<?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-8440530</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:29:02.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>＊～Dreams Come True ～＊</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111701246594431438</id><published>2005-05-25T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:14:25.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingernail art book...</title><content type='html'>I felt happy because my friend gave me the latest Japanese fingernail art book. As I opened the book and read it, I discovered many beautiful and fascinating pictures in it. I picked out a very cute picture, followed every step in the book, and painted my fingernails with bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;  It suddenly struck me that I might open a fingernail painting salon. In my shop, there would be more than just fingernail painting. It might include a hairdressing salon.That way, people wouldn't feel bored when they stepped into the shop. The customers could talk to the hair dresser and the manicurist at the same time about what fingernail paint and hairstyle they'd like. And people would enjoy the luxurious services of having their hair styled and having their fingernail painted.&lt;br /&gt;  It will be so wonderful if my dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111701246594431438?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111701246594431438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111701246594431438' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111701246594431438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111701246594431438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/05/fingernail-art-book.html' title='Fingernail art book...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111616034397096050</id><published>2005-05-15T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:32:23.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream...</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I had a interesting dream...&lt;br /&gt;  I dreamed about that I have the ability to develop something new. I invent a kind of candies which have magic power and different from each color. Red candies can make people have more power to support something that he or she decided to give up before. Orange candies can make people have more courage to solve any problem. Yellow candies can make people be more optimistic to face the real life. Green candies can make people feel relaxed if he or she is going to do something seriously. Blue candies can make people have a sweet dream and have good-humored in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;  I feel interested about my dream, and I think that will be a great idea to develop. If these candies really existed in the world, maybe the world will become more colorful and companionate. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111616034397096050?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111616034397096050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111616034397096050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111616034397096050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111616034397096050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-dream.html' title='My dream...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111615739366219721</id><published>2005-05-15T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:40:41.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best type of job</title><content type='html'>When I was a little girl, my relations always told me that being a teacher is a wonderful job and if I really became a teacher in the future, my parent will be pound of me so much. So during my childhood, I always wanted to get higher grade in order to make sure that I would be a teacher someday.&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up day by day, I found that I would like to be a diplomatist instead of a teacher. What reasons make me change my mind? Actually, I am not sure. But in my opinion, being a diplomatist is an interesting job and it is such attractive to me. Being a diplomatist needs fluent eloquence and nimble sense of occasion. It is what I want to be. I wish I can be an intelligent, habile and promising woman in my future, so I think that being a diplomatist is not only a wish, but also an objective for me.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I concerned, it is interesting to be a diplomatist. Such as you can learn how to make a peaceful diplomacy, how to produce a cheerful conversation, and make friends with foreign officers! These are what I really interested in!&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, I think that being a diplomatist is a wonderful job, and I wish someday I could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111615739366219721?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111615739366219721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111615739366219721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111615739366219721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111615739366219721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/05/best-type-of-job.html' title='The best type of job'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111526852104814118</id><published>2005-05-04T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:48:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day to attend the practice of girl's basketball team on our foreign language department. In the beginning, I was late for a few time, but the teammates were no mind about that. And then I introduced myself to the team leader and so did she. Our team leader is a tall and beautiful girl. Ar first I even can't believe that she is our team leader. But in the fact, she played pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;  And then we started to practice some basic actions, such as ballhanding, shoot balls at the free throw line...etc. A lthough the practice just only spent about one hour(because some people had exam tommorrow), we still sweated and got a little tired. Anyway, I feel so excited and I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111526852104814118?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111526852104814118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111526852104814118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111526852104814118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111526852104814118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/05/basketball.html' title='Basketball...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111340837254192499</id><published>2005-04-13T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:06:12.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Tidy up</title><content type='html'>I don't need to go to work for recently three days. Suddenly, I find out that I have more time which belongs to me than before. Such feeling makes me feel so happy and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Because I had went to work for recently days and not to take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;  In the dormitory, I find that my seat is in disorder terribly, so I decide to clean it up! First, I wash my dirty clothes for lately two days and then put these clothes to dry in the sun. Second, I clean up my escritoire and put my five pairs of shoes under it. After rearranging these things, I feel a sense of achievement. I like it!&lt;br /&gt;  Now, I think that having the time which belongs to me is important, and I also feel that although tidy up make people tired, it can be more fun when you do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111340837254192499?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111340837254192499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111340837254192499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111340837254192499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111340837254192499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-and-tidy-up.html' title='Time and Tidy up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111220853040198914</id><published>2005-03-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T02:48:50.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports</title><content type='html'>I like to take exercise for keeping my physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking exercise is a good way to release the pressure of daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most sports are interesting, but I like swimming and badminton best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was ten, I began to swim and love it gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually go swimming with my family on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we also play badminton just on the esplanade near my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing these exercises promotes the affection between me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, swimming can make your body show the perfect curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also can train your breathing capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, taking exercise often can make people more healthily and look better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111220853040198914?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111220853040198914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111220853040198914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111220853040198914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111220853040198914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/03/sports.html' title='Sports'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111149704255938665</id><published>2005-03-22T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:10:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the city</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night, my roommate and I felt bored, so that we decided to rent at the DVD. When we entered the DVD store, there were so many DVD that we were hesitatingly to choose one from those. Finally, we decided to rent at the DVD of "Sex and the City."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After watching the DVD, I had some idea with it. In the modern social, women who have their autonomy and also can own their freedom of thinking. Athough there are four concupiscent women who always talking about sex, I still like them very much. Because I feel that they are beautiful and mature, most impotant of all, I like the life they live! They make me feel that women also can do many things by themself, not just men can do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111149704255938665?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111149704255938665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111149704255938665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111149704255938665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111149704255938665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/03/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the city'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111099966949267207</id><published>2005-03-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T03:01:09.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accost...</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I went home by taking train with my roommate,Ivy. When we go to buy the train tickets, the ticket seller told us there is just one ticket which has seat. So we have to sit the seat aiternately.&lt;br /&gt;  I sat the seat and listen to the music which played by mp3 first. After about one hour, it was Ivy's turn to sit the seat. As I stood in the train, for a while, I found a strange visual line which look me all the time. At first, I didn't mind that and told myself -"Maybe he is not looking at you, don't think too much." But when I sat down again, I found that he stood up and searched where I sat. At that time, I began to feel something strange.&lt;br /&gt;  Later, Ivy went to the toilet. For a while, I felt that someone touched my shoulder,I turned my head back, found that man was standing next to my seat already! Frankly speaking, I got shock, but I still answered him friendly. He said that he wanted to be my friend and wanted to conversation with me. People around me on the aisle were all pipe down, how embarrassed I was at that time!&lt;br /&gt;  Althought that man looked like a kind man, but I still didn't give him my phone number. I think, if we got the chance, we will meet each other some day. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111099966949267207?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111099966949267207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111099966949267207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111099966949267207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111099966949267207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/03/accost.html' title='Accost...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-111039138073773871</id><published>2005-03-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T02:03:00.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homosexual</title><content type='html'>In North America and Western Europe, homosexuality has been accept as a normal form of sexuality. Although not everyone agrees with this position, legisiation in many countries ensures that the rights of homosexual people are the same as those of heterosexual people.&lt;br /&gt;  In my senior high school, lesbians are all over around. Why? Because I studied in a girls' school. As far as I concerned, I feel lesbians are such common as heterosexual people, so we can't take the light of despise to them. Because everyone has his or her autonomy to choose what people they are willing to take care of, even though his or her comate are the same sexual.&lt;br /&gt;  Frankly speaking, I ever like a girl before, so I think it's not irregular to be a lisbian, but those people who look lesbian down should be more mature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-111039138073773871?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/111039138073773871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=111039138073773871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111039138073773871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/111039138073773871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2005/03/homosexual.html' title='Homosexual'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-110538493092761260</id><published>2004-12-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T03:22:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken up</title><content type='html'>    I broken up with my boyfriend. The reason is...the distance between us. He studies in I-lan, and I study in 新竹. We can hardly get contact, because he is busy in school and his cell phone was broken off. In that way, I don't know the daily life how he lives, and as he does.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Frankly speaking, I was painfully sad very much. I can't stop crying by myself and shiver unconsciously. At that night, I feel fear and helpless, just like a bird lost its way to fly. I can't describe that awful feeling. At that time, I feel a little despairing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-110538493092761260?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/110538493092761260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=110538493092761260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/110538493092761260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/110538493092761260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2004/12/broken-up.html' title='Broken up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440530.post-110321923905388096</id><published>2004-12-16T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:47:19.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  concert...</title><content type='html'>  October  15,  I  went  to  join  the  concert  which  hold  by  our  university.  It's  so  funny  that  I  had  lots  of  fun!!   In  the  concert,  everybody  waver  their body   with  the  music  and  get  high.  And  the  most  important  thing  is...  my  idol,  Stanley,  will  be  in  the  live  show!!  Oh~  the  news  let  me  excite  so  much!!!  Oh~Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440530-110321923905388096?l=royalnashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/feeds/110321923905388096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440530&amp;postID=110321923905388096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/110321923905388096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440530/posts/default/110321923905388096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royalnashi.blogspot.com/2004/12/concert.html' title='The  concert...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433808789973442656</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
