<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;D04AQ3w8cCp7ImA9Wx9aFUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395296244611982789</id><updated>2011-03-07T16:59:02.278-08:00</updated><title>Just some random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793322721432406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcERXwzfyp7ImA9Wx9aFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395296244611982789.post-2450553824674372556</id><published>2011-03-06T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T08:13:24.287-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-06T08:13:24.287-08:00</app:edited><title>It is what it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People can never be completely good or completely bad. I am sure that the people I dislike the most and who caused a lot of pain in my life, have also made others happy and even helped many. As much as we want to focus on how bad a person is, they always have a good side. Similarly, every time we try to convince ourselves that someone is 100% good, we'll be disappointed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, what really matters is the difference we've made in others' lives. Did we make it better or we just made it worse? Hopefully we won't be too disappointed on ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2395296244611982789-2450553824674372556?l=takeitallout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/feeds/2450553824674372556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-is-what-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/2450553824674372556?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/2450553824674372556?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is...'/><author><name>Little me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793322721432406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06209814495518557158'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcEQXw-fyp7ImA9Wx9bGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395296244611982789.post-3404318881763514521</id><published>2011-02-27T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:36:40.257-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-27T02:36:40.257-08:00</app:edited><title>There're not perfect people in the world, but there's always one that's perfect for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #535353; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jXVMZAcydxE/TWopJYYqx3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_cIjbFJyYQA/s1600/2002-07-couples.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jXVMZAcydxE/TWopJYYqx3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_cIjbFJyYQA/s320/2002-07-couples.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="last" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2395296244611982789-3404318881763514521?l=takeitallout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/feeds/3404318881763514521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/therere-not-perfect-people-in-world-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/3404318881763514521?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/3404318881763514521?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/therere-not-perfect-people-in-world-but.html' title='There&apos;re not perfect people in the world, but there&apos;s always one that&apos;s perfect for you...'/><author><name>Little me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793322721432406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06209814495518557158'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0UGSHgzfyp7ImA9Wx9bFks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395296244611982789.post-5112977190720382429</id><published>2011-02-25T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T13:27:09.687-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-25T13:27:09.687-08:00</app:edited><title>Rainy day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love rainy days. Whenever I don't need to leave the house, that is. And today is one of those. It feels so good to be in my jammies all day and work at my own pace while taking multiple breaks to hear a good song. Today I'm in the mood for some Beatles, well kinda. I found a cover of this song, which reminded me of how good it is. I thought I might as well share it...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I fell...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;
Would you promise to be true&lt;br /&gt;
And help me understand&lt;br /&gt;
'cause I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;
And I found that love was more&lt;br /&gt;
Than just holding hands&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I give my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;
I must be sure&lt;br /&gt;
From the very start&lt;br /&gt;
That you would love me more than her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I trust in you, oh please&lt;br /&gt;
Don't run and hide&lt;br /&gt;
If I love you too, oh please&lt;br /&gt;
Don't hurt my pride like her&lt;br /&gt;
'cause I couldn't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;
And I would be sad if our new love was in vain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I hope you see that I&lt;br /&gt;
Would love to love you&lt;br /&gt;
And that she will cry&lt;br /&gt;
When she learns we are two&lt;br /&gt;
cause I couldn't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;
and I would be sad if our new love was in vain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so I hope you see that I&lt;br /&gt;
would love to love you&lt;br /&gt;
and that she will cry when she learns we are two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nbx4sglXruQ&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL8229EC199298000D"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2395296244611982789-5112977190720382429?l=takeitallout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/feeds/5112977190720382429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/5112977190720382429?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/5112977190720382429?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy day...'/><author><name>Little me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793322721432406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06209814495518557158'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8HQnY4fCp7ImA9Wx9UEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395296244611982789.post-256250778705767246</id><published>2011-02-09T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:40:33.834-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-09T10:40:33.834-08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoYBwl_lv2g/TVLfjGXAyCI/AAAAAAAAADs/4c8sG8kTL88/s1600/tumblr_lc1kmp3clY1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoYBwl_lv2g/TVLfjGXAyCI/AAAAAAAAADs/4c8sG8kTL88/s320/tumblr_lc1kmp3clY1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2395296244611982789-256250778705767246?l=takeitallout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/feeds/256250778705767246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/256250778705767246?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/256250778705767246?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Little me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793322721432406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06209814495518557158'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoYBwl_lv2g/TVLfjGXAyCI/AAAAAAAAADs/4c8sG8kTL88/s72-c/tumblr_lc1kmp3clY1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8BRn8zeyp7ImA9Wx9UEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395296244611982789.post-2030135758111395912</id><published>2011-02-08T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:14:17.183-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-08T15:14:17.183-08:00</app:edited><title>Bad bad weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.apnonline.com.au/img/media/images/2009/09/29/HospitalER_t325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://media.apnonline.com.au/img/media/images/2009/09/29/HospitalER_t325.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What a weekend! I was rushed to the ER this Sunday after a little accident that hurt my back. For many reasons, one of them being too stressed, my body decided it was high time to let me know I wasn't being too nice to myself. So I ended up in Hospital, with needles all over my arms and a bag full of pills to take.&lt;br /&gt;
I am home now and although I am still unable to walk, I am feeling better. And the doctor says I'll be fine and walking around again&amp;nbsp;very soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2395296244611982789-2030135758111395912?l=takeitallout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/feeds/2030135758111395912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/bad-bad-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/2030135758111395912?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/2030135758111395912?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/bad-bad-weekend.html' title='Bad bad weekend'/><author><name>Little me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793322721432406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06209814495518557158'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUBSHozfCp7ImA9Wx9VGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395296244611982789.post-7932917353909619251</id><published>2011-02-05T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T06:47:39.484-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-05T06:47:39.484-08:00</app:edited><title>**sigh**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pGwY9pTTVzR1ZeiNwJ0Q_FNp6ZMKu0-D7gUE2_RR-w41gzpY4aNdEyQPQxXFuGmcyTHKMD5y_Gv0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pGwY9pTTVzR1ZeiNwJ0Q_FNp6ZMKu0-D7gUE2_RR-w41gzpY4aNdEyQPQxXFuGmcyTHKMD5y_Gv0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's no way to stop what's inevitable. We try so hard to make things happen a certain way but unfortunately, some things are gonna happen whether we like them or not.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, let me explain myself... I am not one of those who believe in 'destiny'. 'What's meant to be is meant to be' seems like a lazy phrase to me. It's what you say when you are not willing to fight for what you want, cause maybe you don't really want it. Destiny is more about building brigdes to reach what you want. It's about fighting adversity, going further, doing whatever it takes. I believe you build your own destiny. But sometimes, even your best effort is not enough. And that's the time to sit and watch things happen. That's the time to let go and rest, knowing that you did your best.&lt;br /&gt;
I am there now. I did my part, I did my best. And my best was not enough. And even though I should be disappointed, I actually feel great. I feel relieved and safe. This time it wasn't meant to be and I know I am being prepared to something better, bigger and way more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't stop the inevitable. But I tried. And I am proud of myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: I hate being so vague. I'm going through a stage, I promise it'll change. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2395296244611982789-7932917353909619251?l=takeitallout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/feeds/7932917353909619251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/theres-no-way-to-stop-whats-inevitable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/7932917353909619251?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/7932917353909619251?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2011/02/theres-no-way-to-stop-whats-inevitable.html' title='**sigh**'/><author><name>Little me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793322721432406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06209814495518557158'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkEHSXYzeCp7ImA9Wx9SFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395296244611982789.post-713756464193964501</id><published>2010-12-03T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:30:38.880-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-03T21:30:38.880-08:00</app:edited><title>Finally here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4Ves-wPXvk/SyQRPzT0xfI/AAAAAAAABNI/RRw8jUINO60/s400/982595_35909076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4Ves-wPXvk/SyQRPzT0xfI/AAAAAAAABNI/RRw8jUINO60/s320/982595_35909076.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;So yeah, I'm officially doing it. I'm writing a blog. Still unsure whether I have an interesting story to tell but I might as well give it a try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Basically it's December already and I can almost say I've made it through the craziest year of my entire existence. Now that I think about it I DO have tons to say. And even thought I can't promise to be super entertaining all the time (though I'll do my best) I can assure you, this will be a good place to escape from real world. Don't tell me you haven't tried. Let's see where it takes us -It'll be fun! Of that, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2395296244611982789-713756464193964501?l=takeitallout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/feeds/713756464193964501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/713756464193964501?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2395296244611982789/posts/default/713756464193964501?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeitallout.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-here.html' title='Finally here...'/><author><name>Little me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793322721432406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06209814495518557158'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W4Ves-wPXvk/SyQRPzT0xfI/AAAAAAAABNI/RRw8jUINO60/s72-c/982595_35909076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>