<?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-5401904</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:48:05.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you ask me.......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malasblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mala</name><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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401904.post-110461348741264556</id><published>2005-01-01T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T16:12:23.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy New Year 2005</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!January 1st - the year holds so much promise. I finished compiling a lengthy list of goals for 2005. Reading it over, I realized many items I've listed exist on lists made for 2004, 2003, 2002... Will I ever cross off these items and realize my ambitions?I'm determined that this year will be different. A blank slate, a clean start.Only time will tell.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110461348741264556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401904&amp;postID=110461348741264556' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401904/posts/default/110461348741264556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401904/posts/default/110461348741264556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malasblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-2005.html' title='A Happy New Year 2005'/><author><name>Mala</name><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401904.post-110308094669021952</id><published>2004-12-14T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:54:39.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sync</title><summary type='text'>The temperature outside was bitter, but I had put off going to the post office long enough. I slicked on some lipgloss and applied eyeliner in quick strokes. My black peacoat covered my ensemble of bulky grey sweater and black slacks. I remembered my tunes and shades, but forgot the black leather gloves on top of my coffee table.I walked in step to American Woman by Lennie Kravitz bellowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110308094669021952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401904&amp;postID=110308094669021952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401904/posts/default/110308094669021952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401904/posts/default/110308094669021952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malasblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/out-of-sync.html' title='Out of Sync'/><author><name>Mala</name><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-5401904.post-110288897983233760</id><published>2004-12-12T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T18:00:19.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Moment Can Change Your Life</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes all it takes is one moment to completely turn your world upside down.One month ago, I worked full-time for a prestigious organization that provided me with a steady paycheck, full benefits, and a company-matched-retirement-fund.I loved my work, but hated my job. After three years with the same organization, I was desperate for more money, more fun and something different.It only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110288897983233760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401904&amp;postID=110288897983233760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401904/posts/default/110288897983233760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401904/posts/default/110288897983233760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malasblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-moment-can-change-your-life.html' title='One Moment Can Change Your Life'/><author><name>Mala</name><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></feed>
