<?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-7065088035131473522</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:22.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Full Moon-HeartFull*~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065088035131473522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grave Heartlink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879016850022750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MbAj61dbNY/SYjgtjzhH-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8f8lJwJoeCk/s1600-R/3403956-big.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065088035131473522.post-1698648205106000032</id><published>2009-02-04T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:06:19.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until The End Of This Dream-I Want To Be With Her..For Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/X/XX/XXM/xXMy.Flower.Will.DieXx/1132976235_tinyChains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 430px;" src="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/X/XX/XXM/xXMy.Flower.Will.DieXx/1132976235_tinyChains.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It Is Very Timely..That We Go Through Maturity Of The Heart..We Didnt Notice..&lt;br /&gt;Time Flies Soo Fast..So Does The Heart Reaches Its Maturity&lt;br /&gt;When The Heart Teaches To Love..Teaches To Be Linked..And Lastly..Teaches To Be Loved Back&lt;br /&gt;Even Though Half Of My Heart Is So Far Away..That Invisible Link..&lt;br /&gt;Link Us Together Like We Where Neighbors..More Than Neighbors..Near Each Other&lt;br /&gt;No Matter How Far The Distance..That Link..Link Us Together...&lt;br /&gt;Its Living Inside A Dream..A Dream That Is Soo Serene..So Peaceful&lt;br /&gt;That NoOne Will Harm You...Wrapping Each Other's Arms And Never Let Go&lt;br /&gt;I Dont Know How This Dream Started And And How It Formed..The Most Important Is..I Want To Be With Her..&lt;br /&gt;If This Dream Came True..I Will Hug Her..Kiss Her..Tell That I Love Her..More Than My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Like Im Living On A Fantasy..Or My Life Is A Pure Fantasy..A Fantasy That Sets Airy Passions On To My Heart...Whenever I Wake Up From That Dream..her Image Always Bumps In To My head..Asking Simple Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Is She Doing Right Now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is She Fine?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did She Ate?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did She Got A Good Night Sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those Question..Run Up To My head..When The Time I Opened Up My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Close My Eyes...All I See Is You..I Close My Eyes..I Try To Sleep..I Cant Forget Forget You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd Do Everything By Simple Plan Bursted On My MP3&lt;br /&gt;I Think That Song Hit Me Hard..It was True..&lt;br /&gt;I Admit..I Want To Hold Her On My Arms..When Time Comes That Way..&lt;br /&gt;I Hope That Time Comes..Someday&lt;br /&gt;If That Happens..That Memories Will Carved On To My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God..Please Dont Let This Dream Fade Away To Nothing..Please Give Me A Nice Warm Memory Until The End Of This Dream..I Hope This Dream Will Turn To Reality&lt;br /&gt;Or I Hope This Dream Will Never End..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7065088035131473522-1698648205106000032?l=graveheartlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/feeds/1698648205106000032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/2009/02/until-end-of-this-dream-i-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065088035131473522/posts/default/1698648205106000032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065088035131473522/posts/default/1698648205106000032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/2009/02/until-end-of-this-dream-i-want-to-be.html' title='Until The End Of This Dream-I Want To Be With Her..For Eternity'/><author><name>Grave Heartlink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879016850022750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MbAj61dbNY/SYjgtjzhH-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8f8lJwJoeCk/s1600-R/3403956-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065088035131473522.post-4359319973284588410</id><published>2009-02-03T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:55:14.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q313/unickme/anime_its_not_enough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 432px;" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q313/unickme/anime_its_not_enough.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thuis The 1st Time I Felt Sleepless..I wonder What's Bothering Me?Pestering Me?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking About Me?&lt;br /&gt;I Tried Rolling On The Bed To Find A Good Position To Lie Asleep..Still Its Useless..&lt;br /&gt;I Tried Listening To Any Soothing Musics..Still No Use...&lt;br /&gt;Am I thinking That Deeply?But who?&lt;br /&gt;I Tried Thinking Further..Further Until The Ends Of My Thought..Still No Answer..&lt;br /&gt;What Is It?...I Tried To Consult The Stars Above To Answer My heeds...I looked Up On The Starry Sky And Said.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats Bothering Me?Why I Cant Sleep"&lt;br /&gt;And When I Close My Eyes..I Saw An Image Of A Girl Calling To Me..When I Opened My Eyes..It Was Gone...I Felt I Was On A Dream-State..&lt;br /&gt;Is It Because Of The Heart's Days Is Coming fast?Or Is It Me Being Paranoid On All Certain Things...I Kept Saying&lt;br /&gt;"Im Wondering Where You Are And What You Are Doing Now...Are You At The Other Side Of This Blue Sky?"&lt;br /&gt;While Sitting Above The Rooftop..While The Song Of Nagareboshi (Naruto Shippuden ED) Kicks In To My Head...Repeating The 1st Stanza Over And Over Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sora Wo Miagereba&lt;br /&gt;Hoshitachi ga hora Matataiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono Hoshi No Hitotachi Mitai ni&lt;br /&gt;Samazama Ni Hikari Wo Hanatte&lt;br /&gt;Sou Sou dakara boku mo&lt;br /&gt;Hitokiwa Kagayaite Itain Da&lt;br /&gt;Me Wo Tojite Kokoro Ni Chikau&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi ni Yume Wo Takushitte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 Consecutive Repetiotions Before I Noticed It Was Sun Rise Already..&lt;br /&gt;I Was Going To Sleep On This Hour Right Now&lt;br /&gt;About Mgfa 1o..I Tried..But Still It Didnt Work..&lt;br /&gt;So I Killed My Time On Posting My 2nd Blog..While Having A Usual Conversation With Our Daughter..And The Usual GC Boards Posting And Lurking..And So On..&lt;br /&gt;I Wonder Whats Inside My head?...Is It? The One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7065088035131473522-4359319973284588410?l=graveheartlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/feeds/4359319973284588410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepless-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065088035131473522/posts/default/4359319973284588410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065088035131473522/posts/default/4359319973284588410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepless-thoughts.html' title='Sleepless Thoughts'/><author><name>Grave Heartlink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879016850022750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MbAj61dbNY/SYjgtjzhH-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8f8lJwJoeCk/s1600-R/3403956-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065088035131473522.post-5436651498404324259</id><published>2009-02-03T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:42:45.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Grip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dolc3simplicity.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/couple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dolc3simplicity.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/couple1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All We Know..Heart's Day Is Coming Soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But What Is a Valentine?Whats A Heart's Day For?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Heart's Day Is Day That we Share Our Love To Our Cherished Ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But How?Is It Too Simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One word Will Ever Uphold That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Simple But Meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is Very Innate..Love Is Powerful..And Lastly Love Is Sacred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is Not Just You Pick Up On The Ground...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is A Seed..It Needs To Be Planted And Watered..And You  Must Patiently Await For The Shoot To Arise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That Is Love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Can Be A Traitor Sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Sometimes Needs A Sacrifice..But That Sacrifice Its Not Always Necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is Very Powerful Even Without Sacrifices..It Has Boundless Limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is A Chain..That Links A Heart Of One Another..No Matter How Far You Go...How Long You Wait..That Chain Is Always There..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is The Greatest Gift Ever Given To Us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Of Parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Of Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And Love Of A Cherished One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is Simply Powerful No?But Others...Overestimates Its Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Turning Love In To Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lust Is Much More Powerful That Love...Lust Is A Negative Side Of Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is Felt From The Heart..Even Without Physical Contacts Whats So Ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If Love Cane From The Heart..It will Be Felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Being Warm Or Mushy To Each Other It Can Be A Sign Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Intimacy Is Part Of love Too..But Its Only Optional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For Me..I Dont Want To Wake Up On This Dream..This Is The 1st Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Someone Who Cherished All Her Heart... I Feel Loved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I Hope..Someday...We Will Make This Dream Come True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Heart's Day Is Coming Soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Please Hold On To Each Other's Hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love Is An Ultimate Blessing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065088035131473522-5436651498404324259?l=graveheartlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/feeds/5436651498404324259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/2009/02/loves-grip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065088035131473522/posts/default/5436651498404324259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065088035131473522/posts/default/5436651498404324259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveheartlink.blogspot.com/2009/02/loves-grip.html' title='Love&apos;s Grip'/><author><name>Grave Heartlink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879016850022750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MbAj61dbNY/SYjgtjzhH-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8f8lJwJoeCk/s1600-R/3403956-big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
