Hi all.
Thank you for always visiting to my blog "Tomorrow is a new day."
My blog moved to a new blog "The love-gift of a fairy-tale."
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If you're interested, please come to my new blog:)
Thank you for reading.
Yurina Yamada
2014年4月20日日曜日
2014年2月3日月曜日
The Phantom of the Opera -- Week 15
Hi, everyone:) Today I have a test. This test is the last test of the freshman. I don't know if I can get a good score, but I'll do my best!!
I read The Phantom of the Opera by Jennifer Bassett. Publisher is Oxford University and the book has only 56 pages, so it was easy for me to read.
It is 1880, in the Opera House in Paris. Everybody is talking about the Phantom of the Opera, the ghost that lives somewhere under the Opera House. The Phantom is a man in black clothes. He is a body without a head, he is a head without a body. He has a yellow face, he has no nose, he has black holes for eyes. Everybody is afraid of the Phantom - the singers, the dancers, the directors, the stage workers...
Christine Daae is wonderful, the best singer in the world. All Paris says that Christine has the voice of an angel. In fact, she has a music teacher. She never sees him, she only hears his voice. He teaches her how to sing in her dressing-room on Tuesday night. He is a wonderful singer and makes her famous. Christine believes he is the angel of music, but in fact he is the Phantom of the Opera. He isn't a ghost, he's a man and his name is Erick. He loves Christine and wants her to be his wife. Chrsitine is fascinated and drawn towards Erick, but she falls in love with her childhood sweetheart, the Vicomte de Changy, Raoul. Erick is madly jealous and going to kill Raoul. Christine, to save Raoul, agrees to marry Erick and kisses him. Erick put his ugly face in his hands and cries because that is his first kiss from a woman. Even his mother never kisses him and gives him his first mask when he is two years old. Erick makes Christen go with Raoul and disappears forever.
It is a very sad story. I pity for the Phantom of the Opera, Erick. When I was a junior high school student, I watched the movie which was showed in 2004. The movie, especially the last scene moved me to tears. The soundtrack of the movie is also great. I want you to watch the movie or read the book.
Through this blog, I could know the pleasure of reading a western book and writing an article in English. This blog also makes my English skills including Reading and Writing improve. I was very glad to enjoy doing the assignment. Thank you very much for reading my blog for a year:)
I read The Phantom of the Opera by Jennifer Bassett. Publisher is Oxford University and the book has only 56 pages, so it was easy for me to read.
It is 1880, in the Opera House in Paris. Everybody is talking about the Phantom of the Opera, the ghost that lives somewhere under the Opera House. The Phantom is a man in black clothes. He is a body without a head, he is a head without a body. He has a yellow face, he has no nose, he has black holes for eyes. Everybody is afraid of the Phantom - the singers, the dancers, the directors, the stage workers...Christine Daae is wonderful, the best singer in the world. All Paris says that Christine has the voice of an angel. In fact, she has a music teacher. She never sees him, she only hears his voice. He teaches her how to sing in her dressing-room on Tuesday night. He is a wonderful singer and makes her famous. Christine believes he is the angel of music, but in fact he is the Phantom of the Opera. He isn't a ghost, he's a man and his name is Erick. He loves Christine and wants her to be his wife. Chrsitine is fascinated and drawn towards Erick, but she falls in love with her childhood sweetheart, the Vicomte de Changy, Raoul. Erick is madly jealous and going to kill Raoul. Christine, to save Raoul, agrees to marry Erick and kisses him. Erick put his ugly face in his hands and cries because that is his first kiss from a woman. Even his mother never kisses him and gives him his first mask when he is two years old. Erick makes Christen go with Raoul and disappears forever.
It is a very sad story. I pity for the Phantom of the Opera, Erick. When I was a junior high school student, I watched the movie which was showed in 2004. The movie, especially the last scene moved me to tears. The soundtrack of the movie is also great. I want you to watch the movie or read the book.
Through this blog, I could know the pleasure of reading a western book and writing an article in English. This blog also makes my English skills including Reading and Writing improve. I was very glad to enjoy doing the assignment. Thank you very much for reading my blog for a year:)
Love Story -- Week 14
Hi, everyone:) Spring vacation is coming soon! Do you have any plans for? I have a lot of plans, for example, going to driving school, participating in English camp, meeting with my friends in Shizuoka, Tokyo and Kobe. I'm looking forward to them;)
Well, I'll introduce a new book. I read Love Story by Erich Segal. Publisher was Oxford University Press, so the book wasn't so long and difficult for me to read.
This is a love story about Oliver and Jennifer. Oliver Barrett the Fourth is a big Harvard sportsman. He's rich, he's clever, he's good with girls. His father is a rich banker in Boston. Jennifer Cavilleri is a music student. She's beautiful, she's clever… and she thinks big Harvard sportsmen are stupid. Her father is a poor baker in Rhode Island.
Oliver meets Jennifer at the library on the Radcliffe campus. They fall in love and get married even though Oliver's father informs him that if he marries Jenny, he will be cut off from the family fortune. One day, however, a doctor tells them that Jennifer has a fatal type of leukemia and doesn't have much time left. Jennifer becomes so ill that she agrees to be placed in the hospital. Oliver stops going to work, preferring to be at Jennifer's side as often as she will allow. Oliver wants Jennifer to have everything she needs, so he goes to his father and asks for five thousand dollars without telling his father why. However, Jennifer's health declines quickly and she died. When Oliver leaves the hospital after his wife's death, he finds his father rushing in. Oliver's father has just learned of Jennifer's illness and has come to support his son. Oliver allows himself to be consoled in his father's arms for the first time since he was a small child.
I was moved by the story. There are the words "Love means you never have to say you're sorry." in the book. I think they are so wonderful. In next blog, I will introduce another book!
Well, I'll introduce a new book. I read Love Story by Erich Segal. Publisher was Oxford University Press, so the book wasn't so long and difficult for me to read.
This is a love story about Oliver and Jennifer. Oliver Barrett the Fourth is a big Harvard sportsman. He's rich, he's clever, he's good with girls. His father is a rich banker in Boston. Jennifer Cavilleri is a music student. She's beautiful, she's clever… and she thinks big Harvard sportsmen are stupid. Her father is a poor baker in Rhode Island. Oliver meets Jennifer at the library on the Radcliffe campus. They fall in love and get married even though Oliver's father informs him that if he marries Jenny, he will be cut off from the family fortune. One day, however, a doctor tells them that Jennifer has a fatal type of leukemia and doesn't have much time left. Jennifer becomes so ill that she agrees to be placed in the hospital. Oliver stops going to work, preferring to be at Jennifer's side as often as she will allow. Oliver wants Jennifer to have everything she needs, so he goes to his father and asks for five thousand dollars without telling his father why. However, Jennifer's health declines quickly and she died. When Oliver leaves the hospital after his wife's death, he finds his father rushing in. Oliver's father has just learned of Jennifer's illness and has come to support his son. Oliver allows himself to be consoled in his father's arms for the first time since he was a small child.
I was moved by the story. There are the words "Love means you never have to say you're sorry." in the book. I think they are so wonderful. In next blog, I will introduce another book!
2014年1月5日日曜日
Happy New Year ☆
Happy New Year, everyone;) I paid a visit to Kitano Tenmangu Shrine on New Year's Day! There were many visitors, so the shrine was very crowded and it was very hard to walk:( But, there were also many street stalls and the shrine had a lively atmosphere, so I had a good time! On New Year's Eve, I went to see the movie ”Eien No Zero” with my friend. The movie moved me to tears:'(
2013年12月12日木曜日
Tuesdays with Morrie -- Week 13
Hi, everyone:) Yesterday I went to see the movie ”The Perks of Being a Wallflower” with my friend. It was very amazing movie, and Emma Watson was appeared on the screen. She is very beautiful. I'd like to recommend it to you!
I finished reading the book, so I will write its last article!
Morrie died on a Satuday morning.The funeral was held on a damp, windy morning. The grass was wet and the sky was the color of milk. Although hundreds of people had wanted to attend, Morrie's wife kept this gathering small, just a few close friends and relatives. It was Tuesday.
In this book, Mitch wrote the following:
"None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded. But if Professor Morris Schwartz taught me anything at all, it was this: there is no such thing as 'too late' in life. He was changing until the day he said good-bye."
"The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week, in his home, by a window in his study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink flowers. The class met on Tuesdays. No books were required. The subject was the meaning of life. It was taught from experience. The teaching goes on."
I was very happy to finish reading the book. It was nonfiction, so I deeply learned about the meaning of life. One of my favorite Morrie's words is that "there is no such thing as 'too late' in life." I want to continue to challenge myself to new things!
In next blog, I will introduce a new book! I hope you will be looking forward to it:D
I finished reading the book, so I will write its last article!
Morrie died on a Satuday morning.The funeral was held on a damp, windy morning. The grass was wet and the sky was the color of milk. Although hundreds of people had wanted to attend, Morrie's wife kept this gathering small, just a few close friends and relatives. It was Tuesday.
"None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded. But if Professor Morris Schwartz taught me anything at all, it was this: there is no such thing as 'too late' in life. He was changing until the day he said good-bye."
"The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week, in his home, by a window in his study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink flowers. The class met on Tuesdays. No books were required. The subject was the meaning of life. It was taught from experience. The teaching goes on."
I was very happy to finish reading the book. It was nonfiction, so I deeply learned about the meaning of life. One of my favorite Morrie's words is that "there is no such thing as 'too late' in life." I want to continue to challenge myself to new things!
In next blog, I will introduce a new book! I hope you will be looking forward to it:D
2013年12月9日月曜日
Tuesdays with Morrie -- Week 12
Hi, everyone:) I watched the movies ”Ghost”, ”The terminator” and ”The Terminator 2: Judgment Day” last week. These movies are one of the masterpieces and their theme song is very famous! I enjoy watching them very much, but my best movie is ”The Terminator 2: Judgment Day” because this movie moved me deeply. Have you ever seen these movies?:D
The Thirteenth Tuesday: We Talk About the Perfect Day
Morrie wanted to be cremated. He had discussed it with his wife, and they decided it was the best way. And he began to tell Mitch the following.
"It's natural to die," Morrie said. "The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don't see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we're human we're something above nature." He smiled at the plant. "We're not. Everything that gets born, dies." He looked at Mitch. "Do you accept that?"
"Yes," Mitch answered. "All right," he whispered, "now here's the payoff. Here is how we are different from these wonderful plants and animals. As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live onーin the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here."
Morrie also said, "Death ends a life, not a relationship."
The Fourteenth Tuesday: We Say Good-bye
It was cold and damp as Mitch walked up the steps, to Morrie's house. Morrie's wife had called the day before to tell Mitch Morrie "was not doing well." This was her way of saying the final days had arrived. Morrie had cancelled all of his appointment and had been sleeping much of the time, which was unlike him. He never cared for sleeping, not when there were people he could talk with. "Morrie wants you to come visit," his wife said, "but, Mitch ．．．he's very weak."
Mitch entered the room, pushing a smile onto his face. Mitch and Morrie talked for a while, and then Mitch said, "I don't know how to say good-bye." Morrie patted Mitch's hand weakly, keeping it on his chest. "This ．．．is how we say ．．．good-bye ．．．" Morrie breathed softly, in and out, I could feel his rib cage rise and fall. Then he looked right at me. "Love ．．．you," he rasped. "Know you do ．．．know ．．．something else ．．．" Mitch asked, "What else do you know?" "You ．．．always have ．．．" Morrie's eyes got small, and then he cried, his face contorting like a baby who hasn't figured how his tear ducts work. Mitch held him close for several minutes. Mitch rubbed his loose skin. Mitch stroked his hair. Mitch put a palm against his face and felt the bones close to the flesh and the tiny wet tears, as if squeezed from a dropper.
When Morrie's breathing approached normal again, Mitch cleared his throat and said he knew Morrie was tired, so he would be back next Tuesday.
But they would never meet again.
I think the Morrie's words "Death ends a life, not a relationship" are so great! In next blog, I will write the last article of the book.
The Thirteenth Tuesday: We Talk About the Perfect Day
Morrie wanted to be cremated. He had discussed it with his wife, and they decided it was the best way. And he began to tell Mitch the following.
"It's natural to die," Morrie said. "The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don't see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we're human we're something above nature." He smiled at the plant. "We're not. Everything that gets born, dies." He looked at Mitch. "Do you accept that?"
"Yes," Mitch answered. "All right," he whispered, "now here's the payoff. Here is how we are different from these wonderful plants and animals. As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live onーin the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here."
Morrie also said, "Death ends a life, not a relationship."
The Fourteenth Tuesday: We Say Good-bye
It was cold and damp as Mitch walked up the steps, to Morrie's house. Morrie's wife had called the day before to tell Mitch Morrie "was not doing well." This was her way of saying the final days had arrived. Morrie had cancelled all of his appointment and had been sleeping much of the time, which was unlike him. He never cared for sleeping, not when there were people he could talk with. "Morrie wants you to come visit," his wife said, "but, Mitch ．．．he's very weak."
Mitch entered the room, pushing a smile onto his face. Mitch and Morrie talked for a while, and then Mitch said, "I don't know how to say good-bye." Morrie patted Mitch's hand weakly, keeping it on his chest. "This ．．．is how we say ．．．good-bye ．．．" Morrie breathed softly, in and out, I could feel his rib cage rise and fall. Then he looked right at me. "Love ．．．you," he rasped. "Know you do ．．．know ．．．something else ．．．" Mitch asked, "What else do you know?" "You ．．．always have ．．．" Morrie's eyes got small, and then he cried, his face contorting like a baby who hasn't figured how his tear ducts work. Mitch held him close for several minutes. Mitch rubbed his loose skin. Mitch stroked his hair. Mitch put a palm against his face and felt the bones close to the flesh and the tiny wet tears, as if squeezed from a dropper.
When Morrie's breathing approached normal again, Mitch cleared his throat and said he knew Morrie was tired, so he would be back next Tuesday.
But they would never meet again.
I think the Morrie's words "Death ends a life, not a relationship" are so great! In next blog, I will write the last article of the book.
2013年12月8日日曜日
Tuesdays with Morrie -- Week 11
Hi, everyone:) We took TOEIC test four days ago, didn't we? I don't know if I can get a better mark than before, but I can feel my Reading Skills improved by reading a Western book. Don't you think so???
The Eleventh Tuesday: We talk About Our Culture
Outside, it was jacket weather, early October, the leaves clumped in piles on the lawns. Morrie's disease was now dangerously close to his surrender spot, his lungs.
Morrie said, "The problem, Mitch, is that we don't believe we are as much alike as we are. Whites and blacks, Catholics and Protestants, men and women. If we saw each other as more alike, we might be very eager to join in one big human family in this world, and to care about that family the way we care about our town. But believe me, when you are dying, you see it is true. We all have the same beginningーbirthーand we all have the same endーdeath. So how difficult can we be? Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Build a little community of those you love and who love you."
Morrie squeezed Mitch's hand gently. Mitch squeezed back together. Morrie smiled and said, "In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive, right? And at the end of life, when you get like me, you need others to survive, right?" Morrie's voice dropped to a whisper. "But here's the secret: in between, we need others as well."
The Twelfth Tuesday: We Talk About Forgiveness
The sky was rainy and dark, and Morrie was beneath a blanket. Mitch sat at the far end of his chair, holding his bare feet.
"Mitch," Morrie said. "It's not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive ourselves."
"Ourselves?" Mitch asked.
"Yes," Morrie answered. "For all the things we didn't do. All the things we should have done. You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened. That doesn't help you when you get to where I am. I always wished I had done more with my work; I wished I had written more books. I used to beat myself up over it. Now I see that never did any good. Make peace. You need to make peace with yourself and everyone around you."
Mitch learned over and dabbed at the tears with a tissue. Morrie flicked his eyes open and closed. His breathing was audible, like a light snore. Morrie said, "Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others."
I didn't know that I need to forgive myself. I'm always regretting things, but I want to forgive myself and go foreword from now on!
The Eleventh Tuesday: We talk About Our Culture
Outside, it was jacket weather, early October, the leaves clumped in piles on the lawns. Morrie's disease was now dangerously close to his surrender spot, his lungs.
Morrie said, "The problem, Mitch, is that we don't believe we are as much alike as we are. Whites and blacks, Catholics and Protestants, men and women. If we saw each other as more alike, we might be very eager to join in one big human family in this world, and to care about that family the way we care about our town. But believe me, when you are dying, you see it is true. We all have the same beginningーbirthーand we all have the same endーdeath. So how difficult can we be? Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Build a little community of those you love and who love you."
Morrie squeezed Mitch's hand gently. Mitch squeezed back together. Morrie smiled and said, "In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive, right? And at the end of life, when you get like me, you need others to survive, right?" Morrie's voice dropped to a whisper. "But here's the secret: in between, we need others as well."
The Twelfth Tuesday: We Talk About Forgiveness
The sky was rainy and dark, and Morrie was beneath a blanket. Mitch sat at the far end of his chair, holding his bare feet.
"Mitch," Morrie said. "It's not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive ourselves."
"Ourselves?" Mitch asked.
"Yes," Morrie answered. "For all the things we didn't do. All the things we should have done. You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened. That doesn't help you when you get to where I am. I always wished I had done more with my work; I wished I had written more books. I used to beat myself up over it. Now I see that never did any good. Make peace. You need to make peace with yourself and everyone around you."
Mitch learned over and dabbed at the tears with a tissue. Morrie flicked his eyes open and closed. His breathing was audible, like a light snore. Morrie said, "Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others."
I didn't know that I need to forgive myself. I'm always regretting things, but I want to forgive myself and go foreword from now on!
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