<?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-659627920718095428</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:04:22.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts, Life &amp; More</title><subtitle type='html'>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5624572389452305563</id><published>2010-01-01T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:53:27.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's the New Year, year 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2009 was one heck of a year but it was a damnn good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;To all the peeps I've come to know, anyone I've hurt or offended in any way, I say this, it's a New Year. Let's leave all the shit behind us and make this year a better one. To all I've partied/goofed off with, let's do it more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't think I have any resolutions this year, cept one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm starting the year right. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-5624572389452305563?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5624572389452305563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5624572389452305563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5624572389452305563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-28384896913168324</id><published>2009-12-30T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:00:27.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Know something totally absurd? TP is the ONLY school that has lessons this week. ALL OTHER SCHOOLS, and when I say all other schools, I MEAN ALL THE OTHER FUCKING SCHOOLS IN THE COUNTRY- all the other Polys, all the JCs, the Secondary schools, Primary schools. Heck, Nursery even, ARE ON HOLIDAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;THEY HAD TO MAKE US COME BACK TO SCHOOL THIS WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;OF ALL WEEKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;It's fucking Christmas and New Years!!!! ARGHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;OH OH OH, least we only have to go for half the day tomorrow. So that's two hours for me. BUT IT STILL SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGHHHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Will someone rich nice fucker please sue the fucking school on the charge of idiocy? hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-28384896913168324?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/28384896913168324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-stupid-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/28384896913168324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/28384896913168324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title='STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6577816749586357768</id><published>2009-12-30T01:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:19:47.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unholy confessions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lately I've been doing a lot of thinking and I've come to realize a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's funny how the people you think would never leave, leave and the people who you think you'd never talk to or see again, resurface in your life. It's funny how unintended bonds are formed instantaneously and love that lasts for a lifetime builds ever so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would I forget the people who's left? Have I fogotten? No. Rather, they remain in my mind and every day, yes, EVERY DAY, I think about them. I wonder bout their well-being and I wonder if they'd ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last Christmas, I was a mess and I lost myself in the New Year. This Christmas, I spent my time with three girls I absolutely love and adore in different ways; three girls I would take a bullet for. They know who they are and girls, if ya'll are reading this, you know its you. They've come to make me realize just how much I've been burying my head in the past. I've never been good with letting go of things and I've always been a fuck-up but for once, I'm screaming at myself, "JAZ! This isn't YOU! You are BETTER THAN THIS! And YOU KNOW IT! STOP doing this to yourself and STOP pushing the people away!" For once, I don't just want to change for the people I love but I want to change for me. Because I know I deserve better. Because I know that it's about time I treat myself better for that's how I've always been. I'd be nice to the whole fucking world but to me, I'd be the nastiest piece of ass. Don't ask me why, I never knew why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've done a lot, a lot of things- good and bad. I've seen really fucked up things. I've said really hurtful things. Like I said, I am a fuck-up. But girls, you show me a different side of me. You make me remember this person I once sort of knew...without the beast raging in me, without the anger, without the violence. I don't know if it's ever possible to find innocence again but I know, in my heart, that I've found whatever's little of that innocence, in me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For once, I want to stop fighting just for the sake of fighting (if anyone messes with the people I love, you know I'd kill that sonofabitch :) ). For once, I want to let go. For once, I'll put my heart out there and put myself on the line because I love ya'll. I guess I always pushed people away to see who'd love me enough to stay, you know? And for once, I'll stop pushing the people I love away and let them see the good...and the bad of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And to all the people I've pushed away, I am deeply sorry. I guess I'd gotten too used to carrying the weight of the world on my fucking shoulders that I forgot that I'm only human. And being human, I break, I crumble and I feel. Even though that wasn't who I was before, because I never used to feel or cry, this is who I am now. For ever hurtful word I've said, every painful thing I've done, I ask for forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For once, I want to start the year right, on a clean slate, knowing exactly who I am and what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who I am: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-A girl, DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Definitely not straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Absolutely gay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-A musician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-A math genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Yes, an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Totally full of myself at times, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And girls, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-6577816749586357768?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6577816749586357768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-do-this-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6577816749586357768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6577816749586357768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-do-this-right.html' title='unholy confessions.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-4197202102978844111</id><published>2009-11-09T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:44:41.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back and exausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ipoh was gooodd. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see mommy again.&lt;br /&gt;She said she'd be back this week but I spoke to her earlier and my intuition was right- she's not gonna be back yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess I could tell myself, "I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at school now, two hours left of it before I can finally evade. Argh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Had a quiz today. Hope I do well. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to add.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy I got you the mentos, now worship me. hahaha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;go jump for joy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&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/659627920718095428-4197202102978844111?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4197202102978844111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-and-exausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4197202102978844111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4197202102978844111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-and-exausted.html' title='back and exausted.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-530692446400965637</id><published>2009-11-04T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:56:28.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent quality time with myself today. Okay wait, I do that pretty much every day considering the fact that I have the apartment to myself since my mom's not here. Today was different though. I picked up a book after what seems like a lifetime ago and things started falling into place. Funny how the simplest of acts really does it to you sometimes isn't it? Today I remembered my love for writing and reading. It's something I haven't exactly done in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I've mentioned about the changes that's been going through. My lifestyle, habits, friends and company have all evolved into different, various aspects. In some ways I've let myself down, and in the same way, I've hurt the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to pick up the pieces and mend the edges but one can only do so much when the cries and pleas are ignored. And it hurts even more to know that I've been ignored, that the people that once loved me now don't give a shit. To complicate things further (you know, because my life isn't complicated enough [SARCASM]), I still can't figure out what I did. I've been racking through my brains, through every series of events that happened, but nothing flickers. Moreover, I keep questioning but my questions lay unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I did, I beg for forgiveness. In some way, I have messed things up unknowingly, like how I always tend to do in my life. I'm not going to shout out excuses to justify my case but I will say this: I am only human therefore being human, crazy, messed up and imperfect, I tend to make one too many mistakes. Do not misunderstand my habits as a form of escape. If to escape was what I wanted, I wouldn't be fighting for this. My habits are just a part of this person I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm far from perfect, but I hope I'm good enough. There's not a day where this evades my mind. It's always there. I may not bring it up or post it, but it's there, all the time. The love I feel will always remain and no, I don't meant this in a gay way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I love, I don't replace, because they're irreplaceable- one of a kind. I may hang with a new crowd or discover new friends, but no one is replaced. The people I love, they lay in a special place in my heart unconditionally. I may say things, do things out of angst, rebellion and pure stupidity but think for a minute. Think about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I do it. I just want your attention, not in an attention seeking way but for some show of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. However stupid it may be, maybe I am stupid enough to do these things. And maybe I'm too much to put up with, or perhaps I'm not worthy enough but if any love still remains, know that I'm here, still waiting for a little love. If it's in you to show some mercy, then another chance is my plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say or do anymore. Everything that comes out, comes out wrong and I just don't know how to make things right. I'm no good at this, I'm sure you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't been replaced.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;Just understand that and know that I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that you still need me too.&lt;br /&gt;I've stayed up crying over this so many times.&lt;br /&gt;And now even, in my school library, as I type this out, I tear.&lt;br /&gt;For a girl that never used to know how to cry, and still doesn't cry easily, I reckon that says a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-530692446400965637?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/530692446400965637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/forgotten-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/530692446400965637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/530692446400965637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/forgotten-dreams.html' title='forgotten dreams.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-3113595852707575305</id><published>2009-11-02T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:55.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cut me loose, I can't breathe anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So I spoke to Ryan last night, haha. He called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And boyyyy, he really, really fucking surprised me with some of the things he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ryan: "How'd you like me to pop the question?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ME: "What question?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HIM: "You know...marriage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ME: "WHATTT?! You're thinking of marriage nowwww?!?! haha, you're not even here yet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HIM: "Yeahh, but someday you know. Would a text be good? LOL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ME: "NOOOO, you've gotta get down on one knee and ask me. Make me feel special and pampered and lovedd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Okay so then a lot of other things were said. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He's SUCH AN ASSS! hahahaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What a fucker. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That was pretty much the highlight of my day andddd talking to Rea. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Could I have possibly fallen that quickly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I haven't been serious with anyone lately well cept, you. But things have been cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We don't talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I try to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm tired of trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm tired of being the one that does everything all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm just so fucking tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;On another note, I'm still in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;9-8 today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I've got abouttttt 3 more hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I will survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ohh and playing card games with the gang today was totally awesome. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tuty, Qing Qing, Sali and Di. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Though, I really just wanna go home and heh, you know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If you don't, ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh what the hell, alcohol and cigs- yeahh, I'm back on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Rea's got me on a leash though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Baby, I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Gonna be going up to Ipoh this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Leaving here on Thursday, leaveing there on Sunday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3113595852707575305?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3113595852707575305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/cut-me-loose-i-cant-breathe-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3113595852707575305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3113595852707575305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/cut-me-loose-i-cant-breathe-anymore.html' title='cut me loose, I can&apos;t breathe anymore'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7988738710531894475</id><published>2009-10-30T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:05:57.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I cried over you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You've been so much of a stranger lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're busy, I get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But, we close, so close and now it just feels like I don't know you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't take this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've told you once, that I can lose everyone in my life but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And you said it was the same for you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I meant it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I could scream everything out loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I could beat everyone up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I could make it all go away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I would for some peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I would, for you to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-7988738710531894475?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7988738710531894475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7988738710531894475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7988738710531894475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-2154000881717397161</id><published>2009-10-29T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:19:20.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sooo exhausted from the dayyy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna blog anyway though. Firstly cause I feel like it. Secondly, I haven't blogged in a long ass time! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soooo, lots been going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY heard from Maddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Omg, I miss you soooo fucking much babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feels like forever since I last saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunch soon kays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In addition, I've been partying a lottt. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that's a lot of drinking and a wholeeee lotta smoking. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't know whyyyy I've been doing a whole lotta that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just feel like it I suppose. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta let loose or I think I'd go fucking insane. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't wanna get caught up in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though, that doesn't mean I'm running away from anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wanna have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what if it involves me getting high and stoned ass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not hurting anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOOO it was Cassy's birthdayyyy today!! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We TOTALLY surprised her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dawn and I can officially start auditioning in Hollywood. hahahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was awesomeee. haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bunch of us dinnered at KFC after and hung for a bit then made our way back. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On another note, daddy called today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My half-brother's down with H1N1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm like WHAT THE FUCKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kid's like 3 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, he's of the same age as Galvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope I can see him soon though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got a longgggg asss dayyyy planned ahead. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking forward to it though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck, I gotta wake up at 6.30am. BLEHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO thattt meanssss, I gotta crash! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good night world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-2154000881717397161?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2154000881717397161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/surprise-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2154000881717397161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2154000881717397161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/surprise-surprise.html' title='surprise surprise'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-2540275972641200488</id><published>2009-10-23T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:07:45.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Two different worlds, two different people, two seperate lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How can two so different fit into one and live in a tie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I suppose now I'd never know the answer to that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You think it can never happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think, nothing's ever impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's been said and done, on my side at least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I never got to hear your side of the story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I never will know how you really feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though, it's kinda obvious right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah, I'm finally getting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You played hot and cold with me time and time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some days were great and the others not worth a dime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though I'd say, you were worth my time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because to me, you really was worth more than a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Guess I'll let go now, that's what you want innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd move on, party and drink whiskey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe I'd finally meet someone who'd get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Am I that hard to understand really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fuck this shit, fuck that mess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My life's already complicated enough without this hanging outta my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But a friend you would always be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's how we started and perhaps that how we'd only be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No hard feelings though, though yes, I'm a little pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But heck, I'd cool down, I don't reckon I'd ever wanna speak bout this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We could hang, jam, drink and maybe club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But we gotta wait till you're old enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just HAD to be an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just got home from partying with Peggy. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There was this girl in the club who was pissed ass drunkkkkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She fell flat on her ass and face AT LEAST five times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I lost count after that. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Told her friend to give her lemon or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She said the drunk girl didn't want any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Partying again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's my way of loosening up and letting go of all the stress. haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohh, so school was like 9-6 today but the lecturer let us off at 5. Awesome or whattt. hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bumped into Cynthia while walking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That woman FORCED me to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And so I did, a little sample so she'd finally stop bugging me. hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My weekend has officially started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I sooo loveeee that I don't have school on Tuesdays and Fridays. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like okay, the other three days ARE A BITCH cause they're longggg and I end late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUTTTTT, it's like I go to school only three days a week, and I've got four days off! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why'd you have to fall for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told you NOT TO and you told me the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOU KNOW about Ryan, you heard me babbling on and on and on about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yet, last night, here, you made a move on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why my new guy best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHYYYY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't wanna hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I'm not going to choose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know how I feel about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And my dear Ryan, it's retarded how I bother blogging about you when you don't KNOW my blog address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess, it's just to babble. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But yes, GET YOU GET YOUR BOSS TO GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE QUICK!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want the pizza and beer with you. hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I look at EVERY guy and I want none of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;None but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See, I told you I could wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It just struck me that if Ryan were to google my name, my blog address would appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, there's a 50% chance that he MAY know my blog address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He doesn't know I blog though, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;OH YA! His internet in cancelled! :D hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Peggy, next time we go partying and IT'S JUST THE TWO OF US, please don't wear shoes that'll kill your feet can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wanna dance till we get chased out. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or at least till the music stops. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aightttt, it's like 4am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give it two more hours and I would've been up and active for the past 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm gonna sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;OHH, I'm gonna cook spaghetti tomorrowwww. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;For Peggy and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate eating alone at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's bad enough it's empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maddy, I'm still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'd say one thing though, to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You said you didn't wanna hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All this time, I have been hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just never showed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I guess things are better this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wish you could talk to me straight in the face though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you're worried I'd breakdown, chill, I'm stronger than that, I'm tough. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-2540275972641200488?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2540275972641200488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2540275972641200488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2540275972641200488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/done.html' title='done.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-456532362864393655</id><published>2009-10-20T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:21:59.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not supposed to be this way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other night was sooo bloody fucking frustrating. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed by midnight, wanting to be fresh in the morning for school.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 3ish and I couldn't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking frustratinggggg. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I literally stayed in bed and forced myself to sleep but came to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;PSHTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was pretty aighttt.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I had ice-cream three times yesterday. OMGGG!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;First was in school.&lt;br /&gt;Second was while I was walking home- Macflurry. :)&lt;br /&gt;Third was at Gelare when I met up with Peggy and Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop this addiction, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd rather smoke more. lol&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with you.&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to contact you and there's no response whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;What'd I do this time?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do at all?&lt;br /&gt;Am I not there enough?&lt;br /&gt;WHATTT IS ITTTT?!&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me nuts seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Like, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;school's 8-7 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Got a break from 12-6 though.&lt;br /&gt;I know, what the fuck right?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be meeting up with Peggy at town.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to check some stuff out so yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna clean up.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really gonna tire myself out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Peggy, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Least, I'd prolly sleep like a baby right?&lt;br /&gt;No waking up in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, Ryan, HURRYYYYYYYY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-456532362864393655?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/456532362864393655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-supposed-to-be-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/456532362864393655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/456532362864393655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-supposed-to-be-this-way.html' title='it&apos;s not supposed to be this way.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1257525353021826116</id><published>2009-10-18T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:52:57.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.will.survive. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGGG SCHOOL TOMORROWWW! Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and I stayed over Aunty's place yesterday, in JB. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousin's wife and her kids went there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a little drinking session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to sleep at about what? 2? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I didn't sleep all night the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More than 24hours awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIOKKK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Aunty woke up super early to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was the last one to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I finally did, it was about noon, I THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL TOMORROWWWWW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and MOMMY'S GONEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from the apartment at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her coach is on Monday night, she's currently at Aunty's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aight, don't really feel like blogging but I HAD to whine about school opening so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9-8 tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WILL SURVIVEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'll look forward to no school on Tuesday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dingdong, don't curse at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1257525353021826116?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1257525353021826116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/iwillsurvive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1257525353021826116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1257525353021826116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/iwillsurvive.html' title='i.will.survive. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-382311369772657798</id><published>2009-10-16T04:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:09:19.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new clothess finally! hahaha. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been thinking about how I would begin tonight's entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Figured I'd start with yesterday's series of events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I was supposed to work the 5-11 shift but I ditched cause mommy, aunty and I were gonna go see maddy's mom. Mommy told me she and aunty could find their way but it just didn't feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohhh pluss, in the end she was soooo supportive to me ditching work. If only she reacted the same way towards school eh? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I wanted to see them all- maddy, her mom and her dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The space was still there between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't even know what I did wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been talking to a lot of people about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just don't know what to do about it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm gonna do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just in case I mess things up further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't even know what I did in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So thennn, we came back here and mommy, aunty and uncle drove in to JB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I met up with Peggy and accompanied her to dinner cause she was hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we went on with the night's schedule cept that we switched clubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, we were gonna go to Butterfactory but the queue was just insane so we switched to Rebel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good night though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planned to stay till 2.15am (I wanted to stay till the club closed but oh well, Ron and I negotiated. hahaha) but uh, Peggy got a little wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOMAN YOU DID! hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soooo she went back to Ron's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This guy Jason that was with us met up with some friends I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I went to meet an old friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Douglas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got a free ride home :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Came back, showered, crashed. hahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up at almost 3pm today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I didn't go to work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spent the day with mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all, all I got left with her is till this Saturday. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God knows how long it'll be till I see her next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She says she'll come back every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what SHE says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I honestly doubt it but we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brother dropped the little love of my life over. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Galvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The three of us went to Orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy wanted to get me something so I figured the sneaker boots but I couldn't find the damn shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So instead she bought me some stuff from Cotton On and Forever 21. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEAHHH BABYY! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohh, and the timetable for next semester's out. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't have school on Tuesday and Friday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But but but, the rest of the days are pretty wacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's aight, hahahahaha, the two off days make up for it I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Omg, it's 5am and mommy's waking me up at 9.30am later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna help her cook! hahahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohh, and I spoke to Ryan today. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God, I hope he comes soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you, I need you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take some time, clear the thoughts in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I understand what you're going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Word of advice though, don't merge everything together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep them seperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's how I do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Otherwise, I think I'd be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you know what I mean though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope everything's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And maddy, take care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what's the problem and I can't figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, I have a hunch but I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But yeah, I'm always here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please stop being so cold towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I may not be there physically 24/7 but I'm here always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One call or text away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all you gotta do, call or text and YOU KNOW I'd come running on bare feet if I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And mommy's leaving monday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd come back on Sunday, by evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna be a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I can hope for is to not be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate it when she comes cause she's always gonna have to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5.04am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-382311369772657798?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/382311369772657798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-clothess-finally-hahaha-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/382311369772657798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/382311369772657798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-clothess-finally-hahaha-d.html' title='new clothess finally! hahaha. :D'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-709759337563149455</id><published>2009-10-14T06:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:39:22.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fineeee i'll sleep nowwww. hahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stole this from CPR's bloggg cause I'm just tooo stubborn to sleep. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bold what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fine, I'll sleep after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. You’re currently confused about someone’s feelings for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. You have been in a serious relationship before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. You own an iPod of some sort. &lt;/strong&gt;[it's dead though. :(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;04. You do not like your sibling’s girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. You drink too much alcohol.&lt;/strong&gt; [sometimes, and I used to? lesser now.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;06. You have been to the Olive Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;07. You have taken medicine of some sort this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. It is really cold in your house right now.&lt;/strong&gt; [heh, air-con in room]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;09. You are extremely dependent on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. You do not like to express your feelings in front of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. You ate a lot of food today. &lt;/strong&gt;[uh huh, A LOT of ice-cream. hahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. It doesn’t take much for you to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. People consider you a sappy sort of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Someone in your family is rich.&lt;/strong&gt; [cousin count? heh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. You have been to Disney World or Disneyland before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. You hate when people constantly talk about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. You are a good listener, but you hate complainers. &lt;/strong&gt;[sometimes.haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Someone has called you for a serious medical emergency before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. You have had a serious surgery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. Your house has a spare bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21. Your house is old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. You have at least one cousin under the age of three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23. You have never held a baby before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24. You can’t handle toddlers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25. You have a painting in your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26. You have been to Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27. You have been to Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. You love cherry flavored lollipops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. You celebrate Easter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. You observe Lent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. You are Catholic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32. You do not believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33. Religion is not important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. You want to have a small family one day. &lt;/strong&gt;[well, not that small. but two kids would be MORE than enough. hahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35. You would rather have more sons than daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. You have more aunts than uncles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. You hate being too cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;38. You currently are way more tan than everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. You wear shoes in your house. &lt;/strong&gt;[sometimes. when I forget something.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;40. Your parents are clean freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41. You are more messy than clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42. You are currently angry at someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;43. Patience is so not a virtue to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;44. Your desk is extremely clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Your bed sheets are either blue, green, black, or white. &lt;/strong&gt;[currently blue and yellow.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;46. When you hear “black &amp;amp; white” it reminds you of Katy Perry’s ‘Hot n Cold’ song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;47. You have no clue what that song is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;48. You think rap artists are completely pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. You are glad George Bush will be [is] out of office.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50. Politics are boring to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;51. You take a vitamin daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;52. You feel like you are sick often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. You hate throwing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;54. You think it’s gross when people set food down on their desk at school with no napkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;55. You also find it gross that people sit on top of desks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. You are now cringing at the thought of someone’s food where someone’s ass was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. You love getting bubble baths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;58. You do not like chocolate at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;59. You are allergic to nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60. You have been stung by a bee before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. You have been to the emergency room before for something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. One of your parents is 50 or older.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. You are the baby of your immediate family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;64. You hate broccoli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Cooked carrots are good, though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;66. You go on tumblr too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. You are really comfortable right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. You like witty t-shirts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. You are a major fan of underground bands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. You have been on an airplane before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;71. You are not afraid of heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;73. You have had a panic attack before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;74. The thought of being old and alone bothers you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;75. You would choose the elderly over children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. You feel like you’re living in the wrong decade. &lt;/strong&gt;[at times. hahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. You have smoked weed before. &lt;/strong&gt;[SHHHH!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;78. You think it’s way too cold outside right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. You love the thought of sleeping in tomorrow morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;80. You would rather go to bed early and get up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;81. You feel like the early bird catches the worm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;82. You are a big breakfast eater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;83. You are currently suffering from the common cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;84. You are craving something salty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;85. You have been in a car today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. There is something plugged in near you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. You have heard of the TV show “Private Practice.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;88. You do not like medical television shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;89. You prefer horror to comedies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. You adore Leo &amp;amp; Kate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;91. You think high-waisted pants look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;92. You hate cheesy movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. You enjoy camping out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;94. Bugs don’t bother you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. You do well in school without trying.&lt;/strong&gt; [secondary school! hahahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;96. You are extremely jealous of someone currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. You feel like you have changed a lot from 08-09.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. You like energy drinks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. You like italics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100. 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I showered and went back out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we hung out till like 5.45am. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shiokkkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A new closeness formed, a new bond made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny how he was the boy I bullied/whacked/played with while I was in Evergreen and I never really knew much about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny how one night changed all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like we talked about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's the third person now to tell me this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Don't be so harsh on yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohh, and, "Looking at all your problems and all you went through, all of mine seem so small."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah well, my motto to shit is, "Fuck it, don't let it fuck you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUHAHAHAHAAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So work today was fucking insane at first. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, not really, a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I stepped in at five, I was told that there were people from headquaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, my manager assigned me to Station 1, 2, and hosting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIOKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best part: I knew 3 people seated at station 1 itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All within tables 1-4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fucking insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Table 1: Ex band teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Table 2: Ex secondary schoolmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Table 4: The most epic. Parish priest. Father Terence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was the FIRST person I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like, "WHAT THE FUCKKKK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course I didn't say it out though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that was workkk, and after work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I'm gonna drop by Maddy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I'm going to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I'm meeting Peggy and after that, we're going clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to let looseeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, two shots, I get on the dance floor and for a while at least, everything goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everone needs a breather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's no such thing as there not being time to take one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If there's not time, FIND IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kay it's 6.08am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I INTEND on waking up by noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna crashhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHHH, called daddy and wished him today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna meet him on either the 23rd or 26th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/659627920718095428-7222869899720564857?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7222869899720564857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-closeness-formed-new-bond-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7222869899720564857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7222869899720564857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-closeness-formed-new-bond-made.html' title='a new closeness formed, a new bond made.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-2555046911473691365</id><published>2009-10-13T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T03:03:20.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday daddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every child has one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not every child does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because some dads just aren't around and some just don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My father has one of the most brilliant minds I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is talented in more ways than one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talents which he passed onto me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's got a charm that would probably woo just about anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone but me because I know that charm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's another of those talents he passed on to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's the only man I've ever cried for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A father is what most daughters long for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most mothers don't get their daughters the way the fathers do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a special bond between fathers and daughters, and if you have a father, I'm sure you share that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My father was strayed by the age of twelve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He did drinking, gambling, smoking and drugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He conned every person he knew he could,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Money was all he was after, for them drugs to soothe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, he's not perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's far from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But he's my dad, and he always will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In more ways than one, I am mostly like him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though I'm glad to say my path isn't very much like his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love it when I do meet him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart aches when he has to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And as he does, both our hearts start to crumble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my head's screaming, "Daddy don't leave me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, however, is a day unlike any other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a day he grows another year older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowing he has little time left really bothers me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just gotten to know him and now he would have to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the whole world may forsake you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your sisters and brothers may hate and abandon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I would never leave you daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wish I could tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much is going on with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good and bad, I need you here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna know what you'd say when you've come to know of these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Promise me though, that you'd never tell mommy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know she'd kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sure that's quite literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've accepted every way you are, the good and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your other family? You know I'm way past that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just need you, really that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make up for all those times you weren't here to guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you were so high on drugs or fighting with mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know she almost ended her life because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know it was more than once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know this is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My childhood wasn't exactly what other kids had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mine was traumatic, with full of violence, hatred and I was sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never felt in all those years of growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And for a while I hated all of you for really fucking me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still a little messed up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My past comes back to haunt me some nights and that really sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I get through it though and mostly I feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess it was because I had no one to hold me, save me from this reality show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not a show though, it was reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was my life, and I lived through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess you could say I'm still a little fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But fuck it, you ain't so perfect yourself, so shut the fuck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG, an entire rap is going on in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like eminem all of a sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many many. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-2555046911473691365?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2555046911473691365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2555046911473691365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2555046911473691365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='happy birthday daddy.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6361882723268905524</id><published>2009-10-12T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:12:05.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a child, I used to recite this prayer and till today, the words remain intact in my mind; a prayer encrypted to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;However, I never knew its true meaning until about two days ago when I watched a movie with my mom and uncle.&lt;br /&gt;And the meaning touched me so, so much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, mommy, uncle and I dinnered at Jack's Place. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time we went to dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked 6-11 yesterday. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then a few of us went to Macs.&lt;br /&gt;I got ice-cream! :D hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I feel like having ice-cream now.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;I shall finish my chicken rice, then I shall persuade mommy to give me money to go down and purchase some ice-cream! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll get a tub! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galvin's running around in my room. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;OHH, daddy called me today! :)&lt;br /&gt;Said he'd prolly be able to meet me next week :D&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYAN ALEXANDER MADDISON!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ARE YOU COMING?!?!?! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;actually, I miss a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;Maddy.&lt;br /&gt;Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Juelz.&lt;br /&gt;Ayu.&lt;br /&gt;DADDY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, mommy, aunty and I were doing a little planning of my 21st birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said there can't be drinks cause daddy's side will be here and they don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;So she's like, "We're not going to offer drinks. Drink after that."&lt;br /&gt;PSHTTT!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the planning is still ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm gonna do some grocery shopping now.&lt;br /&gt;ICE-CREAM!!!! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-6361882723268905524?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6361882723268905524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6361882723268905524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6361882723268905524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-you.html' title='missing you.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6096013580864395299</id><published>2009-10-10T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:58:31.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother-daughter time. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Was talking to mommy for like an hour or so earlier. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She couldn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Omgggg, we're gonna go watch a HINDI movie tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Things I do for her...LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thennn after that, her, uncle and I are gonna be dinnering at Jack's Place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Awesomeness. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She wants to meet my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;For one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;For an explanation to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm gonna let her have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If that's what she needs, then okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But if this continues, and he comes back, then I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't want history repeating itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Worked 1-10 today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My muscles are aching now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Usually it doesn't, even after a full shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maybe it's because of all the dancing last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And all the heavy stuff I carried throughout the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;AND INSUFFICIENT REST AND SLEEP! YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bleh. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;One of my colleagues said I looked different today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Funny thing though, I didn't change a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maybe I'm glowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Or maybe I'm just bloody happy that mommy's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Shit, I'm gonna be a mess when she leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nevermind, I shant think about that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll just enjoy our time together. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;OH OH OH, I was a very, very, very, VERY happy girl at work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There was a wrong order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rizal made Cookie Summit instead of Nutty Mighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Know what cookie summit is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, it basically comprises of cookies and cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;COOKIES AND CREAM ICE CREAMM!!! :D hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;SO yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was sharing it with my manager at first but after having a little of it, he was full and I GOT THE REST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;MUHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;OH, and I was a very good girl too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I only had ice-cream ONCE today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;:D hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I told my mom about my ice-cream addiction and she just shook her head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Omg, I'm so tired and sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I really really need a massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Come faster, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I need your hugging, touching and kissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That sounds fucking wrong. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't mean it THAT way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I mean it in a I miss him way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Funny, why do I miss him so much? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;He brightens up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Really, he does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I feel like killing his boss now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;OH OH OH! Hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Earlier in the day, when I was with my mom in the kitchen while she wiped the stove and talked to me, she pointed at the JD box and went like, "Is there still any left?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ME: "Got. Very, very little. But got. :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We're thinking of making my 21st a home kinda thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Few relatives, and the rest, my loves. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, the party can do down in the club maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There'll be lotza alcohol there, and dancing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Somewhere inbetween, I'll get the tattoo done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And somewhere in there, the trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-6096013580864395299?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6096013580864395299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/mother-daughter-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6096013580864395299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6096013580864395299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/mother-daughter-time.html' title='mother-daughter time. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8832028081991047956</id><published>2009-10-09T04:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:43:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just got back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visited Play (the club) today, but we left after a while and went to Double O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanted to go to Rebel but it was closed tonight, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Zirca had a private party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was Lesbian Night at Play though, hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went in early, so we could get in free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we were TOO early and no one was dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we decided to ditch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, going to Play, I realized something really important and distinctive and I told this to Peggy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME: "I just realized how I really cannot make it as a butch after looking at all these people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEGGY: "Yeap! You are girly, you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Discover something deeper, if not new, about yourself everyday yeah? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like tonight, I wanted to trying going all butch, especially with my new hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stepping in to the club, I realized just how much of a girl I really am. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like okay, I may not be the girliest of girls, but I am girly, but at the same time I'm tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Living my life, it's either be tough or die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love myself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH OH! Peggy did say that she felt like she was talking to a hot guy when we just met though. HAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we danced in Double O till we sweattttttt. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After bout an hour or so, Peggy, Ron (her friend) and I went out for a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smoked. duh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He didn't. He doesn't. Good boy eh? HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thennnn I went back in, ALONE, cause they were just tired and inside, it was just too hot for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't care if it was hot; I just wanted to let loose, dance, and just forget about EVERYTHING for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that was exactly what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went back in, stepped into an altogether different universe and just danced. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though, two guys started dancing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One, started grinding me from behind, but I couldn't really care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in another world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't even realize he was grinding me till he went away. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, earlier in the night, one girl was apparently interested in me but I was just too stupid to realize. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't know until Peggy mentioned it when we went to smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE: "You ah! Girl wanna grind with you and you still don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME: "Whattt laaaaa! I idiot can?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Know what though, there's only ONE guy I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Ryan Alexander Maddison, it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess you had me falling from four years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And even though we lost contact, after all these time, the feelings just don't go away do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thankfully, it's mutual. hahahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's only one girl I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if I had known the girl wanted to grind me, I don't reckon I would've done anything else different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd rather you grind me can? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought of calling you tonight but I knew you'd be freaking irritated of not being able to club, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And girl, I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So stop feeling un-needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't know what to feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Babe, feelings are supposed to be based with the heart, not mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't think so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy should be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She took the 11pm bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 4.23am, as I type this entry, and await her return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God, please, PLEASE, no fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dread them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They're very tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been angry all my life and I don't wanna live with hatred, anger and pain no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though sometimes, there's just no escaping it is there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna go to Maddy's on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna see her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think mommy may come along too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heh, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's time to get my priorities right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School's gonna resume in about a week's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't been at my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuty, I'm gonna need your help with this aight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets be nerds next semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But yeah, I wanna bring my GPA back up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's time to revive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will all that said, I am still gonna party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clubbing lets me let loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though, I gotta have a shot or two first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aight, I'm gonna call it a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Working 1-10 tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't go work today, though I was supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopefully I don't get in trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, oh, I've got another song lyric to share tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leo, I think this song applies to you and Edwin too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And babe, I know how 7 days can seem like a long time, but it'll pass okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though, I know what you're feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know how that emptiness feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's something I feel too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You got me though, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm only a call away, 24/7, anyday, anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie Imbruglia- Counting Down The Days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You were right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I don't wanna be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If your gonna be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Was that supposed to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll hold tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll remember to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though it has been a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And without you does it matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's no room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No place to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When our souls are apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanna travel through time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See your surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hold you so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanna be a million miles away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How've you been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's just the usual here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And days are feeling like years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And every day's without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just a little too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I think of your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And everything about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I feel cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When our souls are apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanna travel through time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See your surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hold you so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanna be a million miles away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanna travel through time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See your surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hold you so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanna be a million miles away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm gonna be your surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm gonna hold you so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah I wanna travel through time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See your surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd hold you so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanna be a million miles away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanna travel through time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See your surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd hold you so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm counting down the days tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanna be a million miles away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A million miles away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8832028081991047956?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1548863164751786209</id><published>2009-10-07T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:47:07.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tips tips tips. :) :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I TOTALLY LOVED WORK TODAY! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Okay, firsttt, Miss Melissa, my secondary school Malay teacher dined in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;She gave me PERSONAL tips of $4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then after that there were these three Indian men and they gave me personal tips of $5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thennn, there was this white couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;They gave me $2 and some coins which equated to $3plus plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I GOT $11 of PERSONAL tips altogether!!! I put the coins in the tip box though to share with the rest. BUT THAT WAS STILL AWESOMEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ayu, this remains between you and me only!!! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;So came back and checked my e-mail, there was one from Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The idiot still isn't here yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;His project here got delayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I SOOO WANNA FUCKING KILL HIS BOSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;But but, in a way, I'm kinda glad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;My hairstyle looks like a guy now ah. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Not saying I don't love it, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;But but but, will he? HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Like some people say I look sexy with this hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Some say I look cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And some say I look like a little boy. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;SO YEAHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I can't wait to see him though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm still counting down the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Poor boy was sooo excited to come here, he disconnected everything- tv, internet, phone, etc, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;In the end, he was delayed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm gonna be meeting Peggy tomorrow after hanging with Rizal, Khai and Ayu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;She may be joining us, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I won't be going back tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;We're going to Play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Heh.heh.heh.heh.heh.heh.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'll be good though, I promise. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;It'll be good to be hanging with Peggy though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Like, I can't remember the last time just the two of us hung out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mom's gonna be back the day after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Which means it's last minute cleaning time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Omg, okay, I am such a fucking pig ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;You know I ate like FOUR scoops of ice-cream at work today?!?!?! HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thank God Swensens ice-cream are low in fat, otherwise righttt. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I seriously need to cut down on ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Like, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Otherwise right, omggg. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'd come to eating ONE TUB A DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;That's not goooddd! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I know! I'll replace something with ice-cream else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;DO NOT EVEN THINK VEGETABLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hmmm, I could deal with bananas though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;That's one fruit I loveeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;No wonder I'm such a monkey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Went home to Maddy's last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I called her after meeting Uncle and was like, "I don't know where to goooooo!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;She's like, "You choose ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm like, "I CHOOSE YOU!" HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;:) :) :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ohh Uncle and I watched Surrogates yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fucking cool movieeeee. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm thinking of heading back to the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Or start swimming again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;SEETEE RAINBOWWWW I NEED MY GOOGLESSS BACKKK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I miss you seh babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And Tuty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And GERMANY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Omg, I totally miss touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And soccer. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;My stupid stupid knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;You know, sometimes I think, "Fuck my stupid knee problem," and just play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;But, one fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;One injury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And it'll be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And then I'll be gone cause my mom would kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I miss sports though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Because of this, I can't do Muay Thai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I've been wanting to do it for soooo long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's the only way I can fight without getting in trouble with the cops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;heh heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I really do miss the fighting scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I should get in a fight soon, just to see if I still have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Aighttttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Working 11-6 tomorrowww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gotta sleeppppppp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Or I'dd dieeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1783239220769458573</id><published>2009-10-06T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:55:59.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love will keep you up all night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Worked 1-11 yesterday. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIOKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Off today! (Ryan SHOULD be here by today! i think. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow's shift's 11-9. Supposed to get off at 5 but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anywho, I'm meeting Uncle later. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think he wants to watch a movie, and I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I reckon I'll go back home to Maddy's! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, I slept at like 7 this morning. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Initially woke up at about 3.05pm and we all know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up at 4, when Leo called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then mommy called. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Told her about my shift last night and she was like, "Wah so long...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ME: "Nah, don't worry. Time passes by quickly. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then she told me to eat something cause I haven't eaten for more than 12 hours? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm beginning to wonder if this is all worth it. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The words spoken are very much similar to the words I've heard before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I that hard to look after really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I'm strong, but even Superman has kryptonite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;On another note, mommy's coming back on Friday or Saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;She can't decide if she's gonna take the Thursday night coach or the one on Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Either way though, mommy, uncle and I are going to dinner on Saturday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Took off specially for her. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna bug uncle to go Jack's Place! :D :D :D :D :D MUAHAAHAHAHAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, okay, it doesn't have to be Jack's Place. hahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;okay okay okay okayokay. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Was doing a MASSIVE download of Backstreet Boys music last night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, I know I don't usually post lyrics, but this song really just touches me, in more ways than one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys- Love Will Keep You Up All Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I won't tell nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll just scream it in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nothing good in life is scripted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's not like we predicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That the one you wantIs gonna be the one you thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I won't tell nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I won't live like a prisoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nothing has to be so perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can you tell me was it worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because her heart can't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And even though her face may try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love can keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's not something you can decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The next you're crying on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You got a taste of sweet divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It took you to the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If I don't tell a living soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Still everyone would know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes they would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's always three am somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You know it when you get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some people try to cover it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some people think it's never enough (never enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's not something you can decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The next you're crying on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You got a taste of sweet divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It took you to the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't mean to scare you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But everybody has a first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day when you're old and gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't look back and never say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You should have tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stayed up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's not something you can decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The next you're crying on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You got a taste of sweet divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It took you to the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's not something you can decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The next you're cryin', you're cryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You got a taste of sweet divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It took you to the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1783239220769458573?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1783239220769458573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-will-keep-you-up-all-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1783239220769458573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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losing myself endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked 9-5 today.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 5am yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7.30am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And that all equates to : FUCKING SHOIKKK! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Uncle for mass earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to reach him, but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ayu called, met her.&lt;br /&gt;She went to submit MC, then we hung out and smoked at titanic.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into ex fuchun schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Ayu, please ah, Firdaus is sooooo not cute! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn, I called Mad.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up coming back home here, finally. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've missed them- Mad, her dad, her mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's 1-10 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayu said the same thing as Peggy did today.&lt;br /&gt;For me to stop being so hard on myself, to dream a little.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to dream though, someshit goes down and I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, take me away, please.&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/659627920718095428-2558253438320371740?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2558253438320371740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/save-me-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2558253438320371740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2558253438320371740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/save-me-from-me.html' title='save me from me.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7977691686585113325</id><published>2009-10-04T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:13:47.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding affection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Spoke to Peggy yesterday after Godonlyknowshowlong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;She imed me saying Wendy's pissed at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I ended up calling her and we ended up talking on the phone till 5 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;It was nice to talk to her though, after all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Told her about Mad's mom and everything that has been going on since then- and everything that has been going on generally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I intended on going home to Mad's tonight, I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;But I called and there was no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I reckon she's asleep already so I came back here instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Work was supposed to end at 10 tonight, but the manager extended my shift to 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Oh well. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I haven't been at my best lately and I'm seriously getting pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;For example, my knee's been giving me shit so it hurts and I feel bloody restricted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Jamming yesterday sucked, and I hated how I sang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I KNOW I can sing better, I HAVE sung better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I don't know what's it with me recently. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Peggy's like, "You gotta stop beating yourself up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;And well, she's right I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hah, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Just got off the phone with Ayu. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;We spoke for damnnn long ahhh. SHIOKK. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ayu, I know I didn't tell you this, but thank you for saving my night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Was feeling really shitty earlier. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I want to be with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Someone who would love me, take care of me as I will too, of the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Someone who understands me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;That's why I was feeling shitty earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I hate this somtimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;No, no, I hate this period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Like, I enjoy the time to myself, I need time to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;But this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;This is just...too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;And some nights are just horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;And I end up beating myself up horribly, not literally of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Yesterday, I met the band, we jammed and hung out, then I went to the airport to send Marisa and Dawn off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Marisa greeted me with a hugeeeee hug, then she pulled my hair cause I cut it. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Thennn, she hit me, cause of all the times I annoyed her on facebook, msn, etc. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I loveee annoying her, it's sooo bloody entertaining. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Then we waited for Dawn who was late, AS USUAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I've really missed the two of them a lot. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;OHOH, Marisa's parents were AWESOMEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;They drove me back from the airport, when they live in SIMEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;OMGGG. hahaha. Awesomee righhttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Marisa says I look like a little boy with my new haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Dawn says I look prettier, as does her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I wonder what would maddy say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;My colleagues were all cool with my haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;They say it looks good. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I was like, "I look like a guy! HAHAHA. But a hot one so I don't mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;And, they agreed. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I told my mom I cut my hair she was like, "WHYYY DID YOU CUT YOUR HAIRRRRR?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;ME: "FOR FUNNNNN! It'll grow back anyway! hahaha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Uncle can't wait to see it. bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I wanna attend mass tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Uncle's gonna be attending with me. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I hope he won't be late cause then I'd be alone. And that sucks. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;And I hope I don't get held back at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I end at 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I hope to LEAVE at 5. we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I wanna go back to mad's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Maddy, I miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Like, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;It's the 4th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Ryan may be here tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I have no ideaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-7977691686585113325?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7977691686585113325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/spoke-to-peggy-yesterday-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7977691686585113325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7977691686585113325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/spoke-to-peggy-yesterday-after.html' title='finding affection.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5962847850954069059</id><published>2009-10-02T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:50:42.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CUT MY HAIR AGAIN! HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Leo today...after like three weeks. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to cut her hair.&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up cutting my hair too.&lt;br /&gt;People, don't get a heart attack when you see me kays?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, it's pretty short. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked the morning shift today- 9 to 5.&lt;br /&gt;I was late butttt, I think I got away with it. hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was children's day and because Swensens is a family restaurant, it was PACKEDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we open at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;By fifteen minutes past opening, there was a crowd and the crowd kept coming in.&lt;br /&gt;It.Didn't.Stop.&lt;br /&gt;I requested to do setting today cause I couldn't walk.&lt;br /&gt;My knee was sooooo fucking painful today ah.&lt;br /&gt;I literally felt the gap between my bones, and the friction everytime I moved my knees and that ain't the best feeling in the world, at all.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;I hated it though cause I felt so bloody restricted.&lt;br /&gt;Like, it was so busy and I wanted to do more, help out more but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went back home to Mad's but I didn't stay too long.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out there for a bit then I changed and went to meet Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't know what to do about the whole thing, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Like, I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do so much to help out but I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda frustrating, towards myself, because I feel so much for mad and her family but I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just wish you had the answers to everything sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm gonna be meeting the band tomorrow, with Leo. Well, she's part of the band too, duh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I think we're gonna jam.&lt;br /&gt;I think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've got some time before meeting Dawn and Marisa so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating whether I should go home to Mad's before meeting Leo.&lt;br /&gt;But it's like, I don't feel like I'm much of a help you know?&lt;br /&gt;Like, yeah, I help with the feeding and medications sometimes but I wanna do more.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Leo and I FINALLY remembered to take pictures together. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we didn't manage to take any before the haircut but we got some extremely flash lighted ones on our way home in the cab. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, another note, I feel like drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-5962847850954069059?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5962847850954069059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cut-my-hair-again-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5962847850954069059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5962847850954069059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cut-my-hair-again-haha.html' title='I CUT MY HAIR AGAIN! HAHA'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6303825015430819875</id><published>2009-10-01T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:18:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home alone and this is what it does to me, right after mommy leaves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The brown eyes I once new, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The brown eyes I was addicted to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was a long time ago, yes, that was then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A time when you and me walked hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Funny how I know I'm over you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And yet every break-up song reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of all the exes you're the only that comes to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe it's because of the love I had for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was supposed to last for all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I'm no longer yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And you're no longer mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And of every word I've said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;They were said to feel you with hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I figured that maybe you'd start to date,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And forget me, treat me as a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Though, you were never that to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I truly wanted us to last for an eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I guess it just wasn't meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why do I still think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I ask myself night after night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Knowing that last kiss we had was lost and different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There wasn't any love or passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Though, I wanted you so badly at that moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But knowing how it would leave us, I just lost interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Can't help wondering though, what would have happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If I had you skin on skin on me, fuck it, it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAHAHAHA, RANDOMMMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;BOREDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-6303825015430819875?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6303825015430819875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-alone-and-this-is-what-it-does-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>i hate it when she comes cause it sucks when she leaves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mommy came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now she's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It always hits me hard when she leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I get into this emo state and I sometimes drown myself in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's the loneliness I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I should be used to it but well, I guess some things just never go away do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mommy and I went to JB the night before last's. We slept over at my cousin's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aunty's house prayers were yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I woke up at like 4am, and upon looking at the time I went like, "Wa lau, mommy, this is the time I go to sleep not wake up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So yeahh, that was that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After the prayers, we went to eat! Like, finally hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I forgot to bring my Malaysian Ringgit so I couldn't buy cigs but Aunty was awesome and gave me money. HAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Highlight of mom's visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We didn't fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Okay, we argued a bit but it wasn't a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She just wants me to stop smoking and I told her I'd try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Rightttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Whatever makes her happy though? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In time though, I reckon she'd be able to accept this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In time. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So work sucked today at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing happend. I just wasn't in the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was in the emoness of mommy's leaving. If that even makes sense. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It really really sucked at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was so close to just walking out and going for a smoke cause that was how bad I needed one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mommy's leaving just kept going on in my head and working in a family restaurant doesn't really aid the situation much- when you see families dinnering together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It just makes you think you know, like, "Where's my family?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Daddy hasn't been calling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mommy's mostly in Malaysia, though I don't blame her. Granny's sick, and I want her to look after her mom. It just sucks though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh, and my much "beloved" brother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He calls me when? When he needs something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And he doesn't even bother to enqiure if I'm alive or dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But that's just him yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So yeah, shittttt. I hate this feelinggggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ARGHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Work got better though, after funny stuff happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This thing with Atiqah really cheered me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It was really fucking stupid. But it had me almost literally ROFLing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't wanna type it up cause I'm too lazy to. HAHA! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was supposed to end at 10 but I ended at 11. Least I get an extra $4.50 though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Okay, I know the money's not much but I need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mommy's coming back next week and she's gonna be staying for at least 8 days. I just counted them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am so afraid for what I'm gonna feel after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is why I'd rather her not come down at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But then again, I'd miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We aren't the best of friends but she's my mom after all yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;OMGGGG, Ryan's gonna be here sooo fucking soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;OMGGGG! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After four years. OMGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Okay okay breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I still haven't decided if I should go pick him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tried calling him earlier though to confirm his arrival date butttt I think he's sleeping. Or working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I hate time difference. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Leo, I hope you feel better babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Call me if anything kays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;OH SHIT MY PHONE'S DYINGGGG! 20% battery life left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I.Am.Not.Touching.It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hopefully it lasts until I get home to mad's tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I MISS MADDY! AND HER DAD! AND HER MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aight, that's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/659627920718095428-3744922918820099631?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3744922918820099631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-came.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3744922918820099631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3744922918820099631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-came.html' title='i hate it when she comes cause it sucks when she leaves.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-9201710996644481889</id><published>2009-09-29T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:46:19.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the almost heart attack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Val for lunch today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been a long ass time since I last saw her. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were both late, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were supposed to meet at 11, and she had something on at 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up at 10.30. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We met close to 12 and ended up leaving close to 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thennn, I dashed home to Maddy's place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maddy's mom has been very restless lately. Been crying a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And making lotza loud noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it was good to see her, and mad and her dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Missed them all a lot in the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thenn, I chilled there for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then I had to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yeah, got ready and went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the way, I called mommy to ask her when exactly she would be coming so I could plan my work schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I nearly had a bloody heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She said she'd be coming tonight, going to JB tomorrow night for Aunty's housewarming, then leaving the day after I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, the house smelled like a bloody smoker's joint, so hence, my panic. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work was soooo fun today. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to do setting for the first time ever and I don't know shit. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adi was there to guide me though, he was the runner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lots of funny shit happened. hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got off at 9 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thennn, I went back to Maddy's, chilled there for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Helped what little way I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Left close to 11, went by work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hung with the mates for an hour or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Came back here, and did major clean up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First thing I did was open all the bloody windows and on the fan. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thennn I sprayed perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Least, now the house doesn't smell like a smoker's joint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, even though she knows I'm smoking now, I don't want her comig home to that. It'll just initiate another fight and I really just don't want to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm staying up, awaiting her return. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm working 11-5 tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so screwed. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit, I'm so craving for a stick right now but I'm resisting it cause then I gotta make sure the smell's gone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very troublesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instead, I'm just gonna chill, blast music and maybe, dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, oh, I may be joining the RCIA for dinner/supper this Thursday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They all really want me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just don't know if I can do it again though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Val said Victoria's really sorry and all and that she and the rest really misses me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They ask for me, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't knowwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-9201710996644481889?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/9201710996644481889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-heart-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/9201710996644481889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/9201710996644481889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-heart-attack.html' title='the almost heart attack.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-2574297900319184796</id><published>2009-09-28T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:05:51.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest well. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maddy's sickkk :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;And so is her dad. :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go home to mad's tonight but mad told me to come back here since she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on waking up realll early tomorrow to go see them all.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them. :(&lt;br /&gt;Maddy, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's plan was to either wake up, go for mass, go to mad's or wake up later, go to mad's.&lt;br /&gt;Neither of which happened.&lt;br /&gt;I fell back asleep after mad's phonecall and Uncle called about an hour later asking me to go to lunch with him.&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did was call mad and tell her.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got ready, and met uncle downstairs. He borrowed his friend's car today.&lt;br /&gt;Then he took me to this place near Sembawang Park, where we had wanton mee, then he drove us further down to Hans at Upper Thomson and I had apple crumble and root beer float. :)&lt;br /&gt;While, he had a mango smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn he wanted to go see monkeys, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;There's a stretch of road between Upper Thomson and Sembawang Park where there're monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;He.Drove.Really.Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda getting annoyed cause I was kinda in the hurry to get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go home to mad's and see her mom, and her, and her dad. I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't say anything cause I knew he'd get hurt, plus we hadn't spent time together for about two weeks and he kept going on about how he missed me and all.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmin was nice. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn, when we finallyyyy were done with the monkey business, he drove me back to my place. I was like, wth.&lt;br /&gt;I was yawning and he told me to go get some sleep before work.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really want to but he insisted.&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Came back, changed, slept.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, it's 5.30 and work's at 6. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Jumped outta bed.&lt;br /&gt;There was a miss call from aunty so I called her back while walking to work, then I called mad.&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn, hahaha, I managed to reach work at 6.03.&lt;br /&gt;Phew. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was pretty smooth today, cept for when I got in.&lt;br /&gt;It was bloodddyyy hectic.&lt;br /&gt;So I went on the floor, cleared everything up, did everything that needed to be done, then I could breathe a little. lol&lt;br /&gt;It was still busy though.&lt;br /&gt;Though, it wasn't as bad as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We closed on time.&lt;br /&gt;I was done by 10.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got a treat though.&lt;br /&gt;The chef cooked so we ate.&lt;br /&gt;And there was ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;A LOT OF ICE-CREAM!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung out with Rizal and Iskandar for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta wait till next month to receive my pay. :(&lt;br /&gt;Cause of the date I started. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Least I can leave THAT money for the fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I told uncle about the fight mommy and I had last night.&lt;br /&gt;Even HE was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;She's one crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I love you though mommy.&lt;br /&gt;You drive me insane though.&lt;br /&gt;Really. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-2574297900319184796?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2574297900319184796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2574297900319184796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2574297900319184796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-well.html' title='rest well. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8733081849079181892</id><published>2009-09-27T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:26:08.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody rediculous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was supposed to get off work at 11 tonight but we were still there at 11.45.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause some people do things half way.&lt;br /&gt;They don't even do it well.&lt;br /&gt;And that leaves with Ayu and me having to redo every thing.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;Least we all got ice-cream at the end of it though! haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy called.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Know what's the most rediculous thing she said?&lt;br /&gt;HER: "Which guy is going to marry you when you smoke?"&lt;br /&gt;I literally burst out laughing, LOLing and ROFLing at that statement.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went like, "That's bloody rediculous."&lt;br /&gt;We had a fight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm not going to Ipoh now.&lt;br /&gt;But she's staying here.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;More fights.&lt;br /&gt;And I told that to her too.&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Yeah right, you come then we fight more ah. Good good."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She makes every damn thing about HER.&lt;br /&gt;It has NOTHING to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I go publicizing to everyone "HEY LOOK HERE! I SMOKE!"&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, she's my mom and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;And as a daughter, I will fullfill my duties but what I do in MY life, has nothing to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, I don't bring home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever problems, whatever fights, I never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's always enough shit going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was never even a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, and my work mates were with me during that phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;Ayu started rubbing my back to cool me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA, and Adi kept looking at me. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I was literally shouting at her.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help that I was angry.&lt;br /&gt;If only the phonecall was recorded and ya'll could her how rediculous she sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like she's using ALL THE SAME words she used on my dad, on me.&lt;br /&gt;And I told her that.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH, Maddy's cat scratched me today.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't provoke it.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;It was like bloody horny or something. It was rubbing itself on the toilet seat and lost its balance and fell and scratched me somewhere inbetween losing its balance and falling.&lt;br /&gt;Got a longgg scar across my lower arm and another on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.21am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shower.&lt;br /&gt;My body's cooled down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8733081849079181892?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8733081849079181892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloody-rediculous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8733081849079181892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8733081849079181892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloody-rediculous.html' title='bloody rediculous.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-4054373306496644031</id><published>2009-09-25T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:53:15.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the only boy i loveeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to start this entry with stating something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MADDY I MISS YOUUUU! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, now that that's out of my system. hahaha, work was awesommeee todayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were pretty quiet at first but during closing, hahahaha, so many funny shit happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thenn after closing there was the usual makan session and the lepak/smoke/talk session after the makan session. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CELEBRITY BROWNIE AND STICKY CHEWY CHOCOLATE SUNDAE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that was pretty much heaven for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Initially, I didn't plan on staying, I wanted to leave and go home to Mad's...until temptation came before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It had me at hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesh, Jasmin is a sucker for desserts. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finished 3/4 of the brownie on my own. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH OH, I didn't fall at work today!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY! hahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom's gonna be coming back on the 9th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And she's leaving on the 14th. October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I think....I'm going back with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Aunty today and she's like, "Go back with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME: "Bleh, okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohhh, it's confirmed, positive and accurate that my mom knows I'm smoking. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't be happier. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And no, not to piss her off, but it's easier this way. I hateee keeping things from the people I love, unless necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's very troublesome to lie. haha. That's why I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unless necessary. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went with Aunty to Geylang Bahru today to get some stuff done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That took time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then she fed me like a cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't even finish the bloody food. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then she left for work cause she was running late, and I made my way back to Woodlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was hoping to be able to make it to drop by Mad's place first but I didn't make it in time soo I smoked and went to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THENNN on the way up to work, I bumped into Cynthia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And maddy, it's official, she and Gregory broke up. It's damn sad lahs, cause they were like the most perfect couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really thought they'd end up together but I guess fate has something else stored for the both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's happier now though, so that's all that matters. haha.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She and I will be having a catch up session soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One more person to meet. OMGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Val wants to book me for three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ryan, a month at least, I think...cause he'd be on a month off work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he wants to spend all that time with me, apparently. LOL. That's what he saiddd. hahaaha. He even went like, "You won't get sick of me, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;And Mommy's coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to go to Ipoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School resumes next month.&lt;/span&gt; :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, Cyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really don't know how I'm gonna sqeeze them all in, but somehow, I will. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHH YA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And there's a catch up session with Dingdong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOIKKKKK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I just did laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I gotta wait for the machine to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I gotta dry them clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work's at 6 tomorrow. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till closing again. SHOIKK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna drop my mad's place in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my familyyyy. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family: Maddy, her dad, her mom, Juelz, Leo, my mom, Aunty, GALVINNNNNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIT I MISS GALVIN SO FUCKING MUCHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only boy in the world that I love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For now. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-4054373306496644031?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4054373306496644031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-boy-i-loveeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4054373306496644031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4054373306496644031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-boy-i-loveeeee.html' title='the only boy i loveeeee'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8918084069967179957</id><published>2009-09-24T03:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:49:49.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling flat on my ass</title><content type='html'>Okay, there was something I missed out in the entry earlier.&lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing but I still wanna blog about it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Fell.Flat.On.My.Ass.Earlier.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;At work.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my colleague was mopping the floor and I was re-arranging the tables and my shoes and water don't mix well at all.&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell, got up, squatted, laughed, looked at my colleague and went like, "SHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;Then I burst out laughing again.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jasmin laughs at herself.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's good to laugh at yourself though, depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8918084069967179957?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8918084069967179957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-flat-on-my-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8918084069967179957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8918084069967179957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-flat-on-my-ass.html' title='falling flat on my ass'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-591457406765240869</id><published>2009-09-24T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:29:49.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i.am.wiped.out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-591457406765240869?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/591457406765240869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/591457406765240869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/591457406765240869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-2987561689583705898</id><published>2009-09-24T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:21:55.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make the best of today, tomorrow will come, tomorrow can wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Worked 7-11 tonight. haha. Short shift. Four hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Thennn a bunch of us stayed and dinnered then the smokers, which is the majority, LOL, went to smokeee. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And we hung out for like 1hour ish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Good times, good times. Great bonding session. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I just got home actually, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I gotta work tomorrowwww. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's initially my day off but I guess they're down on staff for the night so one of my managers asked if I could go on a 7-11 shift again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And well, the answer's pretty obvious. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I need the cash man, seriously. Got a heavy fine on my shoulders right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Fucking three hundred dollars. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I blame no one but myself, my laziness and my stupidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lesson learnt. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So I guess I'm gonna be going to Ipoh for Deepavali after all. I HAVE TO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aunty called earlier and I was pretty much ordered to go. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Least I can smoke though, and that's all I ask for: smoke breaks to escape from the relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aunty said that she suspects mommy knows I'm smoking, that Sabrina told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am so fucking glad she knows. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now I don't have to worry about accidentally exposing my ciggs or how I smell and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm spending the night back at my place tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aunty's coming by tomorrow, then I gotta go to Kallang with her and I don't know what's planned next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Val wants to see me from 3-6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Work's at 7-11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And somewhere inbetween all that I'm hoping and praying I'd be able to drop by home- Mad's place to see her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tight, tight schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;OHHH, I had my animations supp paper today, rather, a labtest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I seriously wouldn't mind re-taking the bloody module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Least I can make sure I ace it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;People I wanna watch The Ugly Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Can can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Loves of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Can ya'll watch it with me? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Maddy! Leo! Juelz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mad said to watch it with Ryan when he comes but I think by the time he arrives, the movie would be out, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;WATCH WITH ME PEOPLEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MADDYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;LEOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;JUELZZZZ! hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aight, I'ma go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My body's cooled down, I can go shower! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;...and do the bloody laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;OH, mommy's planning a trip down soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hopefully, it wouldn't be a sour one. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-2987561689583705898?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2987561689583705898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-best-of-today-tomorrow-will-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2987561689583705898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2987561689583705898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-best-of-today-tomorrow-will-come.html' title='make the best of today, tomorrow will come, tomorrow can wait.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8241164575495955643</id><published>2009-09-23T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:11:24.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, a decent phonecall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom called earlier, FINALLY a conversation without rude hang-ups or fights.&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to go down to Ipoh for Deepavali. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And she's planning a trip down next month.&lt;br /&gt;You know, with Ryan coming down, work, mad, mad's mom, and everything else going on put together, I really don't know how the bloody hell I'm gonna find the time to go there.&lt;br /&gt;And I just got an idea.&lt;br /&gt;Maybeeeee, just maybeeee Ryan can come too! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. hahahaha. I can't believe I just typed that out here.&lt;br /&gt;The idea literally just popped in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's at 7 later. I wanna sleeeepppppp. :)&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/659627920718095428-8241164575495955643?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8241164575495955643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-decent-phonecall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8241164575495955643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8241164575495955643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-decent-phonecall.html' title='finally, a decent phonecall.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5307966430376207674</id><published>2009-09-22T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:13:13.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;and i remember everything...&lt;br /&gt;the songs we listened to, the lyrics we used to sing.&lt;br /&gt;the songs we danced to.&lt;br /&gt;i remember not being able to pull myself away from you.&lt;br /&gt;how all i needed and wanted was you.&lt;br /&gt;and how i gave every little bit of me to you.&lt;br /&gt;but that was then.&lt;br /&gt;it was a time when things were different.&lt;br /&gt;when you were different, and when i was different.&lt;br /&gt;we grew into different people.&lt;br /&gt;and we grew apart.&lt;br /&gt;the fights.&lt;br /&gt;the yelling.&lt;br /&gt;the screaming.&lt;br /&gt;and i just couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me there for you and i was.&lt;br /&gt;but where were you when i needed you?&lt;br /&gt;love takes two yes?&lt;br /&gt;you loved me too, i knew but you weren't there when i needed you.&lt;br /&gt;and these were all just some of the things i knew i could never say to you.&lt;br /&gt;why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;because i know you.&lt;br /&gt;i know how your mind works and i know how you think,&lt;br /&gt;and i know you'd see things so very different from me&lt;br /&gt;and therefore to save another fight, another heartache,&lt;br /&gt;i worked on making you hate me so much and that hurt, i felt hate.&lt;br /&gt;never to you though, it was always on me&lt;br /&gt;because that was always how it was,&lt;br /&gt;the world on my shoulders and i'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;begging  for just a day of peace,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe if there was enough grace, ever&lt;br /&gt;one day, i'd find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lived with hate all my life,&lt;br /&gt;so much that when love hit me i didn't even know what had begun&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was done for, that i'd be dead&lt;br /&gt;if love left me, and went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what scares me now is the unknown&lt;br /&gt;of not knowing if i could love someone and be loved in return&lt;br /&gt;i know though, the few people close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;they'd always be with me, close, never apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to these few, i hope you know&lt;br /&gt;that though i may be a bitch sometimes, i do love you so.&lt;br /&gt;affection may not be my thing and i may not show it,&lt;br /&gt;but if ever you need me, knock on my door,&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, i just came up with that.&lt;br /&gt;like, spot on.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;mad's mom is home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here, at home with them.&lt;br /&gt;aight, i'm gonna go now, and  arrange them medicines.&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/659627920718095428-5307966430376207674?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5307966430376207674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-remember-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5307966430376207674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5307966430376207674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-remember-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1805904456523988397</id><published>2009-09-22T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:50:57.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soooo, maddy rode me home earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, rode, on her dad's motor bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;And half way, I rode her.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUNNN! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was awesome todayyy! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This mak cik gave us raya green packets cause we sang a birthday song for her son and aided in the surprise for him. :)&lt;br /&gt;See, I thought it'd be like a $2 or $4 or $5 but she gave us $10!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my fucking stupidity and bloody laziness I got a ticket today for littering.&lt;br /&gt;I.Threw.My.Butt.Into.The.Fucking.Drain.When.The.Fucking.Bin.Was.Right.Behind.Me.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually a responsible smoker but for once, I decide to be a lazy ass now I gotta pay up at fucking $300 fine.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, does anyone have any affliations or connections to chalets?&lt;br /&gt;If you do, please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be studying for animations.&lt;br /&gt;Rather, practicing it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I willll. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1805904456523988397?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1805904456523988397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloody-ticket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1805904456523988397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1805904456523988397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloody-ticket.html' title='bloody ticket'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5812878189878488033</id><published>2009-09-21T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:43:06.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Work was tiringly awesome. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty darn half-dead after 8.30 cause I woke up at 9.45am today (Mad was trying to wake me from 9am LOL), slept after 3am last night, and after work last night, I was helping Mad and her dad clean up for Raya. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;No complaints whatsoever though, I love it here. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sooo I know I should catch up on sleep and rest buttt, I'm figuring out songs to upload into my mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;Ipod, why'd you have to die on me? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently mad and her dad saw me working today! hahaha. They saw me keying in orders from outside. lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I have the pictures from Rayaing this morning, but they're in my phone and my phone's charging outside. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Mad, myself and her dad are all sleeping in Mad's parents room cause there's air-con. lol. We cleared out the bed a couple of nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;OHHH! I COLLECTED RAYA MONEY TODAY! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's not much but at least it's money. $24! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what song to put into my mp3 playerrrr. arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I feel like listening to.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit my back fucking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really, really, REALLY need a massage.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;CANNNN?!?!? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/659627920718095428-5812878189878488033?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5812878189878488033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5812878189878488033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5812878189878488033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-matters.html' title='music matters.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-2694782534276057557</id><published>2009-09-20T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:22:39.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KUIHTART! and it's one small fucking world. lol</title><content type='html'>I.Am.In.A.Baju.Kurung. hahahahaha. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selemat Hari Raya to all my muslim friends and readers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo, I haven't taken a photo of myself right now but I reckon mad and I would be snapping a few shots later. They will be posted up, if blogger co-operates. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, work yesterday was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, okay, I met another colleague who knows my UNLCE IN TAIPING! I was like WTH, WTF, OMG, etc, etc. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taiping is in MALAYSIA mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one small fucking world. hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was totally awesome and gave me two scoops of cookies and cream ice-cream. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesh, Jasmin LOVESS ice-cream and she LOVESSS cookies and cream. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have this thing for oreo. lol. Don't ask me why. I don't know either. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mad's neighbor gave us a couple of kuihs yesterday. AND AND AND THERE WAS KUIH TART!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I loveeeee kuih tart lahs okay. Like, I love love love love love it. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom would have to order seperate batches for my brother and I, or we'd end up fighting. And we'd be able to finish a bottle of 200 tarts within a couple of hours. MUHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, know what I used to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my brother and I would hide our respective bottles around the house in the hope than the other wouldn't find it. My mom would usually order an extra bottle and hide that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.Would.Find.Them.And.Eat.Them! HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my brother would go like, "Where's my kuih tart?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: "DUNNO" HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I'm a kuih tart monster. But so is my brother! He stole my kuih tarts too! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aight so I reckon mad's almost done showering. I'm gonna continue getting ready and pack my stuff for work later! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-2694782534276057557?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2694782534276057557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/kuihtart-and-its-one-small-fucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2694782534276057557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2694782534276057557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/kuihtart-and-its-one-small-fucking.html' title='KUIHTART! and it&apos;s one small fucking world. lol'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-3067414022386479056</id><published>2009-09-19T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:32:14.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>andthesearejustsomeofthethoughtsrunningthroughmyhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;If he comes on the 4th, it'll be fiveteen more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and if he comes on the 6th, it'll be seventeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and then finally, we'll meet face to face. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I cannot believe I'm counting down the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I don't know where all this excitement is coming from. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;All I know is that as the days draw nearer, the butterfly in my stomach gets bigger and bigger. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I still don't know if I should go pick him up at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;His family will be there. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Should I? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Work starts at five today. I reckon I'll go in at four and pig myself before the crazy Saturday begins. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And mad's mom comes home on Tuesday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Raya's tomorrow. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and now the toilet guys are fixing new doors for the bathrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thanks maddy for cigarette earlier. haha. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ohhh, the toilet guys are done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This is all so very random, I know. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3067414022386479056?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3067414022386479056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/andthesearejustsomeofthethoughtsrunning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3067414022386479056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3067414022386479056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/andthesearejustsomeofthethoughtsrunning.html' title='andthesearejustsomeofthethoughtsrunningthroughmyhead.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-976613869083136367</id><published>2009-09-18T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:35:01.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buryit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;why do i keep falling for the ones I can't have?&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've recently realized that I've fallen for someone.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'd ever get a chance though.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I never realized it till recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-976613869083136367?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/976613869083136367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/buryit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/976613869083136367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/976613869083136367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/buryit.html' title='buryit'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-509544876136983807</id><published>2009-09-18T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:32:56.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy bitch.</title><content type='html'>Second day of work today anddd it was goood. hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I was beat as hell yesterday and how I was sooo energized after work today though it was much busier and I worked a longer shift. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom called today and she was a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;HER: "You should go home, don't leave the house empty."&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Yeah, I told you I do from time to time. Besides, no one's there, so I have no reason/obligations to go back."&lt;br /&gt;HER: "Okay bye."&lt;br /&gt;And she hung up.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is her problem now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-509544876136983807?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/509544876136983807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-day-of-work-today-anddd-it-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/509544876136983807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/509544876136983807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-day-of-work-today-anddd-it-was.html' title='crazy bitch.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-3228044802798230884</id><published>2009-09-16T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:47:39.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhaustion, exhaustion</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;First day of work today was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mad's mom's fever dropped to 37.7. :) YAY!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, that's it for the night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this weird feeling in my chest. It feels hot/like I wanna vomit. :S&lt;br /&gt;Aight, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3228044802798230884?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3228044802798230884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/exhaustion-exhaustion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3228044802798230884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3228044802798230884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/exhaustion-exhaustion.html' title='exhaustion, exhaustion'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-3179582358128655050</id><published>2009-09-15T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:23:35.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bumpercar.</title><content type='html'>So I just realized I missed out on one very important aspect of yesterday in yesterday's entry.&lt;br /&gt;Maddy and I rode/drove/played bumper car! haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were the only two idiots in the ring.&lt;br /&gt;It was funnn. hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on mad's mom: Her fever escalated to 40.4 degrees but it's now fallen to 38 degrees, a number far less scary than the latter. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start work tomorrow, first day. OMGGGG. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty anxious about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It should rock. It should.&lt;br /&gt;My shift starts at 5 and I get of at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should sleep early tonight. haha.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Aight I'll end tonight's post here then.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get back to watching "The Mentalist."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll add something up later.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3179582358128655050?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3179582358128655050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/bumpercar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3179582358128655050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3179582358128655050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/bumpercar.html' title='bumpercar.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1786254914788153606</id><published>2009-09-15T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:50:03.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motored-bicycles. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So school today was a bloody waste of time. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I slept at 3ish today and finally got my ass up at 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Got ready, went to school for a remedial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;See, at first, I didn't really wanna go until I read in the e-mail that it was compulsory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was in school by 9am, first one there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The lecturer came in only at 9.40am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes, forty minutes late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thenn it wasn't like she taught or went through anything, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She asked us to practice our excises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm like, "I can do that at home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;See, bloody waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One good thing came outta it though. At least I know what's coming up for the supp paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sooo, well, that's a good thing I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So thennnn I left. Hah. Walked to Tampines Mall because I had so much time on my hands. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mad's dad was in the clinic + Mad in driving class = Me not knowing what to do or where to go cause I'm supposed to meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I got shoes from Tampines Mall- for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, I KNOWWW I can wear the shoes I already own but they're all nice and branded and expensive so I don't want them looking like shit. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That's why I got a pair for work. It's cheap too. :) lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thenn, I bussed (haha! Own word) to Novena,  walked around, smoked, walked around, bought bubble tea, smoked, met mad, had mos burger with mad and waited for mad's dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thennn we accompanied Mad's dad to lunch and went to see her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Her mom's down with extremely high fever- 38.9 degrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After hospital, we came back to Woodlands and Mad and I went bra shopping at Causeway Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, no, I accompanied Mad to bra shopping and it was HILARIOUSSSS! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So uhh, that was that. hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Then we went home. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;THENNN! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, Mad's dad has to motored-bicycles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mad and I rode on one, and Mad's dad rode on the other and we rode round Woodlands to do some stuff and it was SOOOOO FUNNNN! hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had a go riding it and IT WAS AWESOMEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After riding it I was like, "Mad, now I feel like taking bike first again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So after all that, we dinnered at Al-Ameen in Woodgrove- I AM STILL SO FUCKING FULL! haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And we came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Upon reaching Mad's block though, both of us rode the bikes, individually, then after Mad's dad took one of the bikes up, I rode Mad round the block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;IT IS SO FUN TO SCARE HER! MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm gonna go shower now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Singapore's so fucking hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, spoke to Ryan Alexander Maddison today. He got his tentative date to when he's gonna be here.&lt;br /&gt;October's gonna be a hell of a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1786254914788153606?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1786254914788153606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/motored-bicycles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1786254914788153606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1786254914788153606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/motored-bicycles.html' title='motored-bicycles. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6661769019666758122</id><published>2009-09-14T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:35:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;new layoutttt.&lt;br /&gt;againnnn.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i was boredd. :)&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/659627920718095428-6661769019666758122?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6661769019666758122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6661769019666758122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6661769019666758122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-4523255193991442787</id><published>2009-09-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:36:57.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty short day</title><content type='html'>Soooo I woke up at 4ish today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Juelz called me at 11ish I think but me being me, I fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, could you blame me? hahaha. I slept at 4ish-5 this morning! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay I guess you could eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Uncle and I was supposed to meet for mass but we skipped that and met at Causeway Point instead.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, skipping mass isn't good but we were late and it kinda defeats the purpose to attend after the homily doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We went to check out movie timings and got tickets for Gamer.&lt;br /&gt;And in the meantime, we ate mos burger. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was his first time and he loveddd it. haha :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gamer was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I reckon it could've been better.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler is awesome though. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's today.&lt;br /&gt;Short day, because I woke up soooo early. haha.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-4523255193991442787?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4523255193991442787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-short-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4523255193991442787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4523255193991442787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-short-day.html' title='pretty short day'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5612468852227266503</id><published>2009-09-13T01:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:36:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thetrip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay, so the trip. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I took the 9.30am coach to KL on Friday morning and arrived in KL at about 2.30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I.Was.Knocked.Out.All.The.Way. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What else could be expected? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So then I took a cab to Kajang, and met up with Uncle at the train station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Was with him till 9ish-10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So that makes it what? Six hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He explained something to me, something about me which I've been trying to figure out and understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(I just burned my finger. I know it's random. But it just happened, as I was typing. Don't ask how. Yes, it was accidental. OHH IT BURNSSS! HAHAA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay so in his words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You've been alone your entire life, since you were a child and because of that you've got this loneliness within you and you try so hard to fill it. You need someone to love you, to show love to you, love that you can feel and because often enough you don't feel that, you've always felt unloved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He said some other stuff too, okay a lot of other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The above has been pretty much ringing in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's so fucking true. Damn it. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Uncle is awesomeee. :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had been looking forward to see him. Been having a lot of stuff on my mind lately. It's been a mess, so much that I don't even know how to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's pretty much cleared up though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I gotta see him more often, his orders. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Once a month, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OHH YEAHH BABY! LOL. Okay, random, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sooo, then he dropped me off at the hotel which was awesome. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One hotel room all to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And Pitbull's "Hotel Room Service" was running in my head endlessly in the car, and just nice, it came on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was like, "HAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Upon reaching the room, I threw my bag on one of the beds- there were two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I took off my shoes and socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Took the beers outta my bag, and put them in the mini refrigerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And took a very nice hot shower. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thennnn, it was time to make some calls. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mad.Mommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I tried calling Leo cause I was bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just felt like talking to someone lahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I think mad was still mad at me so her answers were all very cold shoulderish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But maybe she was just tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Then the night ended with me finishing the cans of beer, watching tv, and finishing the pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay, I didn't actually finish the entire pack, I left two sticks for the morning. hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thennn, I slepttt. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I was knocked-out, K.O, dead. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Soo yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anywho, the plan was actually to go to Ipoh after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Uncle told me to go see mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So the plan was to go to KL today, take the fist bus I could to Ipoh, spend some time with mommy, and take the last bus back tonight so I could be back by tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then mommy said that uncle from KL was driving up to Ipoh to bring the maid over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Plus, Aunty was coming too, so she asked me to hitch along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So yeah, that was the initial plan, after meeting Uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Upon waking up this morning at 8.30AM, by the way, I had hotel breakfast :D thennn took a cab to KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Went to Sungei Wang for a bit cause I didn't feel like going to my Uncle's place right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I kneww my cousins would be sleeping anyways. haha. AND THEY STILL WERE WHEN I ARRIVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In Sungei Wang, I passed by a tattoo shop, walked in and I was soooo tempted to get one there and then. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But I didn'ttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought about the tongue piercing and was tempted to do that too but mad and I are supposed to go do that together so I was like, "Noooooo," again. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So then I walked around and got two tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wanted to get something for Mad, Juelz and Leo but didn't know what to so I ended up not getting anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I did, however, feel like buying a whole bunch of tees, but I was good. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I got two only. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Soo then I cabbed to Vin's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vin's dad is the Uncle that was going to be driving up to Ipoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thennn, after she woke up, we hung out for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I played with her brother's guitar, and facebooked for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then it was time to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Was on the way to Puduraya to pick Aunty up and proceed to Ipoh then mommy called and said there were no busses back for tonight, tomorrow night and Monday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's bloody frustrating I tell you. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So then she told me to go back cause she didn't want me ending up stranded there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;She said SHE'd make a trip over here soon to come see me and spend some time with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let's see how long that takes eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;If there's one thing I've learnt, it's to not get my hopes up with this family cause they'd only leave me broken and crumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, upon reaching Pudu, I went to get the first ticket I could back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Got one for 6.30pm. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I had to go all the way to Bukit Jalil, instead of taking the bus from it's norm, Puduraya bus station all because it's Raya and Puasa season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SO yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The bus left at 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was in JB by 10.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I KNOW, FUCKING FAST RIGHTT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Usually it would take 5-6 hours, from KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was in JB in three hours. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thennnn, the bus dropped us in Larkin and I had to make a transfer of busses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It wasted a lot of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After all that plus customs, I was back by 00.00. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Noww, I'm just gonna chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe I'll watch Vampire High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe I'll guitar for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe I'll sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And maybe I'll sleep. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;P.S: I'm feeling really bloated noww. :( I wanna shit but I can't shit. It's sooo bloody annoyinggggg. ARGHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay, I knowww, It's not exactly pleasant to be reading something like this but it's MY blog, so DEAL WITH IT! HAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&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/659627920718095428-5612468852227266503?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5612468852227266503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5612468852227266503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5612468852227266503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-trip.html' title='thetrip.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7866290369053009961</id><published>2009-09-13T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:27:36.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anddd i'm baccckkkk. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-7866290369053009961?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7866290369053009961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7866290369053009961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7866290369053009961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html' title='back. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7936706659325521737</id><published>2009-09-11T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:45:49.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday, today, tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I don't reckon I'd be getting any sleep tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coach to KL is at 9.30am later, I'm leaving at 7, and I'm afraid if I do sleep, I won't wake up. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Therefore, I ain't getting no sleep tonight. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last night was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After hospitaling yesterday (Yes, I am aware that I just created my own word. HAHA!), Mad and I shared a cab. She cabbed to Yio Chu Kang for driving and me, to Causeway Point to meet Leo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SOOOO I bumped into Firdaus at Swensens! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, Firdaus was a classmate from Evergreen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He had such a crush on Wendy, then I think he had a crush on me cause of all the calls and vibes I got from him. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He hooked me up with a job at Swensens! YAY! I GOT A JOB NOWWW! :D haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, I'll see if I can hook Juelz up. LOL. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That fella was such a bloody guy ah, made me blush. He was going all like, "Eh Jasmin you look so pretty now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"You look so pretty today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ME: "Haha, thank you. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sooo thennn I ran up to the cinema level to check out showtimes but then I had to go down for an interview. I was hired on the spot. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:D WOOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So the pay isn't greattt but it's a job, and I need a job, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It pays $4.50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm hoping, as time goes by, it'll increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anywayyy, after the interview, I ran back up to the cinema level and got tickets for Leo and I to "I love you Beth Cooper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The movie was freaking hilariousss ahhh. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So after the movie Leo and I went to sit and smoke, then we walked to my place to get some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The plan was to go back to Mad's place but her Aunt came by sooooo, the plans altered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the end, Leoo stayed over. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, series of events, of what I remember(at the moment). They are not in order. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jam to 21 guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jam to Time of Your Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jam- guitared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watch TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Order Macs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eat Macs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Drink. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NOT SLEEP! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paint on tees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paint each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paint each other nails different colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dressed-up (she picked out the outfits.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Musiced. (I know, no such word. Deal with it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Play cards. (She basically taught me a bunch of drinking games. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talk. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, there was a part where we were gonna play make-up but I fell asleep. hahaha. At 10am. Woke up close to an hour and a half later. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Showered, and got ready while Leoo slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And that woman sleeps like a pig. hahahahaha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I kept trying to wake her up but came to no avail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eventually, she did wake up though. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had an appointment to go cut our hair at TONI and GUY academy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was for 2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Leo woke up at 1-ish. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we called in and set a later appointment- 4pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were still late. hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Least we got in though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So then upon leaving my place we had to go to ZAP IT at Causeway Point to print the vouchers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we did that, then took the train to Bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We.Slept.In.The.Train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Could you blame us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were up all night! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So thenn we got our hairs cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Leo your hair looks nice. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mine doesn't look that much different though it's a little shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We planned to take Before and After pictures with regards to the haircut, but obviously that didn't happen cause we can both be that forgetful. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the haircut, Leo went to withdraw money then we ate at Mos Burger. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thennnn, I walked her to the bus-stop she was gonna board the bus at and after she boarded the bus, I took the bus to Woodlands. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And now, I'm home sweet home at Maddy's place. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'm leaving in the morning to KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I keep forgetting tomorrow's Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow doesn't feel like Friday. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am soooo gonna be zoned-out, stoned, dead asleep in the bus later. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OHHH and the exam results are FINALLY OUT! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I received my text during my shower in the morning. After which, I prank called Marisa. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And caught up with her and dawn while trying to wake Leo up. :p hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soooo, I didn't do too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Actually, I think I did better than I thought I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though, I just took a look at my GPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, okay, study, study, I know, I know. SHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got 1 supp paper to take and that's for animations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am going to fuck that paper in the face and ace it.Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, that's all for tonight I suppose. I've typed a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm gonna get back to watching Vampire High. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See ya'll when I get back. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gonna miss a few people. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maddy, I'm sorry. I love you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-7936706659325521737?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7936706659325521737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7936706659325521737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7936706659325521737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='yesterday, today, tomorrow.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8287359033547311857</id><published>2009-09-09T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:50:13.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a word this time.</title><content type='html'>Sooo, I went back home today.&lt;br /&gt;It's not so much of a home really, rather a vacant apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, everything was really neat. Like, the clothes were folded and the books and papers were stacked nicely.&lt;br /&gt;My theory is that Aunty came by, since she has the house keys.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna consider other theories. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Mad's mom was shifted to a regular ward today, so she's out of ICU, which is good! :)&lt;br /&gt;Got a bunch of stuff to get settled tomorrow, with regards to the maid and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for KL on Friday morning. My coach is at 9.30am. Bleh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be putting up in a hotel. haha. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm making this trip alone to see the uncle in Kajang. &lt;br /&gt;Things should get interesting.&lt;br /&gt;He talks to me on the phone and he's like, "You sound so lost."&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "I know."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this weekend I would come to a conclusion regarding the license- car or bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom hasn't been calling, can't say I'm surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Aunty warned her to not call.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing nice to say to her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And everything that's said is through gritted teeth. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of when Jess and I used to fight and I'd be surging for control.&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to always say to me though, "Don't say anything if you've got nothing nice to say."&lt;br /&gt;He used to tell me that all the fucking time. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I used to be such a bitch and my mouth was a weapon in itself. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm gonna get back to watching Vampire High. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8287359033547311857?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8287359033547311857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-word-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8287359033547311857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8287359033547311857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-word-this-time.html' title='not a word this time.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5152551777257954649</id><published>2009-09-07T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:26:43.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see-saw. :)</title><content type='html'>MADDY AND I PLAYED SEE-SAW TODAYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;And this merry go round that required us to cycle but it was sooo cooolll!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUNNNNNN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I'm twenty I know but I don't give a shittt.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun okayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the update on Mad's mom is that she's in ICU.&lt;br /&gt;She's got an infection in her lung so she can't breathe on her own.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm leaving for KL this Friday, would prolly be back on Saturday or Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet. But yeah, prolly Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-5152551777257954649?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5152551777257954649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-saw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5152551777257954649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5152551777257954649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-saw.html' title='see-saw. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1062663266220856191</id><published>2009-09-07T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:47:16.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike or Car?</title><content type='html'>There's been this ongoing debate in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten my car or bike license but I want to, I NEED to.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done waiting for my mom to get me into it. She keeps asking me to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;She's always able to fork out money for my bloody brother, and I've been waiting for two bloody fucking years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, both vehicles have their advantages and disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;A bike would be soooo much cheaper and quicker.&lt;br /&gt;But getting a car one would be move accessible.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plussss, if I get a bike license, it'd soooooo piss my mom off.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not usually this much of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just itching.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a bomb ticking already, towards my mom. Don't know when I'm gonna explode though.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah well....bike or carrrrr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: blogger's being a fucking bitch. :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1062663266220856191?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1062663266220856191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/bike-or-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1062663266220856191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1062663266220856191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/bike-or-car.html' title='Bike or Car?'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1944196110569789364</id><published>2009-09-06T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:13:39.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;my itunes is on shuffle therefore i'm listening to songs at randommm.&lt;br /&gt;andddd i'm lovingggg itttt. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;can someone please please give me a massage?&lt;br /&gt;my body freaking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;arghhh, oh how i wish Stephanie from Charco's were here...she gives AWESOMEEEE massagesssss.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, did i mention the moon's beautiful tonight?&lt;br /&gt;it sooo isss okayyy!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bloody retarded right now.&lt;br /&gt;okay wait, i am retarded.&lt;br /&gt;don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i know you idiots are laughing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lahs, i'm just so bloody bored.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm typing random thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&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/659627920718095428-1944196110569789364?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1944196110569789364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/absolute-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1944196110569789364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1944196110569789364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/absolute-randomness.html' title='absolute randomness.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-3919405213103514170</id><published>2009-09-05T23:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:50:04.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jellylegs. beautifulmoon. dontleavemedarling. dontleavemeee. HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I've never seen a love quite like that, between a husband and a wife, and a wife for her husband. They were inseparable, and their tie and devotion to each other was so, so strong, it was impenetrable. It touched me really, watching them from where I stood. It got me thinking...pondering if I would ever love like that...if anyone would and could ever love me like that. I never knew love like that. The world I was exposed to since birth was a world of violence and hatred. Never did I know nor understand what love really was. Never did I know that such a love really existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I remember waking up to screaming and shouting as a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I remember coming back, not to a home, but to an apartment that was disoriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I could never forget the day my mother put a knife to her heart, as she threatened to end her life right in front of me. It's not a sight one can forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;That was the day I lost complete and absolute respect for her and ever inch of every depth of me knew that I could never, ever trust her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And today, I still don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It's sad really when flesh and blood can't trust each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It's sad that they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It's sad that they aren't exactly the best of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It's sad but that's how it is and that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the kind of life I lived, the kind of life that had me cold for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I didn't feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I didn't know how to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I didn't know what it was to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I didn't trust nor did I know what trust was about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I used to envy families that I used to see, of friends and strangers. The bond between them was one of a kind. The kind I never knew, or had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But see, that was a long time ago. Perhaps not a million years but it was a time when I was a completely different person. Looking back though, I wouldn't have changed a thing. It was a part of everything that I was and used to be that made me who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Who I am not may not be perfect- nobody's perfect, but at least I now feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I now love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I know what it's life to have a family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And the people who I consider family...they may not be of the same flesh and blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;They may not be of the same race or religion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;but you see, a family's so much more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahaha, soooo I was just in my writer's zone earlier today.  The above was what I came up with when I was in the rehab center. It is not fiction. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LOL, I remember finishing up the entire thing- whatever the above is; a story perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anywho, I was finishing up in the canteen when maddy started singing, "Don't leave me darling, don't leave me alone." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it was all because I was soooo engrossed in the above that I sorta ignored her for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I didn't exactly ignore her....I just wasn't paying a whole lotta attention. :P hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I did physio earlier and my legs feel like bloody jelly now. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I feel so bloody stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Must be the cigs I was smoking earlier during my long as walk back home- one after another, after another, after another. haha. BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OH, p.s: anyone see the moon tonight? Beautiful innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aighttt, I'm gonna showerrrr nowwww. :)&lt;/span&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/659627920718095428-3919405213103514170?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3919405213103514170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/jellylegsbeautifulmoondontleavemedarlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3919405213103514170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3919405213103514170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/jellylegsbeautifulmoondontleavemedarlin.html' title='jellylegs. beautifulmoon. dontleavemedarling. dontleavemeee. HAHAHA'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1076127606118273431</id><published>2009-09-05T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:12:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing GC. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;and I'm just listening to mellow music as I update my mp3 player and look through facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I'd prolly crash soon.&lt;br /&gt;Maddy's asleep already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Charlie's tagged photos of GC trip to Beijing is really making me miss the whole trip. :(&lt;br /&gt;the one week.&lt;br /&gt;the seven days.&lt;br /&gt;the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;the awesome roommate.&lt;br /&gt;the awesome friends i've made.&lt;br /&gt;the awesome people i know.&lt;br /&gt;the awesome people i've known.&lt;br /&gt;i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss it all. :(&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end this here.&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1076127606118273431?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1076127606118273431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-gc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1076127606118273431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1076127606118273431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-gc.html' title='missing GC. :('/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-4822633054148661133</id><published>2009-09-04T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:34:09.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass, flat on the floor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mad just fell off the bed. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, rather, off the mattress. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had my ROFLing and LMAOing all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aww mad, don't feel bad. You know I love you righttt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MADDYYYY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was going to start this entry by stating the massive clean-up we just did. Then she fell. And me being me, I had to be an ass. hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, so we cleaned-up the storeroom, but there's still so much more to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight was just the tip of the ice-berg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought of doing physio after the clean-up but I went like, "Forget it. hahaha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My body's kinda aching right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Massage anyone? hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving onnnn, mad went for driving today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am seriously just so happy for her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I'm fucking pissed. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMG, I'm listening to Kris Allen now, again. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I LOVEEE HIS VOICEEEEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, that was totally random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I'm random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So deal with ittttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't really know what's up for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Prolly the usual I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aunty was supposed to come by today, but she didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving on, I'm looking for a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Preferably, in F&amp;amp;B or warehouse stacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If anyone's got any openings, FILL ME IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It'll be very much appreciated. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ohh, and I spoke to Ryan today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ryan Alexander Maddison. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That fucker's such an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He'll be here next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't even know what's going to happen next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Damn, I really gotta come up with a bloody tattoo design soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One for my first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One for me and mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and I think Leo and I are getting one? haha. I don't know. She mentioned it I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ANDDDD, TONGUE PIERCING! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wanna do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lemme look for my balls first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shit, I got none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I got is a pussy. hahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, okay, but seriously, it scares me like shitttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's it for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel like bringing my guitar here, over to Mad's. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mad, should I????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, it's fucking stupid of me to post the question here, when she's right next to me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'ma get off the blog now.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-4822633054148661133?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4822633054148661133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/ass-flat-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4822633054148661133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4822633054148661133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/ass-flat-on-floor.html' title='Ass, flat on the floor.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7900246234747128433</id><published>2009-09-04T01:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:33:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first date? i am a pig. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I woke up at 7ish today. pm, may I add. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sleep for a good twelve hours. LOL. And I call Leo a pig. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I slept over at Leo's last night. We were up all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her friends came down and there was drinking, very little by me because I promised mad I wouldn't. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;First time in my life I drank that little. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was funnnn! hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So much happened, I don't even know how to put them all into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wouldn't even know where to begin. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, so yesterday, Mad, her dad and I went to Ang Mo Kio's branch of TTSH and Leo came after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then, Leo and I went to Causeway Point and Seoul Gardened. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was definitely money worth spent. We ate a lot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And we talked a lot too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;ohh, and I tried something new- soaking the cooked food in raw egg. I know it seems disgusting but the food actually tastes better that way. :) hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thennnn, we walked around a bit, and then hung out- smoke. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then we proceeded to her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Omg, Leo, I loveee your house! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And your bed. lol.  It was really damn shiok to sleep on. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, oh, and Leo has two very cute cats. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Very obedient too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay so that's yesterday.ish. The series of events that took place in Leo's house was just a lot to mention. Rather, I don't know how to put them all in words. I'm not in my "word/writer zone" right now. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Earlier, I had dinner with Leo and KW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Al Ameen at Bukit Timah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Prata is loveee. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;OH and so is Milo Dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Usually I order a godzilla but I for once, I didn't feel like having ice-cream. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So then we ate and hung out for a bit then I had to go cause Mad and her dad were waiting for me here at home, and he kept asking for me soo, yeah. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Plus, I didn't wanna miss the last bus home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bumped into Alibaba in Woodlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, Alibaba is actually Zulrasnur. I know for sure I spelt his name wrong. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;He's mad's cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and my childhood friend. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I knew him prior to knowing mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was a really long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;A time when we called each other Alibaba for some reason. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aight so I'm gonna gooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm kinda sleepy.ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The irony, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, okay, I'm a pig. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And a monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;BLEH.&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/659627920718095428-7900246234747128433?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7900246234747128433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-date-i-am-pig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7900246234747128433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7900246234747128433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-date-i-am-pig.html' title='first date? i am a pig. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-205736457611834706</id><published>2009-09-01T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:40:34.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sooooo, maddy's mom is gonna be moved to Ang Mo Kio's Tan Tock Seng branch for rehabilitation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home today, for a bit, to take some stuff. Clothes. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now 3/4 of my wardrobe is in Mad's place. Or rather, 3/4 of the clothes I usually wear is in Mad's place.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know....I am so fucking sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm still awake. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;We're watching CSI now, was watching the Mentalist earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Bandslam!&lt;br /&gt;and Final destination 4, 3D.&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lotta other movies that don't come to mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, Juelz made us food today. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatoes with corned beef.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY! :D&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'ma go now.&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/659627920718095428-205736457611834706?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/205736457611834706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sooooo-maddys-mom-is-gonna-be-moved-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/205736457611834706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/205736457611834706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sooooo-maddys-mom-is-gonna-be-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6257446338169935628</id><published>2009-08-31T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:15:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WII!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much stoned and I've been stonning the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad's mom was pretty unresponsive today.  We reckon it was cause of the physiotherapy she had in the morning. It's tiring. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty stoned so my mind's pretty black. The entry's gonna be random. I'll just type whatever comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did physio again earlier and mad accompanied me. :)&lt;br /&gt;She FINALLY got a hold of Amy, and they are officially over. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;The way I look at it, the fella's bloody stupid lahs. Got an awesome girl by his side and he takes it for bloody granted. On the contrary, Mad does deserve better. I hope she finds that guy, and should she ever turn gay/bi, I'm here kay mad? hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, some guys are damnnn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, ALL guys are stupid, period. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am officially staying in Mad's place for good. AND I LOVEEEE IT! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We've always planned on moving in together. I guess neither of us expected it to happen so soon. Either way though, YAY! haha. And when my mom comes back, well, I don't know. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. She hasn't called anyway. And when I called her yesterday, she sounded so fucking rude it just got me boiling. Like, what the fuck did I ever do to her? I'm still being nice, despite what she did. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I need to let this go.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to let this go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, Juelz's prolly gonna stay over tomorrow. haha. :D woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! And the epicness of today! WE PLAYED WII IN VELOCITY MALL! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Velocity- the mall in Novena, offers free 30 minutes of WII with every $10 spent. So, us being us, WE PLAYED! We started with this boxing game and let Mad's dad have a go at it first. hahahahaha. The sight was very, very, very, very, very entertaining. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mad had a go, then me. :)&lt;br /&gt;I KICKED THE COMPUTER'S ASS! WOOOOOOTTTSSSS! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, we tried Tennis too. That wasn't too bad. IT WAS FUNNN!&lt;br /&gt;I sooooo feel like getting a WII now. ahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;BLEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and Mad, her dad and I ate this pill to aid shitting. hahahaha. None of us have yet to run to the toilet. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that we're all gonna be fighting for the toilet in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, shitting pill cause I have trouble shitting. It gets really bad sometimes. Like once, I couldn't shit for about two weeks. That's no joke. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough talk about shitting. Let's switch to peeing. Okay, okay joking.&lt;br /&gt;Lame?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard from Ryan for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay this Ryan I'm reffering to isn't Stephen's son, but this guy I knew four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;We lost contact.&lt;br /&gt;And now, he's apparently back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how four years ago, I would've prolly ended up loving him, and now I just know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;But bleh, four years ago, I was a very very different person.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;boys are the least of my priority right now.&lt;br /&gt;there's only one person I want and that one's taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEHHHHH.&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/659627920718095428-6257446338169935628?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6257446338169935628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/wii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6257446338169935628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6257446338169935628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/wii.html' title='WII!'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8281092450708745152</id><published>2009-08-30T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:49:21.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so the countdown begins.</title><content type='html'>Soo there were improvements with regards to Mad's mom today! :D&lt;br /&gt;She moved her shoulders, and she's moving her head a lot more. :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;There's also more movements on the mouth area- her tongue and lips.&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD she's making more sounds. &lt;br /&gt;I reckon, she'd prolly start speaking soon. &lt;br /&gt;Tuty's mom said to give it a week. :D&lt;br /&gt;And so, the countdown begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I attended mass today, after like what? Six-seven weeks?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud at myself for having been skipping mass but in the past weeks, I just didn't feel like going. Don't ask why, I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;I guess it was just everything that happened in the RCIA plus other shit put together.&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling forced to attend mass, and therefore, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;BUTTT, I went today so shut up about it. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep though, during the psalms, and homily. Not proud of that, but I guess I was just really tired, and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Met uncle after for a bit. He was supposed to join me for mass but he was late, so I went in first.&lt;br /&gt;And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;He went to his mother-in-law's place after, and I met mad, her dad and her cousin Layla for dinner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID PHYSIOTHERAPY TODAYYYYYY! After a week?&lt;br /&gt;I can't skip no moreeeee. Or the doctor will kill me during the next appointment with him.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I gotta set the next session for physiotherapy with the hospital too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mad and I won't be dropping by, there's always another day. :)&lt;br /&gt;That's that. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna goooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood diamond's on tv. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8281092450708745152?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8281092450708745152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-countdown-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8281092450708745152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8281092450708745152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-countdown-begins.html' title='and so the countdown begins.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7568366274988941843</id><published>2009-08-29T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:07:41.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid texas poker. lol</title><content type='html'>MADDY'S MOM MOVED HER HEAD LEFT AND RIGHT TODAY!!! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;So everyday, an improvement's made.&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Leo and her friends last night, rather, bros. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesomeeeeeeee! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Played the drinking game and texas poker for the first time ever. I totally sucked at texas poker, so I had to drink a total of nine shots- 5, then 4. And that was just poker. First was the drinking game.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please teach me, so I can improve and kick Leo's butt in that game? hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;So then I went back to meet Mad and her dad in Woodlands and I was getting soooo tipsy. I eventually got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Leo, sorry I made you worry okay?&lt;br /&gt;haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mad took awesome care of me though, together with her dad. I feel so fucking bad. Though, I never thought her dad was really that protective of me. Feels nice. Feels like family. Fuck, this is family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's today and a little of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm prolly gonna attend mass at Novena Church tomorrow. Damn, I haven't attended mass for about six weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'll need to go for confession too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that. I'm gonna go help mad with the dying of her dad's hair now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-7568366274988941843?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7568366274988941843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-texas-poker-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7568366274988941843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7568366274988941843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-texas-poker-lol.html' title='stupid texas poker. lol'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8307275402252547731</id><published>2009-08-27T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:04:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>newlayout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW LAYOUTTT AGAINNN.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's no longer pink.ish.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8307275402252547731?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8307275402252547731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/newlayout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8307275402252547731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8307275402252547731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/newlayout.html' title='newlayout.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5560978316414208170</id><published>2009-08-26T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:42:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Mad and I called pretty much every person in our contact lists today, in search of an experienced massager for stroke patients. And we got a wholeeee lotta people. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tuty's mom came down, and massaged Mad's mom. Tuty, thanks kays? Truly appreciate it babe. :)&lt;br /&gt;The massage really helped her mom. She still can't move on her own but she sat on a wheelchair today, with the help of two physiotherapists. This was after the massage. It was something really amazing to see. With more massages, physiotherapy and prayers, she's gonna heal. So we're basically looking at all other alternatives to heal her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I had Telecommunications today. I.Am.Totally.Fucked. hahahaha. I sooo gotta take Supp papers. Oh well.Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that.&lt;br /&gt;Short entry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really feel like talking much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-5560978316414208170?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5560978316414208170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5560978316414208170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5560978316414208170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-355866702505539603</id><published>2009-08-25T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:26:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredddddd.</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty darn good, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Mad's mom moved her hand! Which is really awesome, considering she still can't talk or move any other part of her.&lt;br /&gt;She's fighting back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo tiredddd. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm going to do telecommunications tomorrow. My mind's not even working right now. It's pretty much in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;So the day started with me and mad studying for her UT. I was studying with her, :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, mad, me and juelz made breakfast for her dad, nothing too special. But it was nice. Very familyish. And these people are my family. :)&lt;br /&gt;Her dad pretty much treats me as his own and the bond between me and mad is unbreakable. haha. the weslife song's in my head now. OH and Juelz is our adik! haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after breakfast we all rushed. It was like 7.40am and we were still home. We cabbed and dropped mad's dad and Juelz at Causeway Point, mad dropped off at school and me, home. And at home, I was pretty much flying around before proceeding to Mad's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mad's UT, we went to the hospital and we prettty much stayed till nightfall. We reached home 10.30ish pm.&lt;br /&gt;OHH and Samantha dropped by to visit Mad's mom today. :)&lt;br /&gt;The amount of crap we crapped about was record breaking. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and last night, I videocalled with two people. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;First, Ryan, and he was suchhhh an ass. ahahahaha. It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Leo. :)&lt;br /&gt;Montone. hahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, telecommunications.&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo not in the mood for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more paper.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fuck it over, get it over with and go down to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NETFUND the other day, it really fucked me over. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and Leo, check out your tagboardddd. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling bitchy. hahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-355866702505539603?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/355866702505539603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiredddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/355866702505539603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/355866702505539603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiredddddd.html' title='tiredddddd.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8539357240984853187</id><published>2009-08-24T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:47:17.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;omg, netfund. I am soooo fucking screwed. hahahahahahahahahaha&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/659627920718095428-8539357240984853187?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8539357240984853187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-netfund.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8539357240984853187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8539357240984853187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-netfund.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7318804915741943</id><published>2009-08-24T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:20:20.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day..</title><content type='html'>What a day...literally.&lt;br /&gt;It's been hectic, no, crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start from the beginning, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was good. Haha, because I got to wake up at 4.36pm. :D Then I got ready and went to meet Sabrina and her sister-in-law at Bugis for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;After, I didn't really wanna go home yet cause well, I just didn't. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO I went over to Mad's. Initially I thought of just dropping by but I ended up staying over cause it started raining and couldn't walk home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then mad's dad came into the room while we were sleeping at 4ish-5ish and said her mom was sick. See, we thought it was a mundane thing so we carried on sleeping. We didn't really think much of it. We both woke up later at 10.30ish am, and mad went to check on her mom. And thennnnn, oh what a day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on her bed. She couldn't move. She couldn't talk. Mad told me and I pretty much jumped outta bed. We called the ambulance and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;She got a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day's basically filled with us running back and forth- her place, my place, hospital.&lt;br /&gt;It's been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We're both sooo fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;And I got NETFUND exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so totally fucked. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;But really, that's the least of my concerns right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for things with mommy. Well, she called on Saturday and insisted on knowing what was wrong. I didn't wanna burst, no. Not on the phone, no. If she's gonna hear anything, it's all gonna go down face to face, so I can tell her face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty's been trying to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the thing with me is, it's not really easy to hit a nerve. I may be hot-tempered but I mostly get over things quickly, so it usually doesn't become a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;What she did, that one call, it brought back the past twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;Every emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Every memory.&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;That hit EVERY nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I've basically stopped caring. If she's gonna call the one man who betrayed her, ruined her life and left her completely miserable after EVERYTHING SHE did for him. If she's going to call him after everything I did FOR HER, to improve the situation for her, then it really doesn't matter. Because she clearly didn't even give a thought about what that call would do to me, and how I would be affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and why she called?&lt;br /&gt;I think I already blogged about it, but long story short, it's because she heard that my dad's woman's pregnant again.&lt;br /&gt;Like, why the fuck would it be any of HER business if that bitch's pregnant? It's not like she's gonna be carrying the baby for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I love my dad, truly I do. I hated him for a long while, I did. But that was because of everything he ever did to my mom, and thus, everything I had to bear for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I hate him for what he did.&lt;br /&gt;But I love him for who he is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much like him and he's gets me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, well, I'm just glad my mom didn't call today.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna talk or she her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, my motivation for school was her.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's gone.&lt;br /&gt;So, fuck school and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck living for her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, fineee, I'll go study. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this is one angsty entry.&lt;br /&gt;PFFFTTT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-7318804915741943?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5309904628468408872</id><published>2009-08-21T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:40:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blehness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;omgggg, i am soooo boredddd. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sabrina's asleepppp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and i don't wanna sleep yetttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i accidentally burned my table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;well, not the whole bloody thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there's just a burn mark, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enough for my mom to kill me though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tomorrow, i am soooo getting a bloody ashtray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;on another note, i find i'm starting to care less and less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this can't be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and on another, another note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am feeling good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-2816830816594105431</id><published>2009-08-21T19:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:40:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy daughter time. :D</title><content type='html'>and I saw my daddy today! :D hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I found the dates pretty funny though, maybe it's just me...but the last time I saw him, it was May 12, and today's August 21. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe it is just me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyy, I was soooooo nervousss. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Like when 168 exited the expressway he called and said he was here and that he'd be waiting at Civic's macdonalds. There was where I was supposed to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, while waiting for sabrina, the nerves just kept building and building and building. I smoked twice, consecutively because well, the nerves were that bad. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Called mad, and spoke to her for a bit, to try and calm the nerves. I think if I didn't call her, I would have finished half the pack there and then. hahahaha. NO wait, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a bride, in an arranged marriage, seeing her husband for the first time. Well that was how it felt...cept the roles in my situation are a whole lot different. hahahaha. But yeah, that's the only way I know how to put it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gooodddddd. No no, AWESOMEEEE! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I really am so bloody much like him! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, and my half-brother, Issac is a lot like me too! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He looks like Galvin though. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen him in person yet though, I WANNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, half-way through the meet up with my dad, my mom called and I just went like, "Shit."&lt;br /&gt;Timing has really been shit recently. haha. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can think of a few examples at the top of my head. hahaha. Oh well, it isn't something we can actually control is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo anywayy, yeahh. hahaha. Bleh. Oh welll.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I got to hang with daddy today, but it wasn't not long enough. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It never is.&lt;br /&gt;He just totally gets me.&lt;br /&gt;He supports everything I do. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I told him about being a vocalist for Leo's band and he got soooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;Tell that to my mom, and you'd be able to her the crickets.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying my mom sucks, no. She's awesome and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is just awesomer. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I think, because I'm so much like my dad, and my dad knows that, he gets that and therefore, gets me.&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about daddy for now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he left, (it was sooo hard to watch him leave. It always is. Tears me up really. Tears both of us) I SAW DOMINIC! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I was likeeee, "OHHHH SHITTTT! HAHAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;So uhh, it was weird, a little. But I did say hi, and I was nice, and friendly and NICEEEE! lol.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn, that was it. Sabrina and I went to eat and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, MCT WAS SHITTTT! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOO FUCKEDDD.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think it went better than I thought it would though.&lt;br /&gt;OHH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, I LOVE YOU DADDYYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-2816830816594105431?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2816830816594105431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-daughter-time-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/2816830816594105431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Know what that equates to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm seriously fucked. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH well, just gonna get it over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-7888412040114894912?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7888412040114894912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-papers-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahahahaha, my blog's pink now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3461099853795004373?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3461099853795004373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3461099853795004373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3461099853795004373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-blog.html' title='pink blog.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8945734807509239726</id><published>2009-08-20T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:07:06.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my room is a nightclub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I feel likeeee clubbingggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maddyyy, can we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soon soon? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Leooo, must come too kays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lets sneak Juelz in too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my room is currently a nightclub and i'm loving it! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3.05am, people are sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what am i doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't 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nightclub.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5102195916578785843</id><published>2009-08-19T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:30:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy's totally gonna get it. bigtime.</title><content type='html'>I just had a really really really long talk with Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;It was about mommy and daddy for the most part- basically the family lahs.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy did something completely absurd today.&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely redundant.&lt;br /&gt;She called daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause she heard that his woman is pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy called me while I was studying/chilling at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;He apologized for being an ass to mommy and he asked me to pass on the apology to her.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm really glad he was such an ass to her, teaches her for calling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What business does she have calling him?&lt;br /&gt;Or caring that his woman may or may not be pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned, it's no longer HER business.&lt;br /&gt;They're divorced.&lt;br /&gt;Their marriage wasn't real.&lt;br /&gt;He was barely around. And when he was, he'd be high on drugs/gambling/cheating her in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised, in fact, I'm pretty sure I have half-brothers/sisters out there that I don't know about. Knowing HIM, hah, I just know too well.&lt;br /&gt;But what business does sheeee haveeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she lets him back in, I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;He's my father, yes, a shitty one, yes, but MY father nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;And that's all he is.&lt;br /&gt;He's notttt her husband.&lt;br /&gt;She has uncle, and he's a LOT better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she lets him back in, everything we've lived through will start again.&lt;br /&gt;I've lived through hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't know if I'll survive this time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still healing from all the damaged done since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to live through this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's gonna get a very very nice lecture from me.&lt;br /&gt;OH yes she is.&lt;br /&gt;Not over the phone though, no.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no.&lt;br /&gt;She'll get it in her face.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care if she cries cause it's better she realizes than go though shit again.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot more to this that I'm not typing up.&lt;br /&gt;Cause an entry wouldn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;I think I could write a book about it though.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I feel a hugeee zit growing on my face and it's irritatingggggg! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ohh, I feel like drinking!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;jazzy cool down.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, I need to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm been trying, since the phonecall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-5102195916578785843?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5102195916578785843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommys-totally-gonna-get-it-bigtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5102195916578785843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5102195916578785843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommys-totally-gonna-get-it-bigtime.html' title='mommy&apos;s totally gonna get it. bigtime.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-4408520697964185000</id><published>2009-08-18T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:12:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome awesome awesome. :)</title><content type='html'>Soooo todayyy wassss AWESOMEEE! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The day started at 8.20ish, when I finally got my lazy ass of the bed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Maddy and Leo to study.&lt;br /&gt;They've got their UT's coming up and I've got bloody exams.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! sarcasm. haha. Least holidays are after that, so that's something to look forward to. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, we went to starbucks first, after meeting up and smoking. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, well, we waited for the library to open cause we were gonna go there to study.&lt;br /&gt;Well eventually, it did, and we proceeded there.&lt;br /&gt;We did study, a bit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Leo fell asleep after a while.&lt;br /&gt;I was uhh, well, studyingish.&lt;br /&gt;Mad was studying then Samantha came and they went places.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn we got hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Sam left to go back to school, we had KFC.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN! Hahahahaha! We went to my place.&lt;br /&gt;And that was super awesomeee.&lt;br /&gt;See, the idea was to study here.&lt;br /&gt;But us being us, no studying took place, cept for when Leo did study for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my room was practically a club.&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, apart from being my personal councillors, maddy and Leo are now my vocal coaches too apparently. haha. Juelz is pretty much part of that equation too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trained to sing high notes today.&lt;br /&gt;Like, really, really trained. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;For those who've heard me sing, ya'll know I usually sing in a damn low voice.&lt;br /&gt;But the trio have broadened my vocal range. :))&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, we danced tektonic. And I am pretty sure I got that spelt wrong. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anddd we drankkkk a lotttt. hahahahaha. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome to drink with company.&lt;br /&gt;I loveeee itttt.&lt;br /&gt;ohh and smoked too, duh. hahahahah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo's really good with the guitar. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I found out I can read Juelz's mind cause she was looking at me and well, I just knew what she was thinking soooo haha. It happened a couple of times actually. Woman had me swearing at her. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to daddy too. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I called him cause well, I don't know really. I felt like talking to him and something in me just said to call him, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;And that woman was with him so obviously he couldn't talk.&lt;br /&gt;We hung up.&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me though was that he called back.&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice though.&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I may see him on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get my hopes up though, cause knowing him and this family, they'd prolly crumble it all in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;OH well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, aunty's coming by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get some stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm gonna study.&lt;br /&gt;I think. No wait, I am. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I have to.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina's awesomeeeeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!&lt;br /&gt;Brother's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;haha, he turns 30.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-4408520697964185000?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4408520697964185000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-awesome-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4408520697964185000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/4408520697964185000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-awesome-awesome.html' title='awesome awesome awesome. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-2105696353892715475</id><published>2009-08-17T22:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:59:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from K.L</title><content type='html'>Aighttt, so I'm backkkkk. hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;The trip was gooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I went shopping and I gotta say that this is the first time I went shopping in KL with RM200 and got more than just ONE outfit.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know two hundred ringgit can get you a lotttt of things but I used to just go to ROXY and get something from there. This time, we went to Sungei Wang and Times Square. It's like Far East here. So yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I got shitloads amounts of tees. hahahaha. I cant't helpppp ittttt. i love tees! :)&lt;br /&gt;And I got a jean/pants...argh, a bottom. Yes, a bottom. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And I got something for mad! And mad, it's not cigarettes, though, I did get that for you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH I'm not sure if ya'll know but Times Square has a roller coaster IN the building. Fucking cool right? I WANTED TO RIDEEE ITTTT but Sabrina's too much of a chicken. :P&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;That's fineee, next time, I'll bring my friends and WE'LL go!&lt;br /&gt;I am planning another trip soon though.&lt;br /&gt;To KL, then to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;Maddy~ hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I wrote two songs while I was there. Both within five minutes. hahahaha. Sabrina's sooo used to it now she doesn't even bother to be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the uncle in Kajang and I am soooo going back there soon. Maddy, I'll tell you about this tomorrow, when I see you and Leo. :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series of events of the trip (what I can remember):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached at 2ish-3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Sabrina (my cousin).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought our tickets back for monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate A&amp;amp;W :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dropped by my Uncle's place to say hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went back to Sabrina's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at 7ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had prata for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Harvin (my other cousin).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed to Kajang to see Uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chilled/talked to him till 3ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told him about my crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told him about drugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told him about smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told him about tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't have to tell him much actually cause he knows EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he told me something he's gonna teach me! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhh, left kajang, went back to K.L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had Chicken rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got starbucks. :)) haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked round the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chilled for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the Pasar Malam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought a few movies. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vin came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lepaked for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We watched tv for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at 9ish cause sabrina was bored and she haddd to wake me up. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got ready and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had Wendy's for lunch- was really really good by the wayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, the irony, Wendy's. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt like punching the dude in the face there cause he got on my nerves. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Sungei Wang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopped a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Times Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopped a lottt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched the proposal (sooo gonna watch it here again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proceeded home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was soooo freaking tired thanks to all the walking. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched the dvd we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreamt of a lotttt of things. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at 10ish-11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Packed/showered/got ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went by Harvin's to say bye but pig she was, she was sleeping. hahaha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left for Puduraya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had Kenny Roagers for lunch. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because it was ME eating we took two hours. hahahaha. Okay, less!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed to the bus station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost punched a guy in the face there because the people there are just fucking annoying. Mad, the same thing kinda happened again, like the last time we were there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought cigarettes for maddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boarded the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stoned in the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept in the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Texted in the bus. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and now I'm home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leo, enjoy reading. hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-2105696353892715475?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1536306588871949462</id><published>2009-08-15T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:40:20.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL,cigarettes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'm in KLLLLLLLLL. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;cigarettes are fucking cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i got a pack for RM7.50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;FUCKING HELLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6550509823316562504</id><published>2009-08-14T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:49:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead, crashed, tired, gone. haha!</title><content type='html'>aighttt, so i'm leaving for kl in the morningggg.&lt;br /&gt;my coach is at 9.30am, which means I'm leaving at 7.30am, and therefore waking up at 6 since I haven't packed yet. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;gonna be away for the weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, I'm gonna crash nowww, been awake for almost 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not unusual for me, but i'm tired as hellllll.&lt;br /&gt;and my back hurts.haha&lt;br /&gt;back massage anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;maddy, i'll miss youuu.&lt;br /&gt;leo, hahaha, i'll miss you also!&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss juelz.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss....hmmm, nothing else i guess. OH! my guitars. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then.&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;br /&gt;crashed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-6550509823316562504?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6550509823316562504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/dead-crashed-tired-gone-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6550509823316562504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6550509823316562504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/dead-crashed-tired-gone-haha.html' title='dead, crashed, tired, gone. haha!'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6606852362183430653</id><published>2009-08-13T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:27:26.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aighttt, soooo today's the last day of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kind of. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, modani hasn't been submitted. Modani's my animations class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of fun, well, it can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's a hugeeee pain in the ass to do. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost there though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like, just a little bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to school for like two hours today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I didn't exactly ditch, or rather, zhao- new word I leant from Leo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, well, I had my medical appointment for my knee at about noon, so I left school at 10ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thennnnn, I had to go meet mommy. She was with aunty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She knows I smoke now, and so does uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy's the only one that's still in the closet. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't think I'm gonna tell her anytime soon though, or ever. If she finds out though, then so be it. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I talked to mommy today, bout school and pretty much everything going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She sees how different I am now and that's a good thing I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told her about the tattoo I'm planning on getting on my 21st. I told her about the trip I'm planning to celebrate. She wants to come along with my friends. But she promises to leave us alone. She and aunty will just go relax one corner. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I asked her if I could get a tongue piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, she didn't kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead she went like, "Ask aunty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeahh, I'm planning on asking aunty realllll sooon. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was really nice to see mommy though...even though it was only for a couple of hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The house OFFICIALLY belongs to mommy now, so if anything were to happen to her, I at least know I won't end up homeless. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, mommy's gone now though. Pretty bumped about it. But oh well, I guess I'm used to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will see her in a couple of weeks though. Gonna go to Ipoh. Hopefully maddy can come...hopefully her mom evolves back into a human. hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maddy's grounded bigtime. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH OH OH, okay, so my MCT teacher and I talked for a bit today, before I zhaoed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told her I had to go to court today, and for a second she looked at me like I was a fugitive. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until I told her it was about my parents and their divorce and the apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We talked about other things too. She asked about the family and my health and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, she said something that just kinda hit me a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHE: "But you look so cheerful and bubbly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ME: "I have to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At that moment, it hit me. I never realized how much everything really affected me, from mommy and daddy's divorced to everything that's happened till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I never dealt with it, you know. I mean, I'm slow when it comes to emotions and such. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God gave me a brain, a really good one but the emotion's part's kinda laggy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking about it all the way through, and I was just at shock I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like, I never really acted like I was bothered by it, by anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAH. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy and daddy's divorce was for the better though, for mommy. Daddy's a shitty father and a worse husband. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, I will admit, I was hoping to see him today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, they call both parties down at seperate timings so they won't see each other and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's good for mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not so good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He did call the other day though...saying something bout following him to visit his brother. Hopefully, that happens soon. Knowing him though, I'm not counting on it. He probably won't call me for the next couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So after all that today, I'm just really glad school's done. Modani WILL be completed by tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I can just live for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm leaving for KL in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need it, the break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND I MISS SABRINA! woot woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta visit other cousins too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh, exams are coming though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I gotta start studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fry my brains with programming and networking and math and telecommunications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, this entry is so fucking long. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-6606852362183430653?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6606852362183430653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6606852362183430653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6606852362183430653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day.html' title='the last day.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-5449583287312906189</id><published>2009-08-12T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:01:17.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stop dreaming Jasmin, stopppp ittttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need to get over this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lord knows I won't ever though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On another note, mommy's coming back tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NO actually, she's leaving Ipoh tonight which means she'll arrive early tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And she'll be leaving tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why come back then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She's got house transfer stuff to settle. Parents have been divorced for about three years now and the house still isn't settled yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh, and, one more day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can survive this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-5449583287312906189?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5449583287312906189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5449583287312906189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/5449583287312906189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8983282688148341405</id><published>2009-08-09T16:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:37:03.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're gonna walk away, what could I really do or say. Would it matter anyway?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wouldn't change how you feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You wanna come by, kiss me for one last time to clear your doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm like, fine. Whatever you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You come by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;We kissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Then you go like, "This is the last time you're gonna see me and that's it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Why do you keep testing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Why do you keep pushing my limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yeah, that would be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Because I could have you in my arms all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;We could fuck one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And then what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'd never see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Fuck it, I don't want that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't want to not see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;So yeah, in your way, you'd put it as, "So you're never gonna see me again and that's it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You know what, that would be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Because if I did sleep with you one last time, this wouldn't make it any easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Fuck it, it'd be so much harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And I don't wanna be having you in my arms and have my head ringing, "This is it. This is it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You don't wanna see me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You said I wouldn't see you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;We'd see each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Because this world is that fucking small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;On another note, Happy Birthday Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Something always fucks up on national day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Four years ago, I lost my dad this very same day. Didn't see him again for a really, really long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And today, it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8983282688148341405?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8983282688148341405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-wanna-come-by-kiss-me-for-one-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8983282688148341405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8983282688148341405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-wanna-come-by-kiss-me-for-one-last.html' title='Happy Birthday Singapore.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1126870818796001800</id><published>2009-08-03T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:35:19.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;First day back at school today, after two weeks. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And there's two more weeks to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm counting down, quite literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So school was pretty alright. It wasn't too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I had two tests- one lab test and one quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The lab test was Telecommunications and I fucked it overrrrr. hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I didn't know what I was doinggggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But hell, I'm just really, really glad it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I KNOW I'd at least PASS it so, well, it's not an A but it's better than a F innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And the math quiz wasn't so bad, cept for the final question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh well, final questions are always a pain in the ass. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OH, OH, OH, I surprised someone today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dropped by her workplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I didn't plan on it initially, I mean, I thought of going but I didn't think I'd have that much time on my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, I did and it was a decision I made in the spur of the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It was really, really, really good to see her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wanted to surprise her, and I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Though, I kinda wasted fourty-five minutes sitting my ass down and staring at her from where I was seated at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gotta say though, it did help to calm the nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I don't know what's going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm not making any plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Firstly because I don't really go through with my plans. Lol. So it's probably not a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;On another note, I had my first beer with the family last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My cousins/nieces/nephew were here from Australia/the States/ London so we all went to dinner. My brother, his wife and Galvin came along too. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And that was why I was freaking out to drink with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If my brother wasn't there, it would've been a no brainer but I was kinda freaked that my brother would freak out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hahahaahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I got pushed a mug of beer, and well, eventually, I drank it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I don't think my brother really cares about what I do anymore, considering my age now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So that was that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm gonna go chill and rest now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm sooo sleepyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1126870818796001800?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1126870818796001800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-back-at-school-today-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1126870818796001800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1126870818796001800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-back-at-school-today-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-118935072734849864</id><published>2009-08-01T02:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:46:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've been a sick ass this past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes, the entire week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rightfully, it started last week, last Monday to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saw the doctor on Tuesday, and I got two days off (Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I still wasn't well on Wednesday so I went back to the same doctor and he gave me Thursday and Friday off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I started feeling better though, pluss mommy was back, so YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then the weekend passed- a family weekend which I oh so loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sunday night, and the fever seemed to be on attack mode again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mommy checked on me on Monday morning and I was phew- HOT, like a roasting chicken on barbeque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;She brought me to another doctor on Monday night and she gave me a five day mc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sound good eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not quite when your body's burning, throat's itching and you can't stop coughing, AND when the doctor's told you that you've got a 50% chance of having H1N1. It really fucks your mind up. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So yeahh, I was sick as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I literally pretty much stayed in bed the entire week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And now, I am finally better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The fever subsided though, A LOT, so that's good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's kinda annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Firstly, I've been missing so much of school and I feel kinda guilty cause I can't work with my groupmates and partners on projects. Though, it's not like I asked for this right? I don't go to bed at night praying to fall ill. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So yeah, it's fucking annoyingggggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I feel like I can't do my best because of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I know people are judging me for missing school as it is so that sucks majorly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay, I'm normally not the kind of person who cares what people think. But, I do care about what my friends think because well, they're my friends and I care about them so their thought matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But it sucks to go back to school and feel an awkwardness- it's just a really bad vibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But fuck it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Plus, mama's gone now. She left on Wednesday when I was still SICK ass. I don't blame her though. I don't wanna put her in the spot of having to choose between her mother and her daughter. That would just suck. So I'm sucking it all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I did suck it in when I was lying on the couch half dead as she prepared to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And when she left, it hurt a whole fucking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It was like the apartment was empty again, with the echoes of silence that fill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;BUT, maddy and juelz have been staying over to watch over me and I am eternally grateful for them. It's nice to have company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I mean, it's not like we have to all stay up or talk non-stop. We could be doing our own thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It just feels nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And this feels like family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;They are family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm hoping to get better and fully recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I just hope I can survive the two weeks that's left of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So many things to rush and do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So many things to complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So many things to get over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And the exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lord knows I'm everything but ready for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-118935072734849864?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/118935072734849864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/118935072734849864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/118935072734849864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-sick.html' title='i&apos;ve been sick.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-9085835001351577117</id><published>2009-07-26T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:10:12.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama loves to feed me. :S haha</title><content type='html'>so today, i ate like a cow. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;breakfast with mom earlier in the morning, as mentioned in the post before this.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, aunty made me eat.&lt;br /&gt;there was rice, poori, chicken curry and fish. :S&lt;br /&gt;and i just had black pepper crab, custard and this other sweet thing. i don't know what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice though.&lt;br /&gt;sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galvin's three!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cussed in the Lord's name today, something I don't do a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;Like, okay, i say the word fuck a lot, but no, not this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna skip all the details but I spoke to Stephen today.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Hi Jasmin.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh my fucking God.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: So you're gonna curse and go to church tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;ME: LOL, actually I haven't attended mass for three weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, i haven't been attending mass.&lt;br /&gt;this week would make four weeks...or is it five now? lol.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't faltered in my faith, no.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't really feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i keep asking myself to breathe and be patient.&lt;br /&gt;october.&lt;br /&gt;i am so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;four years now, and then, finally...&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe jasmin, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;be patient.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-9085835001351577117?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/9085835001351577117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/mama-loves-to-feed-me-s-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/9085835001351577117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/9085835001351577117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/mama-loves-to-feed-me-s-haha.html' title='mama loves to feed me. :S haha'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-6097618265258869137</id><published>2009-07-25T07:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T07:48:43.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family weekend. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mama just said good night to me, at 7.30, on a saturday morning. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;though, it is a perfect start to my day, or rather, end, since i haven't slept yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if you're surprised, i'd say, don't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;some days, i don't even sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lately though, i gotta say, i've been sleeping A LOTTTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so, mama's finally home, after three long months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, they weren't that long...the months really flew by but...ah well. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was doing my physiotherapy at about 3ish-4 in the morning- earlier. and LOL, i know. I should've been sleeping but i don't always do the things i should. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;prior to that, maddy and juelz were over and we watched a hindi movie, after watching part of my brother's wedding's dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAHAHAHA, yes, HINDI movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it was longggg. but pretty good. lol. funny though- the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so anyways, the movie finally ended at 2.30am, i walked mad and juelz halfway home and i walked home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;reached home at about three, chilled for a bit, showered, then did physio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i know i should've done my physio FIRST then shower, but i don't usually follow the natual order of things either. hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what can i say? i'm a rebel. hahahaha. who plays good, most of the time. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay, okay, so i was doing my physio, which hurts like a BITCH by the way, when I heard the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i looked through the doorhole and taaadaaaa! MOMMYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i opened the door. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i prayed like hell that the house didn't smell like sticks cause she has the sense of smell of a dog i tell you. it's one powerful nose she has. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and a killer instinct too. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so then, i continued talking to her, amidst doing my physio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we talked and talked and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then we went down for breakfast at 6.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i know, fucking early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it was nice though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and now, i'm full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i had appam (don't know if i spelt it right), tah huay (prolly got this wrong too), half of a hard boiled egg, and a big glass of hot soya bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i am soooooooooooo full...and sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but i want my food to digest firstttt otherwise i'd get indigestion and get very, very cranky cause then i wouldn't be able to shit too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and it's very irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;like, i may not get PMS or menstrual cramps but THIS, makes up for all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;at least PMS and the cramps only go on once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i gotta watch my digestion every day! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i suppose i should sleep soon though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mama's snoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i hear her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;galvin's birthday is tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;little guy turns three!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fucking fastttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's gonna be a family weekend- LIKE FINALLY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and it's exactly what i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-6097618265258869137?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6097618265258869137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-weekend-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6097618265258869137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/6097618265258869137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-weekend-d.html' title='family weekend. :D'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-3244893726798230342</id><published>2009-07-24T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:59:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama's coming homeee. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mama's coming home tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No, actually, she's LEAVING ipoh tonight. meaning, she'll be back early tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gosh, it's been forever since I last saw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm kinda nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so this weekend's galvin's birthdayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;little boy turns three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fucking fast innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh, and i GOT to get him something cause mama and brother says so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bloody freaking hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm fucking broke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;like really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i've got like what? $4 left in my wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;blehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmm, the weird dreams just keep coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i dreamt about stephen two nights ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;like, mama was in the dream too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she brought a bunch of us to eat at Charco's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and in my dream, charco's looked different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so then everyone was eating cept me cause i hadn't even decided what i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when i finally did queue, that's when i saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;stephen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i screamedddddd so fucking loud, every one turned to look at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but the joy was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i was really, really really happy to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that may have been a dream, but funny as it may &lt;em&gt;seem&lt;/em&gt;, that dream made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;like okay, stephen may have messed things up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i don't wanna get into details cause it involves people other than me and to just publish everything here for the whole world to see is just rude, and an invasion of their privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so anywho, i was pissed at him for everything at happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fuck, i remember how much of a fucking mess it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when i wasn't at work, i'd be looking after her, either physically, mentally, emotionally or spiritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and when i WAS at work, i'd be doing the same for stephen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;having two suicidal people who i really loved and still love in my life at that time made ME wanna kill myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whattttt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i stayed strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then, when they were finally pretty much, past it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was my turn to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and that's when all the fights started with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i did this facebook quiz today...the best friends forever thing. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Marisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Sherlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Kiji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sherlyn and Kiji hahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They are awesome people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But really, I think I'm on their "most hated people" list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and truthfully, i don't blame them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i just wished, they'd understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but bleh, fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i added you on facebook again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i don't know whyyyyy i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe i have lost all sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3244893726798230342?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3244893726798230342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/mamas-coming-homeee-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3244893726798230342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3244893726798230342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/mamas-coming-homeee-d.html' title='mama&apos;s coming homeee. :D'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8737705966441888808</id><published>2009-07-22T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:26:06.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm singleeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it was great while it lasted though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and we're still really good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no wait, i think we're better as friends now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8737705966441888808?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8737705966441888808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8737705966441888808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8737705966441888808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/single.html' title='single.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-59089694850661353</id><published>2009-07-22T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:47:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny dreams.</title><content type='html'>OH OH OH!&lt;br /&gt;I've been having really really weird dreams recently.&lt;br /&gt;Like, REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I dreamt of mommy in three consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I miss her and I'm pretty excited that's she's coming back after THREE months.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be leaving on Wednesday though.&lt;br /&gt;Like, next week.&lt;br /&gt;So she won't be here long.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny dreams though.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what I'd dream bout tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep to find out. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-59089694850661353?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/59089694850661353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8951129748412427904</id><published>2009-07-22T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:44:05.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed. :))</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today- again. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on MC for two days! wooohoooo! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I've been on MC/LOA A LOT this semester! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Buttt, I WILL be going to school tomorrow- for math lecture only.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I have two make-up tests to schedule, and study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Three more weeks and then it's study week.&lt;br /&gt;My first paper's on August 21st, and the last, August 26th.&lt;br /&gt;Four papers.&lt;br /&gt;Breaks in between papers.&lt;br /&gt;I will kick their butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy and I hung with Wendy today for a bit. It was uh, pretty cool. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Maddy got me dinner at Subway! She insisted. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;"Must fair fair." hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we accompanied Wendy to have HER dinner, at Yoshinoya since she doesn't have a huge preference for subway.&lt;br /&gt;We sent her off after- walked her to the station and off she went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn, we bumped into JUELZ! hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;After much persuasion and time spent, we watched OBSESSED! :D&lt;br /&gt;Before that though, we arcaded for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know there's no such word as "arcaded" but I like making up my own words so deal with it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so OBSESSED WAS AWESOMEEEEE! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfight of the century! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, mommy's FINALLY coming back on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she'd prolly only REACH on Saturday morning since her bus is on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it takes that long to get from Ipoh to home.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, maddy and I are gonna clean up the house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maddy's helping me with it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then we're gonna plan out Amy's 21st- I think.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm gonna crash cause I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, cigarettes pump my veins again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it's bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, too much of anything is- even water!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Cigs gonna kill me someday?&lt;br /&gt;Bring it.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't afraid of dying yo.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thug style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm just blabbering randomly now...or rather, typing.&lt;br /&gt;That usually happens when I'm tired or sleepy or bored or pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no wait.&lt;br /&gt;It depends what kinda pissed off I am.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm irritated- pissed off, then I'ma bitch.&lt;br /&gt;If it's pissed off-PISSED AS SHIT, then I'd prolly wanna kick someone's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, OH, OH.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to add this in because...well, no reason really, it just came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Ryan the other night.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, I can't wait for January.&lt;br /&gt;And, not because it's my birthday month.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8951129748412427904?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8951129748412427904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8951129748412427904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8951129748412427904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsessed.html' title='obsessed. :))'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-3891916293801207912</id><published>2009-07-19T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:20:46.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only satudays lasted longer</title><content type='html'>Today was good.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed over Maddy's last night. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;it always is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, we PLANNED on waking up at 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, that DIDN'T happen. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;we awoke at 2.30pm. wooootttsss. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we showered, ate- maddy had to wait for me, as usual. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thennnn, we lefttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we checked out this place- ice cream chefs.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty darn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;two scoops for $4.60.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennn, we went to EAST COAST! like, we walked there.&lt;br /&gt;and, okay, the MOST unexpected thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;like, seriously. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was soo freaking hilarious, it took a while to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maddy and I were at a junction, awaiting the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;I turned, and know who i saw?&lt;br /&gt;MR JEROME!!! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he's my lecturer for Transnational Studies, which is officially overrr. :(&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thank God I wasn't smoking then, otherwise, I'd probably have choked to death. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, so that was the day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spend the rest of the night chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only saturdays lasted longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3891916293801207912?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3891916293801207912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-satudays-lasted-longer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3891916293801207912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3891916293801207912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-satudays-lasted-longer.html' title='if only satudays lasted longer'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-3517646253710032449</id><published>2009-07-14T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:18:15.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they mean nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;how do you tell someone to have faith when all of yours have gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;how do you convince someone to hope when all hope is lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;how do you love when all you feel is dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;how do you cry when you can't even feel pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what's a smile that doesn't light up your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what's a home that's vacant all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when the wind blows the dust off the shoes on my feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when you'd someday realize just what you mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when everyone fades away and vacants off your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you'll find me standing there, holding on, still trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm seeing things so clearly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i feel the change in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i don't know how my mother's going to react when she gets back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;but she won't stay too long before she leaves again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and this apartment will stay as how it is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;no voices. no laugher. just sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;appliances. tv. keyboard. typing. the guitar. music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;some of the many that could sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;but my voice, it's lost in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you can hear me, say you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come, take me with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i find myself alone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll let the darkness fall over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe then, this would finally end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3517646253710032449?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3517646253710032449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-mean-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3517646253710032449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3517646253710032449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-mean-nothing.html' title='they mean nothing.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1852104517403901576</id><published>2009-07-12T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:00:46.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its amazing how just a year can really, really change you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;funny, this time, last year, i had a completely different outlook on life, religion, drugs, family, friends, people, just to name a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;now, it feels as if i've evolved into someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;in a way, i guess i'm still the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;in many other ways though, i feel like i've changed so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;change; not necessarily in a bad way though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;at least, i don't think it's bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and that's all that matters because society may perhaps never see things the way i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and neither may you, reader, whoever you are, from whereever you come from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I may know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but i may not too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i've gotten hit and wounded many times, this past year alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;perhaps it was all that that changed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you know how sometimes shit just fucks right in front of you and messes with your mind and you think it can't get any worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then it just blows off in your face and DOES get worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hahaha, really fucks you over don't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you know what though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;a lot of shit may have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and many things may have messed me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but i've got no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;none at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;because they all brought me to where i am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;not that this state i'm at is supposedly heaven or close to it, but i've grown so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i've seen so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and let me just say that i've seen a lot of shit in this world, even as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i had practically no childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;my teenhood was just more shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i remember thinking that that would be it. shit can't fuck up more. life can't get any worse. and then it does. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and right now, i'm twenty and i know that all the shit that has ever happened was just the epilogue. chapter one will come soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i know somewhere, in another place,that someone may have perhaps been through worse shit than i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and is probably far off worse than i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;for the record, i am greatful for everything i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;as for the relationship part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i haven't figured that part out yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i know it's unfair to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;truly, i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;funny how with kuku i wanted the relationship and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so i thought with you, i was ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;like mad said though, "it's different with everyone jas. different person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it's like vertical horizon's song, "Everything You Want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;he's everything you want, he's everything you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;he says all the right things at exactly the right time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but he means nothing to you and you don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i've been trying though, to feel something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;at first, i thought i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i really, really, thought i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i was like, "okay! I LIKE DOM! like, really really like him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;apparently, i was so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;because whenever he holds me, i wanna pull away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;whenever he kisses me, it doesn't do anything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i've been trying to brainwash myself, lol. that's how hard i've been trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it's not like i'm thinking of someone else when he kisses me, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm like telling myself, "okay jas, you like thisss, you like thissss. go on, go onnnnn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;don't get it wrong, he's not a bad kisser. he's pretty good. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i just....WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;he's a great guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;a really, really, really great guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;one more person who's gonna end up hating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you know how bella feels for jacob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;that brotherly feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;that's how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i don't mean to drag twilight into this but that's the only way i know how to put this...in that context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;at first, i thought this would be a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;that this would fix me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;rather, help me get over things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it hasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and it won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i guess i don't regret this with dom though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yes, i hate doing this to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but, at least i finally gave him this chance right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sigh, he's done nothing wrong though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;maybe someday, i could learn to love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i realize though, that i never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and that really, really tears me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1852104517403901576?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1852104517403901576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-amazing-how-just-year-can-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1852104517403901576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1852104517403901576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-amazing-how-just-year-can-really.html' title='its amazing how just a year can really, really change you'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7888517917634632090</id><published>2009-07-12T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:29:16.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and in recent days i've learnt one thing or rather, i'm reminded of one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;that is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit has a way of fucking you up real good when it comes back to fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know what though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bring it onnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-7888517917634632090?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7888517917634632090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-in-recent-days-ive-learnt-one-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/7888517917634632090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;but, finally, i did.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-3434096663680642490?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3434096663680642490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-get-gun-and-blow-it-to-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3434096663680642490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/3434096663680642490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-get-gun-and-blow-it-to-my-head.html' title='just get a gun and blow it to my head already.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1906285655203394679</id><published>2009-07-12T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:01:46.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some weird dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I had the craziest dream earlier or rather, last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I reached home at 6ish, and went straight to bed. Didn't feel like doing anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, okay, the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It involved a random dude and a random hot girl. I have abosolutely no idea who the fuck those people were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can't quite recall the details cept the dude drove a mecedes. For the record, he was YOUNGER than me. And when I say younger, I MEAN younger. He looked thirteen or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And the girl looked somewhat younger than me, but not too much. Maybe a year or two, max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Right, so the dude was possibly the worst driver in history. I remember a part though, where he crashed and went over a main pipeline so water was gashing out from everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ohh the cops though, they arrived in seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Okay, okay, so it was a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It turned pretty explicit though. That's all I'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I woke up at 10.21 earlier. Felt so fucking stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Still kinda feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BLEHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1906285655203394679?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1906285655203394679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-weird-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1906285655203394679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1906285655203394679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-weird-dream.html' title='some weird dream.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-1576091755577342894</id><published>2009-07-11T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:00:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i should't have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I walked the streets of Dhoby Ghaut/Bugis last night alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was after the dinner with Seetee and Tuty. It was good. I ordered a burger bigger than my face. HAHAHA! Blehh. We dined at Swensens. Compared to all our other outings and dinners, I'd say this was the quietest. For one, I didn't feel so good. Felt that way since I woke up. Thought food would do me good. It just made me feel worse. So, I was pretty quiet. Otherwise...hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I was supposed to meet mad after dinner but she was hanging with a friend so I had some time. I was walking into the Cathay when this lady stopped me. I filled out a survey on God. I know, something you don't hear every day right? I can't quite recall the questions. But she was explaining to me some stuff and I just really wanted to leave cause I felt like I was going to pass out. She invited me to the church she attends and I politely declined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Cathay. Need I say more? hahahaha. Okay, it's not funny. It was a sarcastic laugh I suppose. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then I walked to Bugis cause I knew that's where I'd meet mad. I sat at Starbucks reading Eclipse- I'm reading the Twilight series all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sabrina called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;She's back from Australia and her husband's here with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;She said she's been wanting to talk to me about dom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I was reading your blog and I think you're not ready. Jas, I have a feeling you're going to break his heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I have that same feeling too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Do I love him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Do I like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;So why am I with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I guess, I figured he'd be good for me. I've been a mess since december and I know you don't know. You'd prolly think I'm all happy and all right? Like I've moved on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Just because I'm in a relationship with someone else and no longer with you, it doesn't mean I've moved on. It doesn't mean I don't love you anymore. It doesn't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sabrina's right. I'm not ready. I know that. I knew that. But I let it happen anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Jasmin, why do you always land yourself in situations like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Feels routine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;So what am I going to do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Why'd I get with him in the first place then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;He said the perfect words. The most perfect words anyone could have ever said to me. And I felt something. Truly, I did. But it wasn't love. It wasn't even a crush. It was just something I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And I've come to realize that I can never fall in love with him no matter how hard I try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Because that's what I've been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;But I'm at a point now where I just wanna avoid him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;He didn't do or say anything wrong. Well, he pissed me off the other day but it wasn't a big deal really. I just had to be a bitch. This was just eating me from the insaide I guess. It has been eating me from the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am trying so hard to feel something for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Because he deserves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Because maybe I deserve it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Being with him, it feels like we've been married for ten years and we're at a point where the relationship's dead. Okay, I know that's not how HE feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;But that's just how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I had trouble sleeping last night. When I finally slept, it was four in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Last night maddy and I started an old habit again and we agreed that it's okay so long as it's under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Okay, so I'm in school right now. I'm supposed to be coming up with powerpoint slides. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Time to get to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-1576091755577342894?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1576091755577342894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-i-shouldt-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1576091755577342894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/1576091755577342894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-i-shouldt-have.html' title='maybe i should&apos;t have.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-8908169293118931591</id><published>2009-07-09T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:22:54.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the one week mc.</title><content type='html'>Soooo, today I met the girls- Maddy, Juelz and Wendy, for lunch in celebration of Wendy's and Juelz's birthday. We dined at Sakura, at Republic Poly and all I can say right now is that I am eternally grateful that I haven't sneezed at all.&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't already know, RP has over 100 confirmed cases of swine flu, hence my gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we hitched a ride with Wendy, who called a cab, to Causeway Point.&lt;br /&gt;We met Peggy, said hi, and we LEFTTT.&lt;br /&gt;Thennn, we all came back here to my place. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENNNN!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we watched Russell Peters and videos on dancing and singing, and other stuff on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day, and a good night.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOWWW, my MC ended today.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;PSHTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh, at least I've got something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna be my drive for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659627920718095428-8908169293118931591?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8908169293118931591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-one-week-mc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8908169293118931591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/8908169293118931591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-one-week-mc.html' title='the end of the one week mc.'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-366572696937526693</id><published>2009-07-08T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:07:48.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wendy's twenty. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First up, today's Wendy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So, to Wendy, who doesn't read my blog, who probably DOESN'T EVEN know my blog address and is one of my close friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You've survived twenty years in this damned world and I wish you many more years to come.&lt;br /&gt;As you officially grow a year older, lets hope your parents give you more leeway so you can hang out with mad and I more for as you know, we are nuctornal creatures and we love the night.&lt;br /&gt;And, and, and, also to hoping that you'd be able to go clubbing with us.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least be able to attend one of our MANY sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, okay, be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maddy and I are taking Wendy to a Japanese restaurant, SAKURA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have not been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But I've heard the buffets are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In fact, I've been thinking about sushi since I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whattt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm craving for sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ARGHHHH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OH OH, and Juelz will be coming too! YAY! Her birthday's around the corner too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I went to school today, for approximately two hours- TNS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It wasn't bad, so it was good. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And you didn't call or text me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The only time I heard from you was at 10.32 this morning, apologizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Actually, a part of me's glad you haven't called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe you don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because I don't know what to say either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I talked to John today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yes, that guy I met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The new guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No, I'm not going to have a fling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm not cheating on Dom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And he's not a back-up either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;He's just really great to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's random subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I like random subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So blehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do not judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because we're going to go out to lunch for Wendy's birthday later, I will not be attending the Math lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But, WENDY I'LL DO IT FOR YOU OKAY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also, tomorrow's the last day of my MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll go to school on Thursday, then it's the weekend, for me at least since I don't have classes on Friday. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel so bloody awake right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause I haven't taken my medications yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once I do, I'd prolly snooze off to bed because they're drowsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I should go take them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I should do a lot of things that I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jasmin, you have to stop procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Running away won't make things go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And shut the voices in your head, you know you'll get in trouble if you listen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You'd probably end up dead too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BLEHHHH.&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/659627920718095428-366572696937526693?l=teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/feeds/366572696937526693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/wendys-twenty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/366572696937526693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659627920718095428/posts/default/366572696937526693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajasminveygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/wendys-twenty.html' title='wendy&apos;s twenty. :)'/><author><name>Teresa Jasmin Veygal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890430430364028972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWgu3FizjRg/SoxS9yWzc2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/6fTe6Ihc3Gw/S220/DSC01453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659627920718095428.post-7324384646683953542</id><published>2009-07-06T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:02:18.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was all the things you said, running though my head.</title><content type='html'>I took a long route home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Felt the need to walk. I tried running for a bit but my knees failed me. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;"It will heal. Jas..it will heal."&lt;br /&gt;I keep repeating that to myself now.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a mantra...or a song in my head, playing over and over and over again.&lt;br 
