<?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-2240522956855082535</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:49:20.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is a maze, Love is a riddle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18181536891172337081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TNVNIFsBeeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ps_dH4znWA8/S220/P1011050544501.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240522956855082535.post-2729491459436354639</id><published>2010-10-25T20:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:13:56.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10.10.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la1m04ZpH21qzxijyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la1m04ZpH21qzxijyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James Scott &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i love you, babe. you complete me.&lt;div&gt;thank you for being the one who is there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for getting me to believe in love once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.10.10 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2240522956855082535-2729491459436354639?l=leadingtemptations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/feeds/2729491459436354639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/2729491459436354639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/2729491459436354639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10.10.10'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18181536891172337081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TNVNIFsBeeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ps_dH4znWA8/S220/P1011050544501.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240522956855082535.post-6569361076981625119</id><published>2010-08-21T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:17:19.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Extraordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her  toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even  when his hands got arthritis, too. That's love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne, and they go out and smell each other.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love  is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you  still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like  that.&lt;br /&gt;They look gross when they kiss.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents&lt;br /&gt;and listen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We need a few million more Nikka's on this planet.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at  all the people watching me and saw my Daddy waving and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My Mommy loves me more than anybody.&lt;br /&gt;You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;(what an image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the final one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 190, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2240522956855082535-6569361076981625119?l=leadingtemptations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/feeds/6569361076981625119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-is-extraordinary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/6569361076981625119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/6569361076981625119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-is-extraordinary.html' title='Love is Extraordinary'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18181536891172337081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TNVNIFsBeeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ps_dH4znWA8/S220/P1011050544501.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240522956855082535.post-2756111558880132341</id><published>2010-07-29T12:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:29:14.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>had enough</title><content type='html'>your broke me, fix me up&lt;br /&gt;the whole cycle repeats over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm tired of you, i'm not your toy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2240522956855082535-2756111558880132341?l=leadingtemptations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/feeds/2756111558880132341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/07/had-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/2756111558880132341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/2756111558880132341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/07/had-enough.html' title='had enough'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18181536891172337081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TNVNIFsBeeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ps_dH4znWA8/S220/P1011050544501.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240522956855082535.post-4167587335906328294</id><published>2010-07-13T17:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:15:57.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TDyQvgeVb0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/i-WMVFuGqic/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TDyQvgeVb0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/i-WMVFuGqic/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493424791330582338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have an &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&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/2240522956855082535-4167587335906328294?l=leadingtemptations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/feeds/4167587335906328294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/07/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/4167587335906328294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/4167587335906328294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/07/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18181536891172337081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TNVNIFsBeeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ps_dH4znWA8/S220/P1011050544501.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TDyQvgeVb0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/i-WMVFuGqic/s72-c/IMG_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240522956855082535.post-5175278860018001409</id><published>2010-07-04T09:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T09:14:05.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something fresh, something new&lt;br /&gt;that something is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be my turn one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2240522956855082535-5175278860018001409?l=leadingtemptations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/feeds/5175278860018001409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-fresh-something-new-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/5175278860018001409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2240522956855082535/posts/default/5175278860018001409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadingtemptations.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-fresh-something-new-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18181536891172337081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd5Hock0zYw/TNVNIFsBeeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ps_dH4znWA8/S220/P1011050544501.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
