彼氏と別れてから、いずれにしても新しいブログのページを作ろうと考えてはいた。彼が私のブログを読んでいることを知っていて、それが気になって書くのが変に難しくなっちゃったから。彼を意識して書けないなんてばかばかしいとわかっていても、とにかく何にもかけなくなってしまったのだ。そんな訳で新しいブログを作ろうとしていて、どういう訳かもとのページを消してしまった。&lt;br /&gt;新しいページに変えた今でも、もしかしたらそのうち見つけられるんじゃないかと少し不安。（自信過剰）もちろんそれがすっごくバカげてるってことはよくわかっているし、彼は私が思うほど私の事をもう意識してないってことも十分わかってる。&lt;br /&gt;そう。バカげてる。だからやっぱり書きたいことを書くことにする。&lt;br /&gt;これが私。いいこともそうでないことも、私の中から生まれるものは全部"私"なんだ。&lt;br /&gt;みんながこのページで私のどんな醜い部分を見つけても、ずっと友達でいてくれることを切に願う。&lt;br /&gt;はい。そうです。こんなことを言うのは大変オバカです。超オバカ。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;でもみんなも知っているように、 "人に嫌われること"が、私は何よりも怖い。なかなか乗り越えられない私の大きな問題の一つ。&lt;br /&gt;そうなの。まだそんなこと言うてるの。怖いの。&lt;br /&gt;ま、気負いせずに行くことにしよう。&lt;br /&gt;ほな、行こかいな。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20508415-113652091462113456?l=buzzybee333.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/feeds/113652091462113456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20508415&amp;postID=113652091462113456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/113652091462113456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20508415/posts/default/113652091462113456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buzzybee333.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-accidentally-erased-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Beano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879229957398925829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3160/1325/1600/PiggyPiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
