<?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-37722737</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:10:31.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry milk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116660726680142392</id><published>2006-12-20T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:34:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todat my family and I went to yew tee to eat and to the bank too. Well I wanted roti prata egg and cheese but my dad seriously didn't want to buy for me. Damn. I've been talking about roti prata egg for days already and when finally i get a chance i still cant eat. Oh, I bought 12 x'mas wrapping papers for 1 dollars. Then I met avalyn and her sister at lot 1 to buy the other 3 friends their present. All below $6. But then avalyn's present was more than $10 and I bought it in Oct/Nov. I also finally bought my cd! Actually I only bought it cause I like 1 of the 12 songs. hahas. Who cares - &lt;br /&gt;okay, later going out to eat dinner and tomorrow I'm going with the 4 people for x'mas celebration at watching &lt;em&gt;night at the museum&lt;/em&gt;. Then tml i'm also watching &lt;em&gt;curse of the golden flower&lt;/em&gt; with my family. Still left 1 more show...&lt;em&gt;Eragon&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116660726680142392?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116660726680142392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116660726680142392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116660726680142392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116660726680142392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/12/todat-my-family-and-i-went-to-yew-tee.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116627674841781427</id><published>2006-12-16T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:45:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not going JB !! Actually my father say today we go JB in the evening then I changed until so nice, y'know! Then in the car he kept talking about the fines and troublesome to go to JB. This and that etc. Then in the end never go. So we when to bukit timah there to eat. Grrrrrrr. Now no money to buy any presents. Had to ask my parents persistenly for allowance in advance. So i not sure if can buy your presents !! hahaas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116627674841781427?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116627674841781427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116627674841781427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116627674841781427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116627674841781427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-going-jb-actually-my-father-say.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116593967240251276</id><published>2006-12-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:07:52.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was forced to wake up again. 12+. so early. argh. Then a few seconds after waking up, my friend called me. The 3 of them were already at cck mrt and last minute asked me to go out to bugis. I decided to buy another shirt to wear now since I didnt like my shirt that I was wearing. But then, I also didnt like that new shirt. I think i will be wearing once only. Waste my precious money. Oh yeah, we bought it at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F Women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Nice name right? &lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;... We didnt know it stands for Fox. After walking and walking, I bought myself another nice t-shirt to change. And it comes with free necklance! Love it. Almost broke. Haix. After that, I went to vivo to meet my family. I wanted to go to the cinema top floor to wait for them but then there was some premiere thingy for those important people and stars(?). I finally finished buying my family's present. Excluding my brother's since I don't think he deserves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116593967240251276?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116593967240251276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116593967240251276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116593967240251276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116593967240251276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-forced-to-wake-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116533751000834593</id><published>2006-12-05T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:51:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was suppose to go out with Farah but she was still sick. So we decided to meet up today at 12pm. When I called her at that time, her brother say she was still sleeping. So, about 1 hour later, I called her in the library and she say meet at 2.30pm. So I was like... reading a book while waiting for her for 2 hours and 40 minutes. The 10 minutes was because of that stupid ezlink card of mine! It takes so much effort out of me just to make the machine scan my card! I kept push in and out of the slot and even slgihtly bended my card. So I when to the next machine and after a few times, FINALLY, it scanned. After meeting up, we went to take 188 to habourfront. There was this ChuangYi Bazaar with massive discounts for limited days. I even printed out a map for it. &lt;i&gt;*laughs at myself* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the shuttle bus, AND IT WAS SO EFFING GOOD!! It was like heaven you know that? So COMFORTABLE and AIR-CON. Like we were taking the luxury bus. I kinda bounce on the chair. CAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD!! Finally we reach the bazaar after a &lt;i&gt;slowww&lt;/i&gt; drive round about the building. There were two floors hosting the mangas. The 6th one was for the older books which was like 50cents onwards (depending on which comic). The 7th floor was for the newer one which is 20% discount.&lt;br /&gt;I bought 5 books on the 6th floor and 2 books on the 7th floor. At the 6th floor, I only needed 4 books but it states &lt;br /&gt;"1 book = $1.50"&lt;br /&gt;"5 books = $5"&lt;br /&gt;So I anyhow go find one other book (which must be in the blue range) so that I can pay $5 (5 books) instead of $6 (4 books). At another corner was some quite old books and the pricing is like this "10 books = $5" . What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;So we took the &lt;b&gt;COMFORTABLE&lt;/b&gt; AND &lt;i&gt;AWW SO GOOD!!&lt;/i&gt; shuttle bus back. Wanted to go to tampines but Farah had to go back at 8pm so that she can go out again. So we went to vivo to shop instead. I bought myself a shorts and 1 xmas present for my Dad. It's a book titled "Hugs for Dads". It talks about thanking dads and how fortunate they are then after 1 page on talking about that, there will be this 'reflection' page for the dads to write on their reflections. &lt;i&gt;Hahas. See what a good daughter I am.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My bag is damn heavy. The trains on the way back was overcrowded yet the humans dont bother going into the center. We wanted to go to the pasa malam but she needed to go back so we decided that maybe after she comes back tml, we will go there at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116533751000834593?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116533751000834593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116533751000834593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116533751000834593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116533751000834593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-was-suppose-to-go-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116524241132859253</id><published>2006-12-04T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:29:49.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Avalyn is soooo sad" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/april_month/avalynheart.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how sad Avalyn. I know you are heartbroken. Cry on my shoulder. Or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116524241132859253?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116524241132859253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116524241132859253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116524241132859253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116524241132859253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-sad-avalyn.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116488753953520418</id><published>2006-11-30T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:52:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no insects. no cds. that part of thailand don't sell/eat insects. The cd are not available and 1 of them is in japanese. Got 1 souvenir though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116488753953520418?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116488753953520418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116488753953520418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116488753953520418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116488753953520418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-insects.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116480612883924982</id><published>2006-11-29T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:15:28.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went out to lot 1 with elaineFOO. Before that, we were suppose to meet at south view lrt at 2.30pm. And when i was at the lrt station at 2.30 SHARP, i called her and she come and tell me "oh, i'm still at home." &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SHE IS ALWAYS LIKE THAT. She has been reminding me everyday and today too yet she can come late. =.=   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oH weLL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...  so we went lot 1 to get her J-Star and search for her picture book. But it was not there. So we went to West Mall to search. At the mrt, guess who i saw? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINOSAUR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No I was just kidding. or not. okay, it was avalyn. wearing a purple shirt. and with her mum. She called me and told me not to look behind. hahas. After hunting in wm, (which still was not in stock), we went to Tampines. And yes, we sat for like 1 hour just to reach there and had to explore both shopping malls to no avail. So end up she buy her cd to get revenge on her picture book. After that we buy food. I KNEW SHE WOULD BUY CHICKEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach home about 7.30pm .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116480612883924982?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116480612883924982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116480612883924982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116480612883924982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116480612883924982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-went-out-to-lot-1-with-elainefoo.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116454761100101081</id><published>2006-11-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:26:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fucking computer suddenly had a lot of viruses coming in last night. or early morning(12+am). That explains all the porno pop ups. So I began to worry cause I'm scared that I had to reboot the computer. I waited for hours for the virus scan thingy.The ad-aware that I always use, wasnt that effective since it cant delete the very severe virus. And the other virus thingy need to pay. So in the end I told them that we have to reboot the whole thing. Today we went to who-knows-where to ask the guy to reboot the computer. Since we lost the cd to reboot, we had to buy another one. $150. But she asked for a discount, so he said $150 for everything which is the disc and the service. Nighttime i went for a haircut. Okay, I hated it. Not what I wanted. Too weird and ugly. I must recut myself. can't blame the person. He doesnt know what my heart truly wants. AND AVALYN!! I KNEW IT ! THE CROCKROACH MUST HAVE LAID IT'S EGG(S) IN MY ROOM! cause today my mum saw a nypmh in the plastic bag on my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116454761100101081?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116454761100101081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116454761100101081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116454761100101081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116454761100101081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-fucking-computer-suddenly-had-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116438989683044231</id><published>2006-11-25T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:42:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now it's 1.21am and I have finish doing my simple &lt;em&gt;skin&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, I know the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;borders &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;doesn't suit the picture. But I wanted to have a white background. But I can make it nice, &lt;em&gt;ya&lt;/em&gt; know? But it would be a white background then...argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a preview of what I thought of it w/o white background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/april_month/leokuuupreview.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="530" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/april_month/leokuuupreview.jpg" width="508" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or just click the picture to see a bigger view of it. I just did that preview very fast, so the shape isn't proper. Anyway, what do &lt;em&gt;ya&lt;/em&gt; think? better or just leave it be? haahs. At least &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AVALYN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I don't go blinding other innocent people. kakakaka. jkjk. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH BY THE WAY, he's so effing&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116438989683044231?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116438989683044231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116438989683044231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116438989683044231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116438989683044231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116438372461021908</id><published>2006-11-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:55:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. this is like a daily post. hahas. Today I went out with my block neighbour and my brother to meet my mum at lido. Free tickets to James bond show. Well yeah, you all must be thinking &lt;em&gt;"what the hell? James Bond? Who in this world especially a tennage wanna watch a James Bond show? it's like..like... well you know! "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be sleeping there but it was quite a nice and funny show. I was actually laughing. Okay, if you wanna know how i got free tickets, it's cause my mother's workplace gave all the workers 1 ticket. And some people didn't wanna watch so they pass to my mum. When I went there, there were like...so many effing people queuing up. I thought it would be like so little!! Stupid me. 1 whole building of people that my mum work in. Of course there would be lotsa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116438372461021908?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116438372461021908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116438372461021908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116438372461021908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116438372461021908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116432706884719199</id><published>2006-11-24T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:11:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH!!! FUCK!!! There was a bloody crockroach on my effing bed!!!!! You know how scary that was!?!?! I mean, it was like 1+am and suddenly I heard a freaking flying sound behind. Well it was flying at my bed there so I can't tell if it was crockroach or a stuck bird. So I run to my mother's room and ask her to get rid of it.Who knows if the crockroach planted its eggs here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116432706884719199?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116432706884719199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116432706884719199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116432706884719199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116432706884719199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahh-fuck-there-was-bloody-crockroach.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116428835621753030</id><published>2006-11-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:25:56.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harh harh. Timothy left already. To thailand with his friends. I told him my x'mas list already. I still got till 29 or 30 november to add on. Still thinking of other games and dvds.... oH weLL. Can't wait till he comes back!! But this 7 days, I must think of a present for him. hmm.... can't think. I DONT KNOW what guys like. I can't games since he can buy it there for like...$2. =.=&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I told him to buy those dead insects! A packet too! Well yeah, I wanna try. Avalyn.. I don't know if they have giants dead ants anot.. just tag me if you want me to ask him to buy for you. hahahaaahs&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I can get the insects before the bbq,  then I can bring it there and share with everyone!! YEAH! Since I'm quite generous. He says it tastes crunchy. Just like potato chips. And when I ask him to heat up before meeting me, he tells me "potato chips need to heat up?"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;okay. bye bye now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116428835621753030?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116428835621753030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116428835621753030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116428835621753030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116428835621753030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/harh-harh.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116420472536241599</id><published>2006-11-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:12:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd post</title><content type='html'>Anyone notice the pictures? Next to the snowman is the urinas. hahas. These pictures were token when I went to vivo.  And so my holidays is just to stay home and play my final fantasy 12... now I am staying home more and going out less. Why? I want to play games. But that is not all. I need to save my effing money or I cant buy these hooligans their prezzies.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND AVALYN&lt;/span&gt;, no buying 1 prezzie only. Must buy buy each peeps 1 prezzie. okays, tomorrow going to buy my brother's books. Then saturday going to buy my books. Make sure none of you monsters come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116420472536241599?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116420472536241599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116420472536241599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116420472536241599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116420472536241599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/3rd-post.html' title='3rd post'/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116408862095116109</id><published>2006-11-21T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:37:56.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rules: &lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italise &lt;/em&gt;the statements that you WISH are true. Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss somebody right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont watch TV these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt; (when needed to wear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana. (nah. I rather save my almost healthy body)&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes. &lt;/strong&gt;(well you can't help it right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;/em&gt; (well you know....girls have to protect themselves...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/strong&gt; ( then what? stupid?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt; (who doesnt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I CAN talk really,really fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt; (i got 2 ya know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way i look. (i always change my hairstyle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings. (just a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt; (quite lousy at stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone. ( lazy larh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop. Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop than eat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/em&gt; (must not be sinful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer. (i want to do hiphop larh!!ahahah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt; (i call it handphone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis. (sometimes due to playing games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. ( i wanna be drunk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future. (eh. i dont want to carry a heavy load in my stomach for 9 months)&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/strong&gt; ( i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie. (never watch before and dont care)&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup. (dont like makeup)&lt;br /&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream. (i dont dream that far)&lt;br /&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/strong&gt; (only to eat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3&lt;3&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have &lt;u&gt;ridden&lt;/u&gt;/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt; (sometimes. which is scolding people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only clean my room when necessary. (i dont bother to do such imbecile stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex. (no. i think its the other way round)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakaakakaaakakaka. finally done. now i go off to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116408862095116109?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116408862095116109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116408862095116109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116408862095116109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116408862095116109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/rules-bold-statements-that-are-true-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37722737.post-116408107852656355</id><published>2006-11-21T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:51:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>burp larh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37722737-116408107852656355?l=freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/116408107852656355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37722737&amp;postID=116408107852656355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116408107852656355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37722737/posts/default/116408107852656355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpinkmilk.blogspot.com/2006/11/burp-larh.html' title=''/><author><name>~*april*~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
