<?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-1955911308251820257</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:26:29.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MissyRaileeAnne</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a simple girl's blog on what she feels, wants, loves, hates and etc.

Everything that runs in a GIRL'S mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-8925379254136740256</id><published>2010-09-13T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:34:26.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MY BABY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you once. I belong to you once and as you belong to me. But no matter how painful it is I have to let you go. I taught that letting you go would make me at peace. But, eventually, I started to realized that I was wrong. Being without you and not feeling your arms around me is killing me slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret the day that I let you go. Until now, my heart is still aching for you. It’s been months since we part ways but until now every day, every night I still long for you. I miss you hugs, your kisses, your smile, you voice and the laughter we made together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what I do, I can't bring back the times that we're together. How many time did I try to forget you. But no matter what I do, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;its STILL YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85815/missyraileeanne/329353035bb85ef72d55c87cf74e12cd.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-8925379254136740256?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8925379254136740256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=8925379254136740256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8925379254136740256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8925379254136740256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-my-baby.html' title='&lt;center&gt;TO MY BABY..&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-3696773083139482449</id><published>2010-07-03T19:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:17:33.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess in My Heart </title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/TC8aQ5h4RBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Eg9rPt2nWno/s1600/pimh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/TC8aQ5h4RBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Eg9rPt2nWno/s400/pimh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489635348411073554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chapter 1 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court interpreter now reads the verdict of the honorable court:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”[CA-G.R. SP No. 915496, August 17, 1995] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGO DE GUZMAN, JR. AND FIDA DE GUZMAN, PETITIONERS, VS. HON. WIL B. LANTE, PRESIDING JUDGE, BRANCH 85, REGIONAL TRIAL COURT, TABACO CITY, ALBAY, AND EDEN  GUZMAN, RESPONDENTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D E C I S I O N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DACUDAO, J.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impugned in this petition for certiorari, as tainted with grave abuse of discretion, are the Order dated July 20, 2005 of the Regional Trial Court, Branch 16 (Family Court), Tabaco City, Albay denying the petitioners’ Motion for the Production and Examination of Documents/Writings in Special Proceedings No. T-327 for “Custody of Minor,” and the Order issued by the same court on August 25, 2005, holding that the resolution of said Motion for the Production and Examination of Documents/Writings had become moot and academic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“(SGD.) WIL B. LANTE&lt;br /&gt;“Judge”[11]&lt;br /&gt;Imputing to both dispositions grave abuse of discretion, amounting to lack or excess of jurisdiction, therein defendants-respondents, now the petitioners herein, instituted the instant petition for certiorari, and in support thereof, now contend that:&lt;br /&gt;A. THE DENIAL OF THE PETITIONERS’ MOTION FOR THE PRODUCTION AND EXAMINATION OF DOCUMENTS AND WRITINGS CONSTITUTES AS AN ACT OF SUPPRESSION OR UNDUE LIMITATION OF THE PETITIONERS’ RIGHT TO AVAIL OF THE MODES OF DISCOVERY, AND TO SUBSTANTIATE THEIR DEFENSE, AND OF THEIR RIGHT TO DUE PROCESS AND EQUAL PROTECTION OF THE LAWS, DESPITE “GOOD CAUSE” SUPPORTING THE MOTION;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. THE ORDER DENYING THE PETITIONERS’ MOTION FOR PRODUCTION AND EXAMINATION OF DOCUMENTS, AND OF THE MOTION FOR RECONSIDERATION IS BEREFT OF ANY FACTUAL OR LEGAL BASIS AMOUNTING TO VIRTUAL REFUSAL OF THE PUBLIC RESPONDENT TO PERFORM HIS BOUNDEN DUTY.[12]&lt;br /&gt;There is merit in this petition, which, we are treating, however, as a specie of mandamus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite apparent, if not altogether manifest, that the respondent court has missed its way in the maze of passionate recriminations that bristled in the pleadings traded by the parties inter se. Respondent court failed to squarely confront, or simply evaded, the basic issue presented before it for resolution: the propriety of petitioners' motion for the production and examination of the documents mentioned in the motion. Whether its action, or inaction – in failing to squarely confront, or in simply evading – the said issue, is advertent or inadvertent, deliberate or unintentional, or because it did not fully, or correctly, or clearly apprehend, or comprehend or understand the import, thrust, or meaning of the basic issue that clamors for resolution – we cannot say with certitude— because we cannot divine or read its mind. But one thing is reasonably sure and certain: it left the issue twisting in the wind – totally unresolved. Which, of course, does not conduce well to the ideal of a sane, speedy and rational administration of justice, which every court of law is expected or tasked to promote and undertake. In the context of these premises, we, therefore, treat the petition at bench more as a specie of mandamus under Section 3, Rule 65 of the Revised Rules of Court,[13] which, going by its material averments and its petititory portion, or prayer, exhibits the essential earmarks or characteristics of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEREFORE, we hereby resolved to REMAND this case to the court below for further proceedings, treating the present petition as a petition for mandamus under Section 3, Rule 65 of the Revised Rules, with instruction to that court to categorically and clearly address and resolve, with reasonable dispatch, one way or another, the aforestated basic issue posed in therein defendants-respondents', now the herein petitioners' motion for production of documents, etcetera, dated February 28, 2005. Without costs in this instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ORDERED. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“whoa.. that was tiring” yun lang ang tangging nasabi ni  Seph after hearing the judgement of the court. Again panalo nanaman siya sa kanyang kaso. Matapos ng ilang buwan halos umabot sa isang taong pag pupursige niya sa kasong iyon. Another day has past at may achievement nanaman siya sa araw nay un. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“thank you very much Mr. Ramsey you don’t know what this means to me.  Thank you so much!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wala po yun. Ginawa ko lang ang trabaho ko. So paano mauna na po ako sa inyo at paniguradong mukhang kailangan ninyo magcelebrate”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sige Mr. Ramsey salamat ulit.” Yun lang ang hinintay ni Seph at pumunta na siya sa parking lot ng court building kung saan ginanap ang pagbabasa ng hatol sa kaso niya ng araw na iyon. Masaya siya na nabawasan nanaman ng isa ang mga naparaming niyang kaso hawak niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya si Seph Ramsey. Isa siya sa one of the handsome bachelor lawyers ng bansa. Sa edad 27 ay isa na siyang kilalang abogado ng bansa. Isa siya sa mga pinagaagawang abogado ng iba’t ibang companya at pati na rin ng mga maimpluwensiyang tao ng bansa. Mayroon na rin siyang sariling law firm at marami na rin ang kumukuha ng serbisyo ng kanilang opisina. He specializes in corporate law. Pero tumatanggap din siya ng mga special proceedings. Minsan ay tumatanggap pa siya ng criminal cases pag kaya pa niya o kaya naman ay pag kakilala niya ito. Kaya masasabing sa batang edad niya ay isa na siyang professional general practitioner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman impossible yun sa kanya lalo pa at matalino siya. At hindi lang yun magaling din siya makipagusap sa iba’t ibang klase ng tao. Masasabing magaling din siya makipagtalo sa loob ng korte dahil na rin sa bilis niyang mag-isip pag may mga cross examination. Bago kasi siya pumasok sa loob ng korte ay pinag-aaralan niyang mabuti ang lahat ng anggulo ng kanyang kaso. Kinakausap din niya ng masinsinan ang kanyang mga kliente ng lahat ng puwede niyang malaman sa kaso. Ganyan siya kadedicated magtrabaho. Binibigay niya lahat ng oras at panahon niya kaya naman hindi nakakapagtaka na lahat ng kasong hawakan niya ay napapanalo niya. Yan si Seph pag umaga. Isang dikalibreng abogado pero pag gabi naman ay isang napakagwapong bachelor na mahilig sa night life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag katapos kasi ng mga kaso niya at kung wala na siyang pag-aaralang kaso kinabukasan ay diretcho na siya sa mga kaibigan niya para makipag-inuman kung saan saan mang bar na magustuhan niya. Dun niya nakikila lahat ng mga babaeng dinadate niya. Wala naman siyang seryosong karelasyon. Para sa kanya sagabal lang yun sa busy niyang trabaho. Kahit na madalas na sinasabi ng kanyang mga magulang na kailangan na niya maghanap ng magiging kasintahan at para makapag-asawa na siya ay wala siyang pakielam. Masaya siya sa buhay niya ngayon at ayaw din naman niya ng isang komplikadong relasyon. Makakasira lang yun sa career niya. Papunta siya ngayon sa bar para makipagkita sa kanyang mga kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bro.” bati kay Seph ng matalik niyang kaibigan si Andei. Nakangiting bati nito sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bro ka diyan bakit ngayon ka lang nagpakita tado ka.” Yun kaagad ang bungad niya sa kaibigan. Alam niya kaya siya binati ng ganoon noon dahil alam nitong may atraso ito sa kanya wala kasi ito nung nakaraan nagkayayaan ang barkada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bro naman. Hindi mo ba ako namiss” nakangising pa ito sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wag mo ako daanin sa pagpapacute mong yan dahil hindi ako isa sa mga babaeng niligawan mo” pangbara niya dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bro naman. Alam mo naman ang mga mayayaman gwapo na katulad natin maraming gustong makakita sa kagwapuhan naten kaya naman pinuntahan ko muna siya” buong pagmamayabang pa nito sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“tado oo kami mayaman at gwapo. Ikaw sa pangarap mo lang yun.” Sabat naman ng isa niyang barkada na si Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“tama si Carlos kami lang ang gwapo at mayaman at indemand. Ikaw hindi” sabay pabirong itunulak ni Seph si Andrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sus sabihin ninyo inggit lang kayo sa kagwapuhan ko” natatawang sagot ni Andrei sa mga barkada niya. Na siya naman ikinatawa ng iba nilang barkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ulol.”sabay sabay pa na sinabi ni Seph, Carlos at ni Toffer kay Andrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Huwag mo nga kaming pinagloloko. At ilibre mo na lang kami ng maiinom.” Sabi ni Seph kay Andrei sabay upo sa bakanteng upuan. Tango tango naman ang dalaw niyang kaibigan sa sinabi niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sure” nakangiting sabi ni Andrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SHASHA.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nandiyan na po”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“saan ka ba nagpupuntang bata ka. Alam mo naman na oras na ng tanghalian.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“diyan lang po kila Celia Tiya.” Nakangiting sagot ni Shasha sa kanyang Tiya Consuelo. Ito ang nakabatang kapatid ng namatay niyang ama. Ito ang nag-alaga sa kanya simula ng labindalawang gulang pa lamang siya. Namatay kasi ang mga ito sa isang car accident noong lumuwas ito para magbenta ng aning gulay. Yun kasi ang ikinabubuhay nila ang magtanim, mag-ani ng gulay. Bata pa lang siya ay tinuruan na siya ng mga ganuong bagay bago pa mamatay ang kanya mga magulang. Kaya naman hanggang sa ngayon  ay masaya siya sa ganuong trabaho dahil na rin sa pakiramdam niya ay sa pamamagitan nuon ay kapiling niya ulit ang kanyang mga magulang.&lt;br /&gt;“oh siya umupo kana diyan sa mesa at kakain na tayo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“opoh. Hmmm mukhang masarap yan tiya ah” nakangising sabi niya sa kanyan Tiya habang nakatingin sa hawak ng tiya niyang mangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ay naku bata ka nambola ka pa. tama na nga yan at kumain na tayo” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya si Shantel dela Vega  o mas kilala sa tawag na shasha. Ay isang simpleng babae na namumuhay sa  isang simpleng pamumuhay sa baryo ng San Leonardo sa nueva ecija  na kahit lumaki na salt sa pagmamahal sa magulang ay lumaking mabait, masunurin at may takot sa Diyos. Pinalaki si shasha ng kanyang tiyahin na matandang dalaga. Dahil sa pag-aalaga sa kanya ay nawalan na ito ng panahon para makapag-asawa. Kaya naman mahal na  mahal niya ito. Ito ang nagpaparamdam sa kanya na kahit wala na siyang mga magulang at kahit dalawa na lang silang magkapamilya ay mahal na mahal nila ang isa’t isa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85815/missyraileeanne/329353035bb85ef72d55c87cf74e12cd.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-3696773083139482449?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3696773083139482449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=3696773083139482449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/3696773083139482449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/3696773083139482449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/princess-in-my-heart_03.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Princess in My Heart &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/TC8aQ5h4RBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Eg9rPt2nWno/s72-c/pimh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-8529496979903105291</id><published>2010-07-03T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:31:31.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Personal signatures - cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3ODE1MzA*MTY1NSZwdD*xMjc4MTUzMDg2MTA4JnA9MjY4MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yNWUxN2FlYTJiZjg*/ZjEzODU*NzE3OGVlOTZlMmQxOCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;TEXTAREA_ID&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3dpbGRmaXJlLmdpZ3lhLmNvbS93aWxkZmlyZS93ZnBvcC5hc3B4P21vZHVsZT1lbWFpbCZ1cmw9aHR*cCUzYSUyZiUyZnd3dy5teWxpdmVzaWduYXR1cmUuY29tJTJmd2l6YXJkMV83LnBocA==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-8529496979903105291?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8529496979903105291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=8529496979903105291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8529496979903105291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8529496979903105291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-personal-signatures-cool.html' title='Free Personal signatures - cool!'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-2123678895003724808</id><published>2010-07-03T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:38:05.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess in my Heart </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Teaser&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si  Seph Ramsey ay isang sikat na abogado na nanggaling sa prominenteng pamilya. Kilala siya bilang isang magaling na abogado sa lahat ng aspeto at lahat ng  kanyang hinaharap na kaso ay napapanalo niya. &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa kanyang galing ay kinuha siyang maging abogado ni Don Vergel Dela Vega. Pero kakaibang kaso ang gusto nitong ipahawak sa kanya. Matatanggihan niya ba ito gayung malaking impluwensiya ito sa lipunang ginagalawan niya? Tatanggapin niya ba o tatanggihan ang kaso ni Don Vergel? Paano kung tangapin niya ito, maipapanalo kaya niya kung ito ay magiging laban sa kaligayahan niya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85815/missyraileeanne/329353035bb85ef72d55c87cf74e12cd.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-2123678895003724808?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2123678895003724808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=2123678895003724808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/2123678895003724808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/2123678895003724808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/princess-in-my-heart.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Princess in my Heart &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-1338593188399501205</id><published>2009-11-12T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:15:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; It's been a long time since I post something here at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I been so busy. That's why I have no time to post something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... The month of NOVEMBER arrived. I feel so great about this month. But this year I'm no longer a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TEENAGER&lt;/span&gt; but the time has come for me to be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOUNG-ADULT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years ago that I celebrated by 18th. I'm a grown TEENAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm celebrating for the start of my YOUNG-ADULT days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer a TEENAGER. I'm a YOUNG-ADULT a few days from now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm not a GIRL, Not yet a WOMAN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-1338593188399501205?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1338593188399501205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=1338593188399501205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/1338593188399501205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/1338593188399501205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#990099&quot;&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-2001867735638519143</id><published>2009-09-21T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:59:28.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My oh My!!!</title><content type='html'>My oh My... Its been a long time since I post my blog here at my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been so busy. Gosh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-2001867735638519143?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2001867735638519143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=2001867735638519143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/2001867735638519143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/2001867735638519143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-oh-my.html' title='My oh My!!!'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-3305129956546638936</id><published>2009-09-07T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:32:29.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~~~~NEW MOON~~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I finally read New Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the movie on November. Next stop, Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thanks to my ever kind cousin. Love yah.. Mwahh~&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-3305129956546638936?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3305129956546638936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=3305129956546638936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/3305129956546638936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/3305129956546638936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-moon.html' title='&lt;CENTER&gt;~~~~~~~~NEW MOON~~~~~~~&lt;/CENTER&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-8114261244465598163</id><published>2009-08-23T15:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:32:39.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~~Chilling Out~~~~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/24.gif" width="120" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/yellowpuppy/3.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is what I often do to relax. Its not easy to let the stress out in the open.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/45.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I miss those times when i'm chilling out with my friends.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/39.gif" width="140" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging out. Talking things. Listening to stuff that happened. Eating together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-8114261244465598163?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8114261244465598163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=8114261244465598163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8114261244465598163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8114261244465598163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/08/chilling-out.html' title='&lt;center&gt;~~~~~~Chilling Out~~~~~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-3806124269566481671</id><published>2009-08-07T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:46:54.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~~I Just Went Crazy Again~~~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Whoa, I went on a court hearing. I can't explain it. I went crazy listening to  what went inside the court room. But good thing a have the privilege to get inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super "Nose Bleeding" hearing those legal terms. Like Demurrer Of Evidence. Whoa, there is too many terms that they use that I didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it is great experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say that it not that fast, unlike what we used to hear when our Prof. dictates use to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber Crazy Day!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-3806124269566481671?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3806124269566481671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=3806124269566481671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/3806124269566481671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/3806124269566481671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-went-crazy-again.html' title='~~~~~~I Just Went Crazy Again~~~~~~~~'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-8192142979177097636</id><published>2009-07-17T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:23:44.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~GOODBYES~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Yes I love him. I love him more than anything else in this world and there is nothing that I would like better than to hold on to him forever. But I know it's not for the best. So no matter how much my heart is going to break, I've got to let him go so he can know just how much I love him. Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll come back, but if not, I can make it through this.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true enough that I love him with all my heart. But the time has come that even if you love that person so much you have to let go and move on. For it is the right thing to do for both of you to grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy said than done. But what matters is if you start doing the right thing. Before both of you will get hurt because you keep on holding on to your relationship with that person. It will hurt more if you continue with that kind of relationship, when you are together your happy. But when both of you separates you felt as if there is something missing or there is something wrong with the relationship with that man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that he is the man for you, how come you are not contented with what you both have in your relationship. Maybe, if both of you are meant to be you have to wait. But for now, you have to move on with your life and be happy. You have to enjoy life, even if he's not beside you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that you think of him. But that is normal. Because your heart still cares for him and it still shouts for his name. But there will be a time that you will have the courage to face him again. Without the pain of letting him go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you have to see that there is more to life even if he's gone. He will always have a place in your heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. T.C.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; coodlez&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/1955911308251820257-8192142979177097636?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8192142979177097636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=8192142979177097636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8192142979177097636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8192142979177097636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbyes.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~GOODBYES~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-8008127004383320678</id><published>2009-07-11T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:41:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of OJT---July 8, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlglFfqdWEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CiZbbnaWLFQ/s1600-h/legal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlglFfqdWEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CiZbbnaWLFQ/s400/legal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357072533086361666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;OJT na...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally, found a legal office for my OJT...&lt;br /&gt;So tiring.. Everyday many people come to file law suits, for PI, for follow-up and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlglL5CYfQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_y-mWUYhQFI/s1600-h/legal+balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlglL5CYfQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_y-mWUYhQFI/s400/legal+balance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357072642976808194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many paper works, legal forms, subpoenas to print.. So many cases filed man vs guy, guy vs man, child vs man, man vs child, and etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is already 5:00 o/clock in the afternoon there are still INQUEST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlglkKjmWII/AAAAAAAAAGw/2ReffOysCPY/s1600-h/legal+cartoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlglkKjmWII/AAAAAAAAAGw/2ReffOysCPY/s400/legal+cartoons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357073059996391554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-8008127004383320678?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8008127004383320678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=8008127004383320678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8008127004383320678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/8008127004383320678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/start-of-ojt-july-8-2009.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Start of OJT---July 8, 2009&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlglFfqdWEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CiZbbnaWLFQ/s72-c/legal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-9101006692226492616</id><published>2009-07-11T13:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:27:17.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~Party People~~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Slgh_SuvZDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/X3bCldia1WA/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Slgh_SuvZDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/X3bCldia1WA/s400/party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357069128000562226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How sad it is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the last parties in the campus, and I have no time to come...&lt;br /&gt;It could been great to party with friends, classmates and schoolmates...&lt;br /&gt;But, sad to say I have no time to go to that party... &lt;br /&gt;Damn!!! I missed one of the parties for this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlgiH6Mf7-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YIiI0QRRVLA/s1600-h/party....png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlgiH6Mf7-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YIiI0QRRVLA/s400/party....png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357069276033314786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't miss the coming parties this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlgiYbQei7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/MvnlpCLD2I8/s1600-h/party-pooper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlgiYbQei7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/MvnlpCLD2I8/s400/party-pooper.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357069559786277810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-9101006692226492616?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/9101006692226492616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=9101006692226492616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/9101006692226492616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/9101006692226492616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/party-people.html' title='&lt;center&gt;~~~~~Party People~~~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Slgh_SuvZDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/X3bCldia1WA/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-417382061214933233</id><published>2009-07-08T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:29:59.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlSDH8s8B7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SYL0JhTVSnc/s1600-h/letting-go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlSDH8s8B7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SYL0JhTVSnc/s400/letting-go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356050029427296178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minsan kailangan mong bitawan ang isang bagay na gusto para ka mag-grow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You have to let go even if it will be the hardest thing you do in your life. Coz, letting go one way to say that you’re mature enough to let things past by you no matter what it means to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy said than done. But if you succeed, I assure you that you will be stronger that you were before. Letting something past by will give you strength to face the next problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-417382061214933233?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/417382061214933233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=417382061214933233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/417382061214933233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/417382061214933233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-strength.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Strength&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/SlSDH8s8B7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SYL0JhTVSnc/s72-c/letting-go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-4239269936539730646</id><published>2009-07-06T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:06:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIDE A GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQwMjk5NjAxOTkmcHQ9MTI*NDAyOTk2MjI3NyZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmdD*=.gif" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-start" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne197.gif" alt="Inside a Girl" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/myspace2layouts"&gt;Myspace 2.0 layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-graphic-end" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There are times that when you see a girl, you often see her happy, laughing, hanging around with a smile on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the typical image you see in a girl. But when you get to know her, you will found out that there are so many sadness inside and there are tears kept inside that any time she's alone might just come out from no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to be as strong as she can be. That's why you see her with a smile on her face. When there are times that she wonders if what she's doing is right or wrong she just put a smile on her face like she knows what to do. That's why you can't seem to think that a girl like her would be facing that kind of big problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you look through her eyes, you will know all her sadness. Sometimes you can see also all her secrets if she trust you enough to see what is really inside of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-4239269936539730646?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4239269936539730646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=4239269936539730646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/4239269936539730646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/4239269936539730646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/inside-girl.html' title='&lt;center&gt;INSIDE A GIRL&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-250450110256447021</id><published>2009-07-05T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:32:49.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk9Ky6wDM-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rgkL9al9A-k/s1600-h/kiss-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk9Ky6wDM-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rgkL9al9A-k/s400/kiss-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354580720591516642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Every girl has to know the meaning of a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mistinguett&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss with a comma means that it has an attachments to follow. It can be different sorts of feelings that a woman  and a man will share through out the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the kiss turn out to be a question mark, it means that a woman or a man is unsure of what they really felt for each other or one of them has a question that is not answered by the man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when turns out to be an exclamation mark, it has three meanings. One, would be that he/she knows that what he/she felt for the other and that is love. Second, he or she is sure of what kind of relationship they have. Third, would be that he/she don't feel anything for the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/1955911308251820257-250450110256447021?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/250450110256447021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=250450110256447021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/250450110256447021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/250450110256447021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss.html' title='A Kiss'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk9Ky6wDM-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rgkL9al9A-k/s72-c/kiss-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-4923004753194674816</id><published>2009-07-04T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:39:08.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk8_MNNElsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EtPcjjRnu_Q/s1600-h/missing+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk8_MNNElsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EtPcjjRnu_Q/s320/missing+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354567960902276802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I missed the way to hold me. I missed the way I feel safe with you. Most of all I missed the times that you’re here beside me taking care of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart shouts to me that I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! But my brain wants me to give you up! It’s not easy to let you go. But it is the only right thing to do. But may heart wishes that someday, I will be back in your arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do if love is not enough for us to be together? All I can do know is move on with my life without you beside me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-4923004753194674816?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4923004753194674816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=4923004753194674816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/4923004753194674816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/4923004753194674816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-missed-way-to-hold-me.html' title=''/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk8_MNNElsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EtPcjjRnu_Q/s72-c/missing+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-7846216758633182857</id><published>2009-07-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:36:19.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your heart says?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk8-mQ8mfFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i36ZjDQV9nE/s1600-h/listen+to+your+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk8-mQ8mfFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i36ZjDQV9nE/s320/listen+to+your+heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354567309071907922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you love someone, the hardest part of it is to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if letting go of that person is the best way to make things right. Even if there is no right or wrong in love, the person’s involve decides if it is right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy said than done. But how can you say it’s time to let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the heart decides if it is right or wrong. If it is time to stay or it’s time to let go. SOMETIMES, YOU JUST HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR HEART&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-7846216758633182857?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7846216758633182857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=7846216758633182857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/7846216758633182857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/7846216758633182857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-does-your-heart-says.html' title='What does your heart says?'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sk8-mQ8mfFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i36ZjDQV9nE/s72-c/listen+to+your+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-4734928877124311230</id><published>2009-06-17T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:43:53.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's raining outside and how I wish be like the rain. To fall and flow and return to where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl falls in love, she fall for the guy then flow her heart into the relationship but when the times comes that you have to let go it is so hard to return on the things that change your life when your with that guy. It is so hard to fix on what is broken and it is so hard bring back what you already gave to someone you love before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a girl to move-on, she has to bring back her heart. But what if she gave it all? What can a girl do now? All she has to do is wait for the time that her heart goes back to its right full place on a girl chest. But for now, she is trying to fix what is broken so that when her heart returns to the girl, the girl can smile and say she is already move-on with the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and Rain always comes together!&lt;br /&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/1955911308251820257-4734928877124311230?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4734928877124311230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=4734928877124311230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/4734928877124311230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/4734928877124311230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955911308251820257.post-1615469978691260482</id><published>2009-05-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:07:18.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a "Girl's Best Friend"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl best friend is her clothes, shoes, bags, accessories, cell phone, and other gadgets. But wanna know what is her real best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "Girl's Own Room" is her real best friend. Her room knows every secret a girl has.  A girl's room reveals all the secret things that a girl has. Every part of her room has its own story on what a girl has in her heart. Her own room has a part on a girl's life. Whatever happened or will happen  on her life the only thing that knows it all is her own room. Even a girl's diary could be a part of her best friend, "Her Room". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her room hears all her cries, anger, laughter,  sorrow, heart breaks and even all her dreams. Before the world hears all of these, her own room knows it first. It is not on how big or how small a girl's room is important. It is what inside the room that says it all to a girl's personality and attitude. Every girl has her own different room from every other girl. Some may say that they look the same as the other girl's room, but if you really look into it, it is different from the other. That is why every girl is different from one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna know a girl deeply, you must look inside her room and I will assure you that you will find every part of what she is, is inside her own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955911308251820257-1615469978691260482?l=missyraileeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1615469978691260482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955911308251820257&amp;postID=1615469978691260482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/1615469978691260482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955911308251820257/posts/default/1615469978691260482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyraileeanne.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-best-friend.html' title='Girl&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>railee anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314470465937124131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVbqOvKnNKA/Sh_tSwRyafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K_ajQXjLl7I/S220/buterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
