<?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-3615270</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:33:15.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally of Love</title><subtitle type='html'>The voice of the heart...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-111521061081190024</id><published>2005-05-04T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T05:43:30.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my song my partner....For once in my lifeI've got someone who needs meSomeone I've needed so longFor once unafraidI can go where life leads meAnd somehow I know I'll be strongFor once I can touchWhat my heart used to dream ofLong before I knewSomeone warm like youCould make my dreams come trueFor once in my lifeI won't let sorrow hurt meNot like it's hurt me beforeFor once I've got someoneI know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/111521061081190024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/111521061081190024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521061081190024' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-111078309817889550</id><published>2005-03-13T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:51:38.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've always thought that if I'd be able to hate him, it would be the end of my love for him. Little did I know that hating him would only make me realize more how much I love him. I miss him so much...and I believe it's about time I stop denying it.listen just hear me outyes i know we agreedwhen we break up we'd nevergive in to this needto admit to each other"i miss you" listen just hear my cryno</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/111078309817889550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/111078309817889550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111078309817889550' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-110974023787567874</id><published>2005-03-01T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:10:37.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>umuulan ngayon!! hay, whenever it rains, memories flood in... then after sadness follows. i can’t help it. i love the rain and the memories i have about it...... i long for him when it rains. sometimes i kiss the rain, imagining it is him im kissing. the thought that he could be sad and alone makes me feel worse... (i wish i could teleport). i love the movie "sweet home alabama". my favorite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/110974023787567874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/110974023787567874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110974023787567874' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-108853281316666051</id><published>2004-06-29T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T11:13:33.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't understand whySee, it's burnin' me to hold onto thisI know this is somethin' I gotta doBut that don't mean I want toWhat I'm tryin' to say is that I love youI just, I feel like this is comin' to an endAnd it's better for me to let it go nowThan hold on and hurt youI gotta let it burnIt's gonna burn for me to say thisBut it's comin from my heartIt's been a long time comin'But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/108853281316666051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/108853281316666051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108853281316666051' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-108243921891047414</id><published>2004-04-19T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T22:37:36.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I sit at home and wonder how it'd beIf he had loved meTruly loved me yesI learned a while ago that kind of thingNever happens for meAnd so I go aroundAnd just pretendLoving life for meI play the circus clown around my friendsMake them laugh and they won't seeThat you never let them see you sweatDon’t want them to think the pain runs deepLord knows it's killing meSo I put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/108243921891047414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/108243921891047414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108243921891047414' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-107936769485561244</id><published>2004-03-15T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T08:29:22.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for the first time....are those your eyes, is that your smilei've been lookin' at you foreverbut i never saw you beforeare these your hands holdin' minenow i wonder how i could've been so blindfor the first time i am looking in your eyesfor the first time i'm seein' who you arei can't believe how much i seewhen you're lookin back at menow i understand what love is.......love is.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/107936769485561244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/107936769485561244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936769485561244' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-107571167866996170</id><published>2004-02-02T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T00:50:13.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its about time i post something here again...im now breaking my silence.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/107571167866996170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/107571167866996170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107571167866996170' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-106508874463235848</id><published>2003-10-02T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T03:02:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>forever may not be true, but what i felt was. my love for him won't age, won't wilt nor fade....CLOSEAaron LinesAcross the miles, it's funny to meHow far away you are, but how near you seem to beI could talk all night just to hear you breatheSpend my life just living this dreamYou're all I'll ever needYou give me strengthYou give me hopeYou give me someone to love, someone to hold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/106508874463235848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/106508874463235848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106508874463235848' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-106090893614517153</id><published>2003-08-14T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T18:00:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spend My Life With YouEric BenetI never knew such a day could comeAnd i never knew such a loveCould be inside of oneAnd i never knew what my life was forBut now that you're here i know for sureI never knew till i looked in your eyesI was incomplete till the day you walked into my lifeAnd i never knew that my heart could feelSo precious and pureOne love so realCan i just see you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/106090893614517153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/106090893614517153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106090893614517153' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-96018305</id><published>2003-06-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T18:07:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You're Not The OneDaniel BedingfieldIf you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way? If you are not mine then why does your heart return my callIf you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at allI never know what the future brings But I know you are here with me nowWe’ll make it through And I hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/96018305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/96018305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#96018305' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-90695449</id><published>2003-03-13T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T22:42:31.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love's EmbraceLinda J StevensonAmazing Love embraces me,No human words define,Enfolded in the arms of GraceAs heart to heart entwine.I drink from Love's sweet reservoir,I bathe in Mercy's pool,I surface cleansed from stains of guilt,From depths immeasur'ble.Amazing Grace! 'Tis sweet to taste,Love's hunger satisfies;No human joy can e'er replace,Nor calm the soul's heart cries.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/90695449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/90695449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90695449' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-89080583</id><published>2003-02-14T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T00:07:59.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fall For YouShaniceThere's a right or wrong to know for everythingAnd the truth is somewhere written in betweenBut there's always something missing in the darkThere you'll find the true condition of the heartWell, I can visualize the pieces of a dream,And it's not as far away as it may seemBut if truth be told, it is you that holds the keyTo the question that defines my destinyI've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/89080583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/89080583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89080583' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-89018892</id><published>2003-02-12T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T22:25:47.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Could You Be The One For Me?by LoveBug  Could you be the one for me?Could you be my find?Could it be, after all this time,Fate is going to be kind?Could you be the one for me,The one to help me forgetThe man that broke my heart, my soulThe man that haunts me yet?You tell me that I'm beautifulSomething I've never heardBut the one still lives here in my mindThat couldn't spare a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/89018892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/89018892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89018892' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-87770139</id><published>2003-01-20T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T22:11:49.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                     The Man In My Life                     by Jennifer Bobrick   He knows that I'm not perfect, nor does he expect me to be.   He forgives me when I ask him, for the man in my life loves me.   He's no man like any other, no one could ever compare.   I'll never know another love like the love this man and I share.      This love is pure and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/87770139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/87770139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87770139' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-85718208</id><published>2002-12-09T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T00:32:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool With Youjennifer love hewitt Late last night I was going through some old things when I saw a picture of you, my best friend. It reminded me of days when you were mine, you had a way that always left me with a smile. I want those sweet days back again cause baby, it's a sunny day but you're not around. That doggone rain might as well be pouring down. It's such a shame cause my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/85718208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/85718208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85718208' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-85525408</id><published>2002-12-04T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T22:41:13.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an evening in decemberKelly Nelon Thompsonas i wait here on this evening in december, i remember how it felt to be a child. this old house still feels the same. all the family will be here in just a while.i hope daddy gets here first to build a fire. he's the only one who has that special touch. then my sister with her kids and my grandma who i love so very much.oh, i'm gald we'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/85525408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/85525408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85525408' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-84698219</id><published>2002-11-18T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T01:08:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THROUGH THE RAIN          Mariah CareyWhen you get caught in the rainWith nowhere to runWhen you’re distraught and in painWithout anyoneWe keep prayin’ to savedBut nobody comesAnd you feel so far awayThat you just can’tFind your way homeYou can get there aloneIt’s okayWhat you sayI can make it through the rainI can stand up once againOn my own and I knowThat I’m strong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/84698219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/84698219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84698219' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-82677495</id><published>2002-10-07T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T00:09:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!I LOVE YOU!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/82677495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/82677495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82677495' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-82405175</id><published>2002-10-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T23:40:23.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking of You This morning when i awakened     and saw the sun abovei softly said, "Good morning Lord,     Bless everyone i love!"Right now i thought of you     and said a loving prayerThat He would bless you especially     and keep you free from carei thiought of all the happiness     a day could hold in storei wished it all for you because     no one deserves it morei feel so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/82405175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/82405175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82405175' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-81541954</id><published>2002-09-12T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T00:36:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Your Personality?Find out!one thing i'm very sure about this is the "you smile constantly" part. there are still some friends of mine who ask me where i get the energy to smile even during my lowest moments. i'm even amazed sometimes...but i'm glad it has a good effect on the people around me. that's what matter most. well, about the "innocent" part...hmmm?? does it mean i'm not jaded?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/81541954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/81541954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81541954' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-81343122</id><published>2002-09-08T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T22:28:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Check this hottie in "The Bourne Identity"!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/81343122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/81343122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81343122' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-80909722</id><published>2002-08-30T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T21:14:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truth If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be onit. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.He sends you flowers every spring and a sunriseevery morning.Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.He could live anywhere in the universe, and He choseyour heart.What about the Christmas gift He sent you inBethlehem; not tomention that Friday at Calvary. Face it, He's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80909722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80909722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80909722' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-80722181</id><published>2002-08-26T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T01:08:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         MEET MICHELLE BRANCH!!!  I'd Rather Be in Love   I cannot help itI couldn't stop itIf I triedThe same old heartbeatFills the emptinessI have insideAnd I've heardThat you can't fight loveSo I won't complain'Cause why wouldI stop the fireThat keeps me going on?'Cause when there's youI feel wholeAnd there's no betterFeeling in the worldBut without you I'm aloneAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80722181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80722181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80722181' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-80511308</id><published>2002-08-20T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T23:15:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Carlyn Swit! thank you for this song! here it is as you have requested.. iLOVEYOU!!Thank God I Found YouI would give up everythingBefore I'd separate myself from youAfter so much sufferingI finally found unvarnished truthI was all by myself for the longest timeSo cold insideAnd the hurt from the heart it would not subsideI felt like dying Until you saved my lifeThank God I found</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80511308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80511308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80511308' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-80129801</id><published>2002-08-12T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T00:35:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leann Rimes...isn't she pretty?? well, for me she is. but i don't just love her face, i also love her song...I NEED YOUi don't need a lot of thingsi can get by with nothingof all the blessings life can bringi've always needed somethingbut i've got all i wantwhen it comes to loving youyou're my only reasonyou're my only truthI need you like waterlike breath, like raini need you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80129801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80129801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80129801' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-80089277</id><published>2002-08-10T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T22:14:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>....this favorite song of mine, was written by Hoku as an ode to God. :)YOU FIRST BELIEVEDHow many times did I pray you'd find meHow many wishes on a starGazing off into the darkDreaming I'd see your faceSafe at home unafraidCaptured in your embraceSo many times when my heart was brokenVisions of you would keep me strongYou were with me all alongGuiding my every stepYou are all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80089277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/80089277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80089277' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-79880079</id><published>2002-08-05T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T23:20:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a poem of my own...                           II alone feltI alone dreamedThe love that time will lay still for.I alone sawI alone hopedThat it would grow as we become older.Now, I alone haveI alone keepThe hurt and the pain of seeing him leave.For I alone lovedI alone triedHe never did, he never will.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79880079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79880079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79880079' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-79797830</id><published>2002-08-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T22:56:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                 TONIGHT I CAN WRITE...Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, "The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance."The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.I kissed her again and again under the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79797830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79797830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79797830' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-79723206</id><published>2002-08-01T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T23:05:17.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Let Go...Let Go...Let Go...Oh, how easy it is to sayTo..."Just let go...let God"But quite another storyIn the pathway that we trod.But there is a mighty lessonIf we'd look ahead and seeThat God in all His goodnessJust willed the storm to be.For by the storm we're strengthenedTo bend but not to breakAnd to just keep believingThat a "new us" He'll create.For God...the mighty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79723206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79723206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79723206' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-79432130</id><published>2002-07-26T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T03:13:19.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It's rainy days again...i love it when it rains. Everything seems to be under the raindrops' control. I even sometimes wish i were a flower --- waiting for the raindrops to touch me.  I love to watch the rain. My friends ask me, "What is there to watch?". I just smile. Do they not see the countless drops of water from the sky? I see those raindrops as the countless promises of God and countless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79432130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79432130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79432130' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-79246202</id><published>2002-07-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T23:34:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOD'S PERFECT CHOICE     Everyone loves to give himself completely to someone, to have a deep soul relationship with another...to be loved thoroughly and exclusively. But God says, "No, not yet, not until you are satisfied, fulfilled and contented with being loved by ME alone, with giving yourself totally to ME...to have an intensely, personal and unique relationship with ME alone. I love you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79246202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/79246202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79246202' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615270.post-78807706</id><published>2002-07-10T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T01:31:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Thank you Jho for giving me a space in the net...?? well,you know what i mean!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/78807706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615270/posts/default/78807706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fossette.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78807706' title=''/><author><name>dimps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937003724880991116</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></entry></feed>
