English Recordings

Escalus, Prince of Verona:
What's the matter with you people?You're behaving like wild animals. Stop fighting immediately! It's the first time this has happened because of you Capulet and you Montague! The whole of Verona has had enough of this. If it happens again, I'll have those responsible executed! Now, clear the square!

Yoko was born in beautiful Okinawa, she lived on this Japanese island with her family and had lots of friends. When she arrived in lille,3 years ago, she didn't know anyone. Her main problem was that she could not speak French so meeting people was really complicated. She could not read signs and finding her way in the city was kind of scary. she could not enjoy watching TV, or listening to the radio or going to the cinema. Even surfing the web was difficult because the keyboard of her computer was in French too. At first, She often felt frustrated and isolated, she didn't go out much. She really needed to learn French. She started a course and gradually got used to speaking and hearing French. Life became easier as she was learning but it was a slow process.

Okinawa is a subtropical island surrounded by the ocean, Yoko was used to living in the sun by the sea. In Lille, If you want to swim, you must go to a crowded swimming pool. What a difference! At first she thought Lille weather was depressing but she got used to it and even started enjoying it. The change of the seasons was a new experience. She got used to the snow in winter, to the slow arrival of Spring, to having meals in the garden in Summer. She also got used to the comfort of the fireplace when everything looks grey outside. Making her first snowman is one of her best memories ever..... Now she is really used to living in the city but sometimes when the wind blows she closes her eyes and remembers her sunny island.

In Okinawa, Yoko was used to eating rice and fish with chopsticks. She loved picking and eating tropical fruit like papayas or mangoes. In Lille was so different!.... At first, She went to markets and shops looking for Japanese food but she quicky realised it would be impossible to eat in France like in Japan. She had to try what is available in French shops. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes it was surprising. What do you do with those strange veggies called "turnips" or " raddishes" or "beetoots", How do you choose bread? How do you pick the right cheese? the right wine? There were so many things she didn't know... The worst part was preparing meat.... in Japan, the meat you buy is ready to cook: it's cut into pieces or minced, in France, you get huge bloody chunks of meat .... What are you supposed to do with them? After a while, Yoko managed to learn and enjoyed trying new tastes. Now she is a true "Chef". Her jiaozis are as good as her spaghetti-bolognese.

As Yoko is a clever open-minded young lady, she has adapted rather easily. She has learned to mix the two cultures, now she can really make the most of her new life.

I brought home a brand new TV
And switched on but naught could I see
Now here comes the rub
When bought in a pub
You don't get a year's guarantee

Lots of oxygen's good for the brain
For without it one could go insane
And there is no disguise
For the look in the eyes
When one's health has gone right down the drain

How to spell the potato have tried
Many minds, sometimes mine, I’ll confide
Though it may have an eye
There’s no E – don’t ask why
Not until it’s been baked, boiled or fried

I brought home a brand new TV
And switched on but naught could I see
Now here comes the rub
When bought in a pub
You don't get a year's guarantee

Lots of oxygen's good for the brain
For without it one could go insane
And there is no disguise
For the look in the eyes
When one's health has gone right down the drain

How to spell the potato have tried
Many minds, sometimes mine, I’ll confide
Though it may have an eye
There’s no E – don’t ask why
Not until it’s been baked, boiled or fried

I brought home a brand new TV
And switched on but naught could I see
Now here comes the rub
When bought in a pub
You don't get a year's guarantee

Lots of oxygen's good for the brain
For without it one could go insane
And there is no disguise
For the look in the eyes
When one's health has gone right down the drain

How to spell the potato have tried
Many minds, sometimes mine, I’ll confide
Though it may have an eye
There’s no E – don’t ask why
Not until it’s been baked, boiled or fried

After swimming and taking a shower at my new gym yesterday, I looked at myself in the mirror. I'd never seen myself having such red dots on my cheeks in my life. It was a "me" like no other!

Then, I rushed to get dressed and jumped into my car. I headed to the dermatologist's office, as she'd given me a sulfur-lotion last week.

I told her that it might have induced inflammation in my skin.

To my surprise, the 60 something year old female doctor majestically clarified her intention in giving me the lotion.

She said to me, "It's a harsh measure against both your skin and the critters, but you need to exterminate them by using sulfur, anyway! Otherwise, you will keep having red dots until the cows come home!"

I was amazed by her blunt, but confident attitude.

Her dignity got the best of me. Although I don't like people treating me bluntly, I was surprised to find that I am like that myself.

I've decided to follow her instructions, at any rate...

(2013.3.1) A movie:
How are you all?
It's very late at night.
I'd like to talk about a movie that I watched with my family tonight, but it's too late to talk about it now.
• I 'm just attaching the movies posters.
• See you tomorrow.
• Oh, there were a few violent scenes in the movie, because it`s a story about gangs and the police and also one man who is spy.
• I'll talk about the details of the story tomorrow.
• Good night! Bye~

to forbid, I forbade, forbidden

play handball, jump on a trampoline, do gymnastics, do judo, play basketball, play badminton

According to Maori mythology, tattooing began with a love affair between a young warrior
named Mataora and a young princess of the underworld called Niwareka. They were happy
for some time until Mataora became jealous and enraged. One day Mataora beat his wife.
Niwareka then left her husband, fled and ran back to her father who was king of the underworld. Mataora felt guilty and heartbroken. Mataora mourned for Niwareka for some time,
and then he decided to set out to find her. Before he left, he dressed in his finest clothes and
painted his face, hoping he could win back her love. After many trials, and after overcoming
numerous obstacles, Mataora eventually arrived in the underworld. He was exhausted, his
face paint was messed up and dirty after his voyage. Niwareka’s family mocked Mataora for
his dreadful appearance. Mataora begged Niwareka for forgiveness, she eventually accepted
his apology. Niwareka’s father then offered to teach Mataora the art of tattooing. Mataora
and Niwareka then returned together to the human world, Mataora brought back the arts of
ta moko to his people. And that was how the Maori came to have their distinct type of tattoo.