<?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-5215388387026261014</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:07:39.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>capture that</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215388387026261014.post-9211278235848370071</id><published>2009-07-06T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:44:48.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised&amp;&amp;swollen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you trip and fall, do you stumble and bring everyone else with you? or do you stumble all alone? in the pitch black darkness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-9211278235848370071?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/9211278235848370071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=9211278235848370071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/9211278235848370071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/9211278235848370071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/07/bruised.html' title='bruised&amp;&amp;swollen'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-1917026782136136536</id><published>2009-07-05T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:14:13.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we built a bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but now its tumbling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;broken and cracked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you thought other matters were so mind consuming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you just don't realise there's bigger problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"cos i've been there before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'd seen it all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but this time its serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and perhaps i havn't seen it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can we fill the gap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rebuilt the bridge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-1917026782136136536?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1917026782136136536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=1917026782136136536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/1917026782136136536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/1917026782136136536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-built-bridge-but-now-its-tumbling.html' title=''/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-1532433739897501920</id><published>2009-06-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:23:20.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say you should try, no matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;how do you know when to try?&lt;br /&gt;how do you know its worth it?&lt;br /&gt;honestly, that its really, truly worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-1532433739897501920?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1532433739897501920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=1532433739897501920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/1532433739897501920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/1532433739897501920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-say-you-should-try-no-matter-what.html' title=''/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-2014045589099012825</id><published>2009-06-11T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:40:22.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>physed lessons when its raining (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiani's editing of my english oral speech. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one cartoon in part is the one of two slim men on either side of a man. it shows the dress of the men to be very native while only the eggs are seen. there dress is highly influenced by their regions be. this shows the medi port the slim men as religious and bed to the liefs. another cartpis two men arm with words in a curry, but topped by one of higher port than them. the tin underneath ate to english men. the art clearly shows that the slim poo are quick to mat and resort to violence as a result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-2014045589099012825?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2014045589099012825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=2014045589099012825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/2014045589099012825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/2014045589099012825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/physed-lessons-when-its-raining.html' title='physed lessons when its raining (:'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-531241964553931218</id><published>2009-06-06T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:35:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;close your eyes, drift away, loose yourself, lost in music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-531241964553931218?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/531241964553931218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=531241964553931218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/531241964553931218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/531241964553931218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/close-your-eyes-drift-away-loose.html' title=''/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-858804416725891424</id><published>2009-06-02T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T05:45:04.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that extra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to reach that extra inch further, it takes so much effort, but its worth it all in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;either,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to cram that tiny bit more in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to step that step over the line, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stretch that much higher on your tiptoes,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to push that much more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to see that sparkle, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to say that extra something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-858804416725891424?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/858804416725891424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=858804416725891424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/858804416725891424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/858804416725891424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-extra.html' title='that extra'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-8383051968242095286</id><published>2009-05-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:05:56.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winterweather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It’s the deceptions that lie underneath. Underneath all the layers of misconception. In the beginning it was good. However as time passes, the years passed, and it gradually built up. All the misconceptions all due to the lack of communication. Now we’re at the layer of deceptions, will it ever stop rising? -3/5/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-8383051968242095286?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8383051968242095286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=8383051968242095286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/8383051968242095286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/8383051968242095286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/winterweather.html' title='winterweather'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-5426093767036381606</id><published>2009-05-20T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:20:44.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when you're in denial, an incident comes along. it proves opposite to the denial. in such a case, it leaves you stranded, what do you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-5426093767036381606?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5426093767036381606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=5426093767036381606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/5426093767036381606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/5426093767036381606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_20.html' title='?'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-3686525210736826945</id><published>2009-05-16T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:36:12.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music is a big part of life. the upbeat rhythm or the slow tune. different music for different tastes. the songs that are played at parties, the songs played when you're with friends, the songs played on your ipod, the songs played where ever. the lyrics that are so catchy that they dont leave your head. the catchy lyrics that get stuck inside our heads. and half the time you sing, you dont even know what you're singing about or what you're actually singing. then whenever you play the song again, it reminds you of the memories or other stuff. that those three to four minutes of a song, can leave some meaningful message. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dedicated to T.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-3686525210736826945?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/3686525210736826945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=3686525210736826945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/3686525210736826945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/3686525210736826945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/beats.html' title='the beats.'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-4535776396363210868</id><published>2009-05-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:15:24.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont want the unexpected, for once i just want the expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-4535776396363210868?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4535776396363210868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=4535776396363210868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/4535776396363210868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/4535776396363210868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/manhattan.html' title='manhattan'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-5358556687273630440</id><published>2009-05-16T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:12:40.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reliable sources</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;when you're trying to find a source for infomation, dont be decieved by a mask of innocence. as much as you think the source is innocent, can you truly believe that they are? even though some sources show the fakeness visibly, some sources fake is so well, its believable. so is it &lt;em&gt;friend or foe&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-5358556687273630440?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5358556687273630440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=5358556687273630440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/5358556687273630440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/5358556687273630440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/reliable-sources.html' title='reliable sources'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-2864859672198434436</id><published>2009-05-16T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:09:22.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;dont make assumptions. even if you're 99% sure. just dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-2864859672198434436?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2864859672198434436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=2864859672198434436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/2864859672198434436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/2864859672198434436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/no.html' title='NO.'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-4980477267915816460</id><published>2009-05-14T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:40:22.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trances and such.</title><content type='html'>Ever had the moments, where you find yourself lost in a trance? Thinking absentmindedly about totally irrelevant things to your surroundings? However it just seems relevant at the moment of time. Taking the time, to just reflect, you suddenly find yourself in the middle of thoughts. Thoughts going at a million miles a minute. Straining unnecessarily to figure out these thoughts. Just to get the burden off your back, trying to get all the crap out of your life. And just when it seems to go all right and perfect, it turns back the other way. Just to find yourself in the beginning once again, replaying yourself in the trance. A sense of deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-10:55pm 2/5/09 till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-4980477267915816460?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4980477267915816460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=4980477267915816460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/4980477267915816460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/4980477267915816460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/trances-and-such.html' title='trances and such.'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-2362168377062113412</id><published>2009-05-12T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:18:10.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>logic? or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you are inspired by something, an imagination is conjured up in your head. the source of inspiration is unlimited. as you're moving or dwelling on a matter, the brain&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;just&lt;em&gt; clicks&lt;/em&gt;. whether its text messages, an image, the sky, a person, a word or a feeling, the sources of inspiration keeps coming, keeps flowing. it leaves you feeling restless, or amongst that, another million different emotions. how &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; use these inspirations, only &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; know. its only logical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-2362168377062113412?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2362168377062113412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=2362168377062113412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/2362168377062113412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/2362168377062113412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/logic-or-not.html' title='logic? or not?'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215388387026261014.post-8530422687261826114</id><published>2009-05-11T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:15:03.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;as you dig into it furiously, you find yourself suffering the consequences, of having it all blown into your face - to face the reality. when you're going through lengths of it, none of it satisfys you. just because its not long enough to whirl around, you find yourself wishing it would just stay together and not get broken up in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh...the joys of spagetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dedicated to miss x.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-8530422687261826114?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/8530422687261826114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=8530422687261826114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/8530422687261826114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/8530422687261826114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-4944972818102728958</id><published>2009-05-10T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:24:20.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illusions &amp; epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As you look at something straight in front of you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you see past all the errors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;past all the flaws, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;past all the mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;past all the deceptions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but in actual fact its the real thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;its the reality, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;all that was daunted on you was the illusion you created,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the mental representation of something you had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but then came the epiphany,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the sudden realisation of the essence of that something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-4944972818102728958?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/4944972818102728958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=4944972818102728958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/4944972818102728958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/4944972818102728958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/illusions-epiphany.html' title='illusions &amp; epiphany'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-777647559014435201</id><published>2009-05-10T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:27:07.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imagining the worst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;is the only thing that hurts the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the one thing that you'll remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-777647559014435201?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/777647559014435201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=777647559014435201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/777647559014435201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/777647559014435201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/imagine.html' title='imagine'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-9004346817265324246</id><published>2009-05-10T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:19:58.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna fall asleep to a place where the star shines bright and sparkly on a midnight blue sky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna fall asleep to a place where its full of glowing lights and a city that never sleeps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-9004346817265324246?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/9004346817265324246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=9004346817265324246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/9004346817265324246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/9004346817265324246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-asleep.html' title='falling asleep'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215388387026261014.post-1917304628790022826</id><published>2009-05-09T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:50:43.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>significant or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its those things that you never notice, that are kept to the minimal. Its when you think those things were never significant enough to be paid attention to. The things that never caught you eye in a huge crowd. The things that didn't catch your eye, because there was always something else. Something else more significant, of higher importance. But suddenly, if you took notice of these things, if you didn't pay attention to something else instead of these things, if only it caught your eye. It could have changed everything. Leaving you wishing you paid attention to those insignificant things, not taking it for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, hey, who was to know it would matter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;That those significant things were actually so&lt;br /&gt;significant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-11:07pm 2/5/09              song&gt;  "When love takes over" by David Guetta ft Kelly Rowland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-1917304628790022826?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/1917304628790022826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=1917304628790022826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/1917304628790022826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/1917304628790022826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/significant-or-not.html' title='significant or not?'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-834223340479618574</id><published>2009-05-09T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:39:53.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you start to count, you find you can't count past even one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you realise the loneliness is caused by your own fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you know the people you once believed in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you know the people you once loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you know the people you once confided in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you know the people you once shopped with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you know the people you once grew up with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you finally realise that they have changed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you finally realise that they have moved on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you finally realise that they have gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you finally realise that they have given you a chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you finally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that it was too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-834223340479618574?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/834223340479618574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=834223340479618574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/834223340479618574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/834223340479618574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/counting.html' title='Counting.'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-3207285799307573627</id><published>2009-05-03T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:50:01.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A night full of surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A hallway full of discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A bag full of abstractness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A lullaby full of uniqueness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A secret full of whispers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A trip full of adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A doorway full of opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So unlimited. So much. So little time &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A life full of revealing things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-3207285799307573627?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/3207285799307573627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=3207285799307573627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/3207285799307573627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/3207285799307573627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='A...'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-5752031724937186960</id><published>2009-04-03T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:46:10.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nerves</title><content type='html'>Those moments of shock and nervousness, that hit you like an epidemic. What do you do? Why do you do it? When do you do it? The butterflies in your stomach just want to explode. Just burst through. You can feel the nerves slowly building up. Building up that you can’t breath. But suddenly in that second you have a moment of doubt. That you’ll be fine. However, that second of doubt is all that takes to give you confidence, you’ll be fine. As the moment comes, the moment that brought on the wave of nervousness, you feel nervous all over again. So much for the moment of doubt. -3/5/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-5752031724937186960?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/5752031724937186960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=5752031724937186960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/5752031724937186960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/5752031724937186960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerves.html' title='nerves'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-2073618649781233126</id><published>2008-08-24T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:27:47.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;when you have two paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and you know&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; to choose one path, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-2073618649781233126?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/2073618649781233126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=2073618649781233126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/2073618649781233126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/2073618649781233126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-choose.html' title='why choose?'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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-5215388387026261014.post-708989349835405262</id><published>2008-08-24T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:25:05.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15mintuesss</title><content type='html'>its overwhelming what you can find out in 15mins. you can find out something you thought would never be said, never been thought, never happen, or never be true.&lt;br /&gt;You also realise who really are u're true friends and who you thought were friends. And simply, i now know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215388387026261014-708989349835405262?l=capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/feeds/708989349835405262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5215388387026261014&amp;postID=708989349835405262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/708989349835405262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215388387026261014/posts/default/708989349835405262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capturethatmomentleen.blogspot.com/2008/08/15mintuesss.html' title='15mintuesss'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08752412209695286874</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>
