<?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-4627742280186493464</id><updated>2011-11-28T10:48:48.304+11:00</updated><category term='The funniest thing I ever saw was...'/><category term='I would like to design a house in the Blue Moutains.'/><category term='Sometimes I feel shy when...'/><category term='The kindest person I know is my mother'/><category term='My life in Sydney'/><category term='My favourite food is...'/><category term='If I could'/><title type='text'>Bo Liang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627742280186493464.post-6285005342736195628</id><published>2007-10-24T15:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:59:29.534+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.rta.nsw.gov.au/licensing/tests/driverknowledgetest/demonstrationdriverknowledgetest/index.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627742280186493464&amp;postID=6285005342736195628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/6285005342736195628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/6285005342736195628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/2007/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627742280186493464.post-596797856382826004</id><published>2007-09-20T14:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:15:07.502+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could be an animal, I would be...</title><summary type='text'>If I could be an animal, I would be a horse. Because horses are human's friend. They are mild and lovely in disposition. They have strong bodied and they run like lighting. I enjoy riding horse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627742280186493464&amp;postID=596797856382826004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/596797856382826004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/596797856382826004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-could-be-animal-i-would-be.html' title='If I could be an animal, I would be...'/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RvHzxb0VUHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zmd6JcccVxE/s72-c/horse+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627742280186493464.post-4638195687187727752</id><published>2007-09-08T12:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:07:19.752+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I feel shy when...'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I feel shy when...</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel shy when my trouses fly is open. That's nervous time. If somebody sees it before me, I'm really shy. I use my hand to cover and quickly turn around to close it. This's a bad time for every boy. The funny thing will be to tell my friends. I feel shy and my face is red when they talk about it. If I set up a computer in the door, Maybe it can be automatic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627742280186493464&amp;postID=4638195687187727752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/4638195687187727752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/4638195687187727752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-i-feel-shy-when_08.html' title='Sometimes I feel shy when...'/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuIR3Q6b4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pgWC4kjSLbo/s72-c/bird.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627742280186493464.post-4641959734074906397</id><published>2007-09-08T11:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:25:53.039+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I would like to design a house in the Blue Moutains.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If I could'/><title type='text'>If I could, I would like to design a house in the Blue Moutains.</title><summary type='text'>If I could, I would like to design a house in the Blue Moutains. The house will be build in the forest. In the morning, the house is higher than the forest and higher than the trees. In the house I can enjoy the sunrise, the orange and red from the Sun, the green from the trees, multicoloured birds and fresh air, That's fantastic! At noon, the house goes down to the forest, The place has 100% </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627742280186493464&amp;postID=4641959734074906397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/4641959734074906397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/4641959734074906397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-i-feel-shy-when.html' title='If I could, I would like to design a house in the Blue Moutains.'/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuIHuw6b4eI/AAAAAAAAADw/koufQKW7eI8/s72-c/fairy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627742280186493464.post-8066040231323946845</id><published>2007-09-08T10:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:22:52.119+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My favourite food is...'/><title type='text'>My favourite food is...</title><summary type='text'>My favourite food is Beijing thick noodle sauce and my wife Sunny cooks it. Cooking the sauce is her secret. When I was angry with her or unhappy, She cooked the sauce and noodle for my dinner. That time, I was a happy time and forgot every angry. She's very smart.I don't know how to cook it. I just know it has two diffrent thick sauces and add meat or eggs inside. But the cooking is Sunny's </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627742280186493464&amp;postID=8066040231323946845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/8066040231323946845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/8066040231323946845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favourite-food-is.html' title='My favourite food is...'/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuH5XA6b4dI/AAAAAAAAADo/vZbPhm1aNSI/s72-c/sauce.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627742280186493464.post-6348453162772761160</id><published>2007-09-07T22:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:48:53.279+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The funniest thing I ever saw was...'/><title type='text'>The funniest thing I ever saw was...</title><summary type='text'>The funniest thing I ever saw was a baby's face on a TV show. Because, the baby slept when he was eating dinner. So his father made a video. It showed us what will happen. The funny was that the baby wasn't sleeping. He just closed his eyes and looked very tired, but he wanted to eat his food and put in his mouth, but he didn't eat it.Well the fun started, the baby's father wanted to take away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/6348453162772761160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/6348453162772761160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/2007/09/funniest-thing-i-ever-saw-was.html' title='The funniest thing I ever saw was...'/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuFTAw6b4SI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aPxicRxu3Lc/s72-c/baby.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627742280186493464.post-1977476958881374118</id><published>2007-09-07T22:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:46:34.950+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The kindest person I know is my mother'/><title type='text'>The kindest person I know is my mother</title><summary type='text'> The kindest person I know is my mother. She lives in China. But I live in Australia, So I offen call her and ask her how are you now. She's 63 years old. Her eyes are not good this year and this year she had bad news for me. She had a traffic accident, her foot is borken. She stayed in hospital four months. When I heared this my heart was broken, I can't do anything for her. Only one way I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/1977476958881374118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/1977476958881374118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/2007/09/kindest-person-i-know-is-my-mother.html' title='The kindest person I know is my mother'/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuFH4w6b4QI/AAAAAAAAACA/G8LiTNMiFxU/s72-c/my+mother.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627742280186493464.post-8002874234303240361</id><published>2007-08-02T13:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:42:34.465+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life in Sydney'/><title type='text'>My life in Sydney</title><summary type='text'>More than two years, I live in the Sydney. This is a beautiful city and I find people in Sydney are friendly. I visited the Harebour Bridge, the Opera House and many places.For the two years, I worked in a mortegage company. My job was graphic design. Many things were diffrent than China. So, I learnt some new things and made some good friends. But I think I made a mistake for learning English, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627742280186493464&amp;postID=8002874234303240361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/8002874234303240361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627742280186493464/posts/default/8002874234303240361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boliang.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-life-in-sydney.html' title='My life in Sydney'/><author><name>BO LIANG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuCqCw6b4HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J76IdWhUjwA/s320/bob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HCMIP_98bx4/RuFIMg6b4RI/AAAAAAAAACI/fitpJWGhBD4/s72-c/my+photo01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
