<?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-15635181</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:34:47.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Hatred, and Music</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is one of the most powerful source of a human being... If you don't have it half of ur body is dead...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Punklord-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06228029520933918712</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635181.post-115358492640989040</id><published>2006-07-22T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:15:26.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>One year of holding handsOne year of hugging,One year of laughing,One year of cuddling.One year of lovingOne year of kissingOne year of touchingOne year of romancing.One year of your loveOne year of my love,One year of our loveOne year of true love.Baby one year with youIs a year of happiness,A year of passion,A year of joy,A year blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Punk Is Alive&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635181-115358492640989040?l=punklord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/feeds/115358492640989040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635181&amp;postID=115358492640989040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/115358492640989040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/115358492640989040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>-Punklord-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06228029520933918712</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-15635181.post-114268572400077107</id><published>2006-03-18T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T04:42:04.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish.... One more wish</title><content type='html'>The things in this world is so hard to achive... but there are thing that u want to treasure... the things tht for long years it come... for how many days it will pass... i dont know if i can hold u... my friend... for so long in tears we are one... u were there wen some1 broke my heart... u wer there wen i cried a lot... vanish by a single mistake tht i have done... our friendship last like a second and gone... to all the years tht u cried a lot i wish u remeber me as ur 1 happy family... this is a letter just for u... my beloved friend im sory tht for u... i don't know if i can bring it back again but i know i'l treasure u... i don't knw if ur reading this but it breaks my heart if ur crying... pls dont cry coz ur my only lyf... my friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Punk Is Alive&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635181-114268572400077107?l=punklord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/feeds/114268572400077107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635181&amp;postID=114268572400077107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/114268572400077107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/114268572400077107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish-one-more-wish.html' title='I wish.... One more wish'/><author><name>-Punklord-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06228029520933918712</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-15635181.post-113898500673445106</id><published>2006-02-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:43:26.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No can survive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1453/1600/jiang-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1453/320/jiang-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She couldn't stand the silence,She couldn't stand the tears,She couldn't stand her life,After only sixteen years.He was her entire world,She gave him all she possessed,He did the same in return,They were thought to be obsessed.Their love couldn't be reached,Couldn't be touched by any other,They were all they needed,They only wanted each other.From two they became one,They made each other whole,They filled each other's voids,They filled each other's souls.Everything was perfect,Everything was great,Till one damning day,They were told they'd have to wait.Her parents were moving her,To a distant place,They'd be torn apart,Couldn't see each other's face.They swore they'd make it work,Vowed to stay together,Didn't care about the distance,They'd be together forever.She gave it all she had,She did her very best,But he still slipped away,He didn't pass the test.While she was thinking of him,He had found another,He said he couldn't do it,He talked it over with his mother.She was devastated,Her heart was torn straight out,She'd been such a fool,She should have listened to her doubt.From then on they stopped talking,Never spoke again,While he was with his new girl,She was dreaming of him.Every day she'd cry,She tried to fight off all the pain,But the hurting never stopped,Just shot through every vein.Months went by since the ending,But she only grew worse,She couldn't accept what happened,This was love's curse.It finally overtook her,She couldn't stand it anymore,She grabbed a picture of him,And snuck out the front door.She walked into the woods,Found a secluded place,Kept thinking of the past,And how she'd been replaced.Hours later she was found,In a pool of her blood,And beside her they found,His picture in the mud.On the back read her reason,Why she took her life,What he did to her,It seemed he had held the knife.Though physically he didn't kill her,He tore her soul apart,It was obvious how she did,It was from a broken heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Punk Is Alive&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635181-113898500673445106?l=punklord.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635181.post-113585936664243994</id><published>2005-12-29T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T04:29:26.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for you</title><content type='html'>I miss the first word you ever said to me..I miss the last word you said before you left me..I miss the first smile that you've shown me..I miss the last smile that I never got to see..I miss the first hug that you gave me..I miss the last hug that I asked you to pity me..I miss the first touch on your lips..I miss the last touch when you turned your back on me..I miss the first kiss that you've fallen for me..I miss the last kiss, which I wasn't the person you kissed..I miss the first song you sang to me..I miss the last song of my sympathy..I miss the first letter that you've written for me..I miss the last letter which you've never written for me..I miss the first fight that was not meant to be..I miss the last fight, which ended up you leaving me..I miss the first time you said you love me..I miss the only time you ever said that to me..I miss hugging you when I see you trembling..I miss cuddling you when I see you sad and lonely.. I miss your voice calling me under that loving scene..I miss our moment together before memories shredded into pieces..I miss the way you made me alive and glee.. I miss the way you used to be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Punk Is Alive&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635181-113585936664243994?l=punklord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/feeds/113585936664243994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635181&amp;postID=113585936664243994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/113585936664243994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/113585936664243994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/2005/12/poem-for-you.html' title='Poem for you'/><author><name>-Punklord-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06228029520933918712</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-15635181.post-113585892900809465</id><published>2005-12-29T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T04:22:09.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>Hay... am i lucky to have my parents... some people just left behind there child... wel, sometimes also i feel unlucky and lucky... wel, to mom she cooks well but she sometimes lagi siyang utos ng utos... example... may ginagawa ka and biglang may uutos and di pa natatapos uutos ulit... sana i wish i was halfed.... wel, to my dad he makes my day better with his jowks but sometimes when he is mad hahanap siya ng pagkakamali mo para mapagalitan ka and sometimes pinahihiya ka.... pero i understand the hardwork they done for me... c momy tiniis nya na mag isa sa dubai being an ofw far ayaw from me... and dad also.... pero kahit ano mangyari di nino man mapapalitan anmg parents ko... marami pa akong gustong sabihin pero sa akin nalang yun hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Punk Is Alive&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635181-113585892900809465?l=punklord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/feeds/113585892900809465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635181&amp;postID=113585892900809465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/113585892900809465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/113585892900809465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/2005/12/parents.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>-Punklord-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06228029520933918712</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-15635181.post-112461925432030637</id><published>2005-08-21T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T04:44:47.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nice Income</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well, hir i am again... waiting for so long.... minsan gusto ko ng sumuko pero sabi ko susko ako parang pinakawalan ko na ang mahal ko... hay... oo masarap umibig pero kng ganyan lng na alam mo na pinaglalaruan ka wag nlng.... ano ba ang mas pipiliin mo ang mahal mo o nag mamahal sa iyo... marami nang umibig pero pinakawalan ko lang kaya eto ako... umaasa ulit... ewn ko ba kng ano ang mga sinasabi ko nasa utak ko lng ata... sana ngayn new year ay mahalin nya na ako... ok ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Punk Is Alive&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635181-112461925432030637?l=punklord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punklord.blogspot.com/feeds/112461925432030637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635181&amp;postID=112461925432030637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635181/posts/default/112461925432030637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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