<?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-8035051858128693160</id><updated>2012-02-02T03:16:06.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady sonja</title><subtitle type='html'>Digital Wunderkammer of a girl who has an unusually spelt name.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonjawithaj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonjawithaj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sonja With a J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726876187806873395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035051858128693160.post-6892126759205845845</id><published>2008-01-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:40:37.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foods of the World</title><summary type='text'>1.Chinese Food Chinese food varies by region. In northern China, Mongolian influences are evident especially in the use of the fire pot. Rice is not grown in the north, so noodles, soybeans and breads are used more often. In the mountainous regions to the west, spicy foods are more prevalent. These forms are Szechuan and Hunan. In the south, Cantonese styles prevail. Fresh fruit and seafood are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default/6892126759205845845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default/6892126759205845845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonjawithaj.blogspot.com/2008/01/foods-of-world.html' title='Foods of the World'/><author><name>Sonja With a J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726876187806873395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035051858128693160.post-3194982621479005228</id><published>2008-01-01T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:31:50.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is my dream</title><summary type='text'>I remember once my psychoanalysis teacher told us that your language could never tell the most truly feeling in your heart. He has the reason! Just like now, I feel my heart is filled with something complex, I’m so willing to write them down, but unfortunately, I can’t, I just have no words to express them. Yesterday, I’ve had an interview, which is quite important for me, with KENZO, my favorite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default/3194982621479005228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default/3194982621479005228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonjawithaj.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-is-my-dream.html' title='where is my dream'/><author><name>Sonja With a J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726876187806873395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035051858128693160.post-1409387850717050614</id><published>2008-01-01T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:34:43.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas of saw</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I saw a movie named saw. To tell the truth, I didn’t understand it very well. This movie is famous for its scared scenes and thrill stories. It turns out absolutely true. The reason I watched it is that I accidentally read an article about its content and plot which is out of everybody’s expectation. That article is excellent, which told me the reason why it got success though it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default/1409387850717050614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default/1409387850717050614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonjawithaj.blogspot.com/2008/01/ideas-of-saw.html' title='Ideas of saw'/><author><name>Sonja With a J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726876187806873395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035051858128693160.post-8176671405888345916</id><published>2008-01-01T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:31:25.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am a Happy Girl</title><summary type='text'>I am at school and I have grown up. I must learn to be independent. When I was at home, my father, mother, and grandmother all still treat me as a little girl and give me anything I want and arranged everything very well for me. If some dishes is what I like to eat or I want to eat, my parents and my grandmother would make it for me or buy it for me at once. This summer holiday, I told my mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default/8176671405888345916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035051858128693160/posts/default/8176671405888345916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonjawithaj.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-happy-girl.html' title='I Am a Happy Girl'/><author><name>Sonja With a J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09726876187806873395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
