<?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-7462048259597996798</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:09:47.222+08:00</updated><category term='my BABIES'/><title type='text'>Sweet Cyanide</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AP</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>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462048259597996798.post-3076337477907382557</id><published>2008-06-25T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:19:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey bitches! I've snuck out of this blog while you weren't looking (I'm a NINJA!) and moved into &lt;a href="http://thy-morphine-kiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;another one&lt;/a&gt;. It wasn't hard, nobody comes here anymore. Hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3076337477907382557?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3076337477907382557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3076337477907382557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3076337477907382557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3076337477907382557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-bitches-ive-snuck-out-of-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-7914928743383888343</id><published>2008-06-24T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:41:41.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to describe music with words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't turn out too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-7914928743383888343?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/7914928743383888343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=7914928743383888343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7914928743383888343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7914928743383888343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-tried-to-describe-music-with-words.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8925200391870746653</id><published>2008-06-22T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:07:51.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about pencil sharpeners a lot lately. You know, those automatic ones... they just seem to come to life when you jab a pencil in. That kinda &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grinding &lt;/span&gt;noise. Then I start thinking about woodchippers. You know. You stick a tree limb or tree trunk inside and it comes out as woodchips. Imagine if you stuck someone in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8925200391870746653?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8925200391870746653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8925200391870746653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8925200391870746653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8925200391870746653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-thinking-about-pencil.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-6642335344245305661</id><published>2008-06-22T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:58:20.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE ARE THIS CLOSE TO BEING THROUGH. I'VE ABOUT HAD IT WITH YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-6642335344245305661?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/6642335344245305661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=6642335344245305661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6642335344245305661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6642335344245305661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-this-close-to-being-through.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5483985270375621344</id><published>2008-06-21T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:18:23.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SFz-L3g1fnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/frX_HzkXzPc/s1600-h/Kate-Voegele-kate-voegele-828523_440_660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SFz-L3g1fnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/frX_HzkXzPc/s320/Kate-Voegele-kate-voegele-828523_440_660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214321948421881458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KATE VOEGELE! Is she not gorgeous? Isn't she? Her voice is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing. &lt;/span&gt;Her voice makes me melt inside and turn into a gloopy mess. And her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lips. &lt;/span&gt;Oh God, her lips! *swoon*Plus, she plays the guitar, which is always sexy. (Almost always, I can think of a few exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D She played Mia on One Tree Hill, this shy musician. Hoho. Turns out she's not shy (at all) in real life. I can't get over her lips though. Her oh-so-gorgeous lips. And her voice, of course. But her LIPS. Okay, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZY7lQx79J3A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZY7lQx79J3A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! *faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5483985270375621344?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5483985270375621344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5483985270375621344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462048259597996798.post-8489682827602174565</id><published>2008-06-21T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:14:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One night I dreamt that I was walking along the beach with God.&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from my life.&lt;br /&gt;For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;One belonged to me, and the other to God.&lt;br /&gt;But I noticed something strange.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that many times along the path of my life,&lt;br /&gt;There was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that it happened at the hardest times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "God, I have noticed that during the most difficult times of my life,&lt;br /&gt;There is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why, when I needed you the most,&lt;br /&gt;You would leave me&lt;br /&gt;God replied, "I didn't leave you.&lt;br /&gt;During your times of trial and suffering,&lt;br /&gt;When you see only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;That was when I carried you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I said to God, "You carried me?&lt;br /&gt;What the f*ck are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;My dog died.&lt;br /&gt;My sister got killed in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe instead of carrying me,&lt;br /&gt;You could have stopped these bad things from happening at all.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think of that, you f*cking prick?"&lt;br /&gt;And God replied, "You stupid Human, do not question the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I f*ck with you and then I carry you.&lt;br /&gt;It was just something that I enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like it, you can just go to Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Davymid on I-am-bored.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8489682827602174565?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8489682827602174565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8489682827602174565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8489682827602174565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8489682827602174565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-night-i-dreamt-that-i-was-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-6387042971257722043</id><published>2008-06-21T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:44:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're just so sexy when you bleed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-6387042971257722043?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/6387042971257722043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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hum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-7432520219435996190?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/7432520219435996190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=7432520219435996190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7432520219435996190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7432520219435996190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/ho-hum.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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I was in love the moment I saw her sleek figure, the moment I held her in my arms.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was beautiful. Her wonderfully curvy body, her long, slim neck. I could barely take my eyes off her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So seductive, she was. So deceptively silent as she lay in the plush bedding. She was the very picture of innocence. I knew I would make her scream. I would take her to my room, I would play her hard - and she would scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And scream she did. What a scream it was. My heart was racing, feeling her hard body against mine, my hand on her neck, both of us tangled in cables. It was ecstasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till now she stands in my room, safely in her case in the corner. My first electric guitar, Lightning. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-4914547938911764818?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/4914547938911764818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=4914547938911764818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4914547938911764818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4914547938911764818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-literally-love-at-first-sight.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-6555218143577329657</id><published>2008-06-14T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:53:00.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a tattoo of a transmutation circle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-6555218143577329657?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/6555218143577329657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=6555218143577329657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6555218143577329657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6555218143577329657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-tattoo-of-transmutation-circle.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-6486249753924495012</id><published>2008-06-14T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:33:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got The Shining! That Stephen King novel. :D I'm so afraid to open it too wide in case the book spine gets creases. I can't bear to do that to a brand-new book. Of course, I'm not going to be as careful the second time I read it, but for now it's staying crease-free. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I ran into Mr Ali at Popular, where I got THE SHINING! WOOO! Yeah anyway, he took a while to remember who I was. Eheh. Bit awkward. My aunt was wondering why I was talking to a "handsome indian guy". He hasn't changed a bit, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is totally dying. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dying.&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/7462048259597996798-6486249753924495012?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/6486249753924495012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=6486249753924495012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6486249753924495012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6486249753924495012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-shining-that-stephen-king-novel.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-1890253641525523401</id><published>2008-06-09T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:59:30.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*stabs tuition homework* &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HOW THE HELL CAN ANYONE FINISH 45 PAGES IN 4 DAYS?!!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-1890253641525523401?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/1890253641525523401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=1890253641525523401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1890253641525523401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1890253641525523401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/stabs-tuition-homework-how-hell-can.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-2901652588423961043</id><published>2008-06-05T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:31:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must be really bored today. This is like my third post today. I've been thinking about silly stuff in songs. And I mentally compiled a list of them. So I'm gonna post it on here. Heheh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My List of Stupid Shit in Songs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Crank Dat - Soulja Boy&lt;/span&gt;. I'd tap out a few exceptionally stupid lines, but the whole damn song is so DUMB. This is probably the stupidest song I've ever heard, nursery rhymes excluded. I want a shirt that says "I Hate Soulja Boy". He lowers my IQ. Geck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Whenever, Wherever - Shakira&lt;/span&gt;. I love Shakira and all, but some parts of this are really dumb. For example, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lucky that my breasts are small and humble, so you don't confuse them with mountains&lt;/span&gt;". I've never confused Pamela Anderson's breasts with mountains. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SOS - Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;. Besides the fact that they suck balls live, this song is catchy crap. Not in a good way. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Cause hugs are over-rated just FYI&lt;/span&gt;". Seriously? FYI? First of all, guys should never say that. Second of all, NOBODY should say that. It stinks of "abbreviating words cuz it's so cool!". What, is it supposed to cater to the tween crowd? I suppose it's working, judging by your fanbase. FYI. Pffffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's Not Over - Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;. 1 sentence into the song and it's already excessively emo and dumb. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;My tears run down like razor blades&lt;/span&gt;." Awesome. You cry razor blades. I'm sure that must tear up your tear ducts. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And no, I'm not the one to blame, it's you... or is it me?&lt;/span&gt;" Sooo first you say that you're NOT the one to blame - then suddenly you're unsure? Good god, man, get a grip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hot - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;. Really. I love the song, it's catchy, but have you listened to the lyrics? "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I wanna drive you into the corner, and kiss you without a sound&lt;/span&gt;". How do you kiss without a sound? Share your secret, Avril! "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Now you're in, and you can't get out&lt;/span&gt;". My god! What kind of monstrous cunt is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;La La - Ashlee Simpson&lt;/span&gt;. This would be a very good song to have sex to. But otherwise? "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You make me wanna la la, in the kitchen on the floor&lt;/span&gt;"... does that include getting kinky with veggies? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Tutti Frutti Summer Love - Gunther and the Sunshine Girls&lt;/span&gt;. I love this song. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not even being sarcastic. The video is awesome too. Very fun watching the girls. Not very pretty, but very nice to watch. x) "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Honey, you're so cute. This is the land of forbidden fruit&lt;/span&gt;." It's just... so awkward. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Bananas, melonas, yeah - it's a hot hot summer love, mm&lt;/span&gt;." "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So come and take your chance.. and do the naked dance.&lt;/span&gt;" Need I say more? To get the full effect of its awesomeness, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-msE33erCs"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. Warning - inappropiate for young children, prudes and do NOT watch this with parents around. It's like softcore porn. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; YAHHH - Soulja Boy&lt;/span&gt;. I don't even know what this song is made of. I just hear a lot of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"YAHH TRIC YAHH ASDGFDSAPDIEDMAINSDAS GET OUT MY FACE GET OUT MY FACE GET OUT MY FACE&lt;/span&gt;" What the FUCK is this? Face doesn't even sound like face, it's like "GET OUT MY FAY GET OUT MY FAY!" Who's Fay? You're blind deaf and retarded girlfriend? Eugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Say My Name - Destiny's Child&lt;/span&gt;. That's all very well, but damn, woman, what IS your name? We don't know your name! Or since there's three of you, do we say all three of your names? What a mouthful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Crawling - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;. "Crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal". Is that like in The Mummy? With the scorpions crawling in peoples' skin? Maybe I'm a little bias here, because I despise Linkin Park. Their songs all sound the same! Scream scream sing rap scream sing rap rap? THIS crap gets played on the radio and MTV over and over again while great bands like the Goo Goo Dolls and Vertical Horizon don't get the recognition they deserve? Rrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol, I'm done here. That sure took a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-2901652588423961043?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/2901652588423961043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=2901652588423961043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2901652588423961043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2901652588423961043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-must-be-really-bored-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3535815168223031606</id><published>2008-06-05T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:06:52.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And since I'm already doing quizzes, I yanked this one from my dear cousin's blog. x)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the question.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;That's What You Get - Paramore [Is that good? Bad?]&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Enter Sandman - Metallica [Eh, great, I'll be eaten by the beasts under my bed before I get far in life.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Almost - Bowling For Soup [I almost got drunk at school at 14, where I almost made out with the homecoming queen? And I aaaaalmost haaad youuu..]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Layla - Eric Clapton [LOL. I'm gonna go out and look for a Layla.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Stand By Me - Oasis (NOT ARCHULETA) [Cool, ahah.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe - Secondhand Serenade [I don't know the lyrics to that one!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Emergency - Paramore [Halfway through Math class... "SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE, HE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!"]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Harder Everyday - Ashlee Simpson [ O-O ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Over - Secondhand Serenade [ LOOOL. Class video song, sweet.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song will they play during your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Matter - Akon [OI!!! D:&lt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How does the world see you in?&lt;br /&gt;Undiscovered - Ashlee Simpson [I have a chance!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;We Are Broken - Paramore [Lol! How optimistic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen [Heee. Okay then.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Rebel Yell - Toby Rand [In the midnight hour, she cried "more, more, more!" What, so I dedicate my life to pleasuring girls? Sweet. I can start with Michelle. ;D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Cloud 9 - Evanescence [LOL?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;Blind - Lifehouse [ LOOOOOOL!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What does your mum think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye To You - Michelle Branch [ ): ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;When You Cry - Vertical Horizon [??? It only hurts when you cry, I'm only sad when there's tears in your eyes??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;So Cold - Breaking Benjamin [ Hoho.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;Objection (Tango) - Shakira [YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What song will be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne [ LOOOOL!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If I told you to go to the quiz on my blog, i meant the one BELOW this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3535815168223031606?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3535815168223031606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3535815168223031606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3535815168223031606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3535815168223031606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-since-im-already-doing-quizzes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-1535345383896374772</id><published>2008-06-05T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:41:36.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gryffindor tagged me to do TWO quizzes. Shit? Okay, first one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 Random Facts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm listening to Crazy by Aerosmith - the one with Liz Tyler in the music video. Mmm. Though it's a bit scary to get your daughter (very hot daughter) to be in your music video doing all kinds of suggestive things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm madly in love with Michelle. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm drinking water out of an oversized mug that I got out of the souvenir shop of the wax museum in London and man is this a gigantic run-on sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm currently reading a Harry Potter fanfiction called Looking for Magic, and it's a SS/HG (Severus Snape/Hermione Granger). Surprisingly, it's very good. Although that pairing usually really squicks me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Supposed to be tidying up my room now but I don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Having a massive craving for Chilli Crab cup noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. 10 is a really big number and I'm running out of random facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Know what's another really big number? 53. The chapter I'm at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My mind has been marinating in the gutter for the past few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. WOO! NUMBER 10! I'M DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People to do the damn quiz - Squishy, Unsquishy, Jellybutt, Slut&lt;33,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who are you chatting with now?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, Rachel, I guess. Nobody else is talking. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;A Gibson SG Standard, hee. Fat chance. Or an iPod touch. Or just an iPod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What will you be doing at 6pm?&lt;br /&gt;Slacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Rarely. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What color is your bedroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chestnut. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What impossible things would you wish to do?&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, to be a guy without all those crazy hormone injections and operations here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Naw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What if your crush asked you out?&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOL. RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Blackened from kayaking. ): Although I suppose it doesn't look &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;I should, but I don't. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What're ya lookin' forward to in the coming weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I don't know. Slacking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) The most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Who do you hope to be always there for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. == Things change. Rapidly. How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;Often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you love yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I love Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) The craziest thing(s) you ever did.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Um. I don't know. I'm not a very crazy person. Possibly actually participating in the mass dance at Prefect's camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What is your greatest wish?&lt;br /&gt;To spend eternity with Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)What do you want to do now?&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle up with Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question on the above and replace it with your own.&lt;br /&gt;List them out at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;Notify em' in their chatbox that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: Everyone who reads this. I can't be bothered to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-1535345383896374772?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/1535345383896374772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=1535345383896374772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1535345383896374772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1535345383896374772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/gryffindor-tagged-me-to-do-two-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5643469101648767830</id><published>2008-06-02T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:44:14.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard a cover song without having actually heard the original, and when you do, you think "Jeez, so-and-so's version was so much better..."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example, of course, is Cookie's "Always be my baby". I looked for the original thinking it would be alike, maybe a lot higher, but about the same. Man, was I ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong. &lt;/span&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;like Cookie's cover. It was a lot faster, a lot happier-sounding. Come to think of it, it's a very optimistic song, maybe a bit deluded, but David Cook just makes it sound so... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one was a cover of Sean Kingston's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwMPFc3eNQk"&gt;"Take you there"&lt;/a&gt;, by Alejandro (I'm so naming my kid that! Awesome!) Manzano of Boyce Avenue. No, seriously. It's an acoustic version. I think it's better than the original, but I don't like... that kind of music. What's it called anyway? It's not rap, which is what I associate black guys with. It's not really pop, is it? What with all the references to the slums? I am so confused. I seek enlightenment - in the form of Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia says it's Pop/Reggae. So what is it?! Pop? Or reggae? Pop-reggae? Like pop-rock? Why isn't it called rock-pop? Rock is clearly the superior genre! Pop is like the puppy to the wolf rock is! HEIL ROCK! ROCK IS THE SEX! THE ONE AND ONLY SEX! Pop is... um, sloppy french kissing. Especially mainstream pop. Retarded teenagers all obsessed with it. BUT THE AWESOME PEOPLE LISTEN TO ROCK! Not that I'm encouraging people to have sex! Whoooo, awkward. Yeeeeah. Sooo. Don't have sex people. It's a dirty, dirty thing and you'll go to  hell. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX!: Always Be My Baby - (SEXY!) David Cook (ROCK!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5643469101648767830?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5643469101648767830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5643469101648767830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5643469101648767830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5643469101648767830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-ever-heard-cover-song-without.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5513292107915422112</id><published>2008-06-01T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:05:37.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of our 1-star (how pathetic) kayaking course. Woo! Everything's still tilting. Yikes. Kayaking in the sea is pretty damn terrifying, IMO. As you probably know, I CAN'T SWIM. WHAT WAS I THINKING GOING FOR THE COURSE?! Of course, we were wearing buoyancy vests, but that doesn't make it any less terrifying, especially when when capsizing. You totally lose your sense of direction upside-down. Yeesh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally black now. Lol. I've never been so tanned in my life. The contrast between my hands and my white Mac makes me wanna laugh. And my skin hurts. I think it's the bits of fiberglass from the kayak but I can't be sure. It's annoying though. Prickle prickle prickle pickle prickle. Pickle. Calamari. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY WON'T EVERYTHING STOP LURCHING. I'M GETTING SEASICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5513292107915422112?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5513292107915422112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5513292107915422112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5513292107915422112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5513292107915422112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-last-day-of-our-1-star-how.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5094816446200803481</id><published>2008-05-28T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:54:44.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there was Science today. KRYSTAL told me it was at 8. It was really at 9 30. So within that 1 and a half hours, Ginni, Elaine and I went to sit around at McDonalds and have breakfast. First calorie-laden meal of the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked back to school for Science. Though we had almost half an hour to spare. Arm-wrestling HURTS, and Ginni turns out to be a lot stronger than she looks. We were talking about... boobs? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty much molesting Michelle all through the science lesson. &gt;D And asking the two girls behind me to marry me. Lol. Hung around after the lesson for ages just to see Louise's new haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after waiting for HOURS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT SUCKS. LOOOOL. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING. XDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah so went home and got nagged at soon after. Went home and had my second calore-laden meal of the day, three slices of pizza and a can of Pepsi. I skipped dinner, but now I'm RAVENOUS, so I've got Chilli Crab cup noodles and a big mug of coke. x) I'm so not eating tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Prefect's camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5094816446200803481?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5094816446200803481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5094816446200803481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5094816446200803481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5094816446200803481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-there-was-science-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5172088960088061198</id><published>2008-05-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:08:15.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="www.wouldjesusdiscriminate.com"&gt;www.wouldjesusdiscriminate.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5172088960088061198?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5172088960088061198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5172088960088061198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5172088960088061198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5172088960088061198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/www.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8482161768223477687</id><published>2008-05-27T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:35:16.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subject&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  CA1&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;SA1&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Combined&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Grade&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;72.8&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;76.8&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;75.5&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;                 VR&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;38.3&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;29.0&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;32.1&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;F9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science         &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;74.4&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;80.5&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;78.5&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;81.5&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;84.0&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;83.2&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;74.4&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;88.0&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;83.5&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literature     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;66.7&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;66.7&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HomeEc&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;74.0&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;61.9&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;65.5&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total: 485.0/700&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;L1R4 Aggregate: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percentage: 69.3 (lol 69)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;L1R5 Aggregate: 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class position: 10/28&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Attendance: 90/93&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results: Passed&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Conduct: VERY GOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight for Height Indicator: Acceptable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remarks: Andrea has done relatively well this semester. She should strive to maintain her good results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See mom. GOOD RESULTS. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: Sorry for the mess. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8482161768223477687?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8482161768223477687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8482161768223477687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8482161768223477687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8482161768223477687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/subject-ca1-sa1-combined-grade-english.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5936359596929032776</id><published>2008-05-27T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:07:12.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. I got 'tagged' again, by ALISSA. Quiz-fever going around!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rules: think of 20 people you can think of now, dont read the questions until you have name the 20 person then choose 5 to play it. (note: name must be put as one boy one girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#01 Joshua &lt;br /&gt;#02 Unsquishy &lt;br /&gt;#03 Ulric (sp?!) &lt;br /&gt;#04 Michelle &lt;br /&gt;#05 Short Andy &lt;br /&gt;#06 Iva &lt;br /&gt;#07 Cher Yang &lt;br /&gt;#08 Ili&lt;br /&gt;#09 Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;#10 Chun Ting &lt;br /&gt;#11 Cher Yang &lt;br /&gt;#12 Louise &lt;br /&gt;#13 Ryan (geisha boy!) &lt;br /&gt;#14 Khia Lynn &lt;br /&gt;#15 Nicholas &lt;br /&gt;#16 Josephine&lt;br /&gt;#17 *running out of names* Err, Samuel? &lt;br /&gt;#18 Wanling &lt;br /&gt;#19 Garrett&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#20 Shaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you meet 14? (Khia Lynn)&lt;br /&gt;She was in my class in P6. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do if you dont meet 1? (Joshua)&lt;br /&gt;Err. Lol. I dunno, maybe he'd still be super-antisocial with a fetish for scissors?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if 9 and 20 dated? (Lincoln, Shaz)&lt;br /&gt;LMAOOO. They don't know each other. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3. (Ulric)&lt;br /&gt;Omg so annoying. Keeps trying to tell me how to play Silent Hill, and Family Guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 8 attracting? (Ili)&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes. (surely you mean "attractive"? =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 7. (Cher Yang)&lt;br /&gt;Super smart. =| Does a good Kenny Pereira impersonation. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know any 12's family member? (Louise)&lt;br /&gt;I saw a pig in the zoo once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 18 broke up? (Wanling)&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? I don't know. =| Give her chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 15 speak? (Nicholas)&lt;br /&gt;Um, English, Mandarin, and horny bastard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with? (Lincoln)&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16? (Josephine)&lt;br /&gt;14. Oldie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you speak to 13? (Geisha boy)&lt;br /&gt;Probably in P6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2 favourite singer/band? (Unsquishy)&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior and MCR. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever like 4? (Michelle)&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH HERRRR. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever date 1? (Joshua)&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 19 single? (Garrett)&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Probably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's last name? (Chunting)&lt;br /&gt;Yen, you creepy stalker quiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever in a relationship with 11? (Cher Yang)&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I think I'm taller than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the school of 3? (Ulric)&lt;br /&gt;Um, River Valley Primary School? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do 6 live? (Iva)&lt;br /&gt;Um, I dunno. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite thing about 5. (Andy)&lt;br /&gt;Umm. x) I dunno. He's amusing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 People ;D -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1, 2, 3. Squishy gang wahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Gryffindor ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Priscella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5936359596929032776?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5936359596929032776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5936359596929032776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5936359596929032776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5936359596929032776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5882972112817682662</id><published>2008-05-26T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:15:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gryffindor tagged me. =x&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) Do you wish to do this test?&lt;br /&gt;- Er, not really? I'm watching One Tree Hill. ):&lt;br /&gt;2) Who is more important to you? Friends or boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- Friends.&lt;br /&gt;3) Who is the person I trust most?&lt;br /&gt;- Sasha, my bear.&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends?&lt;br /&gt;5) How many pets do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- 2.&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;- I've never seen a rainbow. ): Oh, wait, I just realised it was figurative. I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;7) What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have a goal.&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;9) Have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;- I hope not?&lt;br /&gt;10) What feeling you love most?&lt;br /&gt;- That feeling you get inside when you're listening to a great song. Indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;11) What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;- Be sure.&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you think you are irritating?&lt;br /&gt;- Like when I'm molesting Michelle? &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;13) Are you lame?&lt;br /&gt;- Often.&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Love. (See question 13)&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you love anime?&lt;br /&gt;- Only Fullmetal Alchemist.&lt;br /&gt;16) Describe the person who tagged me in 5 words?&lt;br /&gt;- Classmate from another house, Gryffindor. :D&lt;br /&gt;17) What have you done to please yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- Ew. I totally read that the wrong way. Um, I don't know. I can't stop reading that the wrong way! Okay, um. Augh. Er. Draw?!&lt;br /&gt;18) If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;- December 17th 2006.&lt;br /&gt;19) Name one person you are madly in love with.&lt;br /&gt;- Michelle Zhu ;D&lt;br /&gt;20) If you were tea, what kind would you be?&lt;br /&gt;- Lol, Lipton Yellow Label tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from above and add in your personal question. make a total of 20 questions and tag 8 ppl. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they have been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessing from all. :D&lt;br /&gt;1. Unsquishy!&lt;br /&gt;2. Jellybutt!&lt;br /&gt;3. Squishy!&lt;br /&gt;4. Slut!&lt;br /&gt;5. Sugarbunny!&lt;br /&gt;6. Molesting! (Cause her blog is seriously dying)&lt;br /&gt;7. Stella aka... Steve?&lt;br /&gt;8. Caren!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used a total of TWO real names. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5882972112817682662?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5882972112817682662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5882972112817682662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5882972112817682662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5882972112817682662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/gryffindor-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-7763408698363567199</id><published>2008-05-24T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:34:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's unbelievably hard getting presents! Of course, most people give girls soft toys, but how boring is that? They collect dust and make you sneeze. ): Birthday cards are so much easier. I just finished doing Michelle and Shazwani's cheapo-black-sketchbook-paper-folded-in-half-and-drawn-on-with-gold-and-silver-marker cards. Lol. Hey, it's the thought that counts, right?! I would rather receive a handmade card (cheap as it may be) that actually has had some effort put into than a store-bought card with "Happy Birthday!" written in. But that's just me, don't know about the two of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so, I've nothing to say. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-7763408698363567199?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/7763408698363567199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=7763408698363567199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7763408698363567199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7763408698363567199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-unbelievably-hard-getting-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8009886806670680960</id><published>2008-05-23T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:51:43.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) Guts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8009886806670680960?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8009886806670680960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8009886806670680960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8009886806670680960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8009886806670680960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/guts.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-4664185388083810356</id><published>2008-05-22T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:45:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo Mdm Prema wanted to see Guanki and I after school today, 1 30 outside the HOD room. That's scary stuff right there. So after school I headed straight for the HOD room (walked past the sec 4 classes but didn't see anything). We waited for a while but she didn't turn up, so I went to the general office and said I was looking for her. The lady at the counter said she was in the canteen, so we + Bing went to look for her, in the canteen. She was having lunch. Lol, was slightly annoyed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop wasting my time, I HAVE FRENCH CLASS AND I WANT TO WATCH AMERICAN IDOL! &lt;/span&gt;Aha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she came and said she'd speak to me first so Guanki sat nearby. Long story short, my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attitude &lt;/span&gt;is the main thing. Towards teachers I suppose. She said that whoever walks through the classroom door, I jolly well give the due respect. I don't know if she was talking about Ruhaiza or Ong. For Ruhaiza, I honestly felt I wasn't to blame and sometimes she just misunderstands what I'm trying to say. x) As for Ms Ong, I really have no excuse. She is a horrible teacher though. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she went on to say something about my English (??) and that I have to be humble (...?!) and that I'm arrogant (?!@#$@!@#%#@?~!??!). Am I arrogant? Yikes. I hate arrogant people. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll have to watch myself from now on, one more complaint and I'm axed. Hee. Maybe it's a good thing, never been so stressed in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing, I asked this SO BADASS GANGSTER dude to put back his plate (I was trying my best to nag, I swear), and he was all "dowwan leh?". What amuses me is that he was so much shorter than me. Am I supposed to be scared? Sure, if you had a whole gang after me, I'd be pretty scared, but as it is, one tiny little guy, glaring up at me? Lol, think again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. :D Peace out people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-4664185388083810356?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/4664185388083810356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=4664185388083810356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4664185388083810356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4664185388083810356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/sooo-mdm-prema-wanted-to-see-guanki-and.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3641653110040480034</id><published>2008-05-21T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:35:29.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really have a reason to stay without you. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3641653110040480034?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3641653110040480034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3641653110040480034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3641653110040480034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3641653110040480034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-really-have-reason-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8172042783680124480</id><published>2008-05-20T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:57:39.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over You &lt;/span&gt;by Daughtry?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just thinking about it. Hee, it could be our song. "I never saw it coming, I should've started running a long, long time ago." God, I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so blind. &lt;/span&gt;"And I never thought I'd doubt you, I'm better off without you, more than you, more than you know." Less drama when you're gone, love. "Now I'm picking up the pieces and spending all of these years putting my heart back together." Didn't really take more than a few months, hey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect &lt;/span&gt;for us. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that it's all said and done, I can't believe you were the one to build me up and tear me down. &lt;/span&gt;You did exactly that, my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut, a lot of others opened up, so did my eyes so I can see that you never were the best for me. &lt;/span&gt;I feel quite the fool now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you said when you left, just left me cold and out of breath. &lt;/span&gt;It did, lol. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Except yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause the day I thought I'd never get through, I got over you. &lt;/span&gt;I got over you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8172042783680124480?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8172042783680124480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8172042783680124480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8172042783680124480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8172042783680124480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-over-you-by-daughtry-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5418908159327086774</id><published>2008-05-19T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:05:31.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey bitches! I was going to blog about trends but Slut beat me to it. So I'll just blog about my weekend, cause I, unlike Slut, did not stay home. Ehehehe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, so I just got back home. Been staying with my cousin for the past couple of days. ;D Fun people. Rock on man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo. Saturday. Went to Squishy's house like 12 plus. Hahah. They just woke up when I arrived. And I forgot to close the gate properly. (Plot point, take note!) Then Unsquishy arrived. Angel the scaryyy dog opened the gate and literally chased Unsquishy down the corridor. I couldn't stop laughing man, so funny. Felt kinda mean but it was funny! D: Jellybutt's DS was making weird noises. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we ordered pizza. Aha. I felt like we were ordering whores man! The pizza was called Anna and Pamela. Anna was tasty. :D Very thin, though. Ordered Augusto too. =x Smoked salmon and honeydew. Kinda gross, lol. It was like, 52 bucks? =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z216/felililili/squishy4.jpg" width="293" height="232" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we got hungry again (thin pizza!) and went to Ikea. :D Turned out we didn't really eat there, but Squishy bought lightbulbs and I sat on chairs. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z216/felililili/squishy18.jpg" width="293" height="232" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, so retarded. I was hugging the fluffy sheepskins. Oh god.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Anchorpoint instead to eat Subway! :D Jellybutt was all "Subway, eat stale". I prefer "Subway, eat flesh" myself. She doesn't know how to order so I ordered for her, hee. Unsquishy ate cucumber. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z216/felililili/squishy20.jpg" width="293" height="232" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squishy. x) Isn't she cute? Isn't she? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z216/felililili/squishy25.jpg" width="293" height="232" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. The way she eats cookies. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extremely full afterwards but we went to Holland V's Haagen Dazs for fondue anyway. The cabby was super nice! So chatty. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z216/felililili/squishy27.jpg" width="293" height="232" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dripped chocolate onto my white shirt, rar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went back to Squishy's place and played Cooking Mama (LOL!) until Unsquishy realized we shoulda been on our way to Holland Close like 15 minutes ago. Hee. Her friend was telling stories about OBS. Very amusing. My mom brought my clothes due to my last-minute decision to stay over at Unsquishy's place :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah then went back to her place. I had to pee real bad but I didn't, till we got to her place, cause I can't pee in strangers' houses. Eep. Stayed up watching animations (CHOCOLATEMAN!) till like 2 30?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to Squishy's place again the next day. Went to Tiong and bought Burger King + gelato + bread flour + super glue + balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN we went to Squishy's place. Ate Burger King then played with flour. xD We were trying to make those balloons with flour in them. It's a lot harder than it looks, okay! My area was the flouriest. xD Then we used the remaining flour to make dough. Which was just flour+water hahahah. Then we microwaved it. Lol. Gross. So fun, I felt like a little kid. =3 People need to have more fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for dinner. Jack's Place, courtesy of Unsquishy's dad. Mine and Jellybutt's steak was on fire! Cool :D And Unsquishy tried escargots! Hee! So did Jellybutt, though I'm not sure if it was her first time. I dropped my escargot into my glass of iced lemon tea. O-O So gross lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went back to Squishy's place. Stayed for a while then went back to Unsquishy's place. I stayed over again, hee. She asked her friend ("tall" guy) to send us back cause it was dark. LOL, he pretended not to know how to walk back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaand today didn't do much, mucked around. Hot weather, argh. Sooo, signing off now. Peace out man. Rock on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5418908159327086774?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5418908159327086774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5418908159327086774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5418908159327086774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5418908159327086774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-bitches-i-was-going-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-7400878023435650640</id><published>2008-05-16T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:13:52.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's FRIDAY, baby! You know what that means? I don't know either! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha. So I got back Math Paper 1 today. Shan't post my marks cause they suck. When I say "suck", I don't mean "not an A1". I mean "SUCK". Unlike other people who can get 30+ and think it sucks. Jeez. I'm disappointed when I don't get high marks for science, but I don't think it SUCKS. Annoying people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there was no CCA today. Sad. Not that the sec 4s are coming back anyway. Even sadder. St Johns had CCA, though. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since there was no CCA, Eva and I went to Lot 1 and were pretty much talking about Louise all through lunch. XD Mainly all the pervy things Louise says. Like when she asked me if I had a dick. Or if my boobs were fake. And how she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gropes &lt;/span&gt;everyone, including Eva, man. What a dick. Louise, not Eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Eva spent 10 minutes picking out 2 bucks worth of yellow gummy bears. With the exception of 2 orange ones. Nutter. :D But she's awesome so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE I JUST REMEMBERED MICHELLE SLUT AND I WERE LAUGHING LIKE SHITE DURING CHINESE CLASS. Because of Cheryl talking about wax... and masks... getting stuck... it's a lot funnier if you're there. Dude, i'd type out the whole story but she might kill me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. Off now. Bye. Peace out. Rock on. Stay awesome. (Ms Ng [P6 chinese teacher] wrote "Stay Cool" on my guitar. x) Miss her like seriously.) Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Here Is Gone - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny Rzeznik is still OMGSOHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Edit: Eva and I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;electricity &lt;/span&gt;between us man! WE WERE MEANT TO BE! Okay, I'm kidding. But really, whenever we brushed elbows there's this painful jolt. D: Electricity, man!&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/7462048259597996798-7400878023435650640?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/7400878023435650640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=7400878023435650640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7400878023435650640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7400878023435650640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-friday-baby-you-know-what-that.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3026003410153739376</id><published>2008-05-15T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:54:52.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class video~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgfj4jDjVwo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgfj4jDjVwo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment, people, I'M BEGGING YOU HERE. (rate too :D)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah, this is the class video for 2/9. Pics from sec 2 camp, song is It's Not Over by Secondhand Serenade, most pics taken by Mr Loy. :D Enjoy. AND COMMENT RARRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: Okay, it's too wide for my blog so click on it to see the actual video on youtube to see it better. If you want the clearer version, tell me and I'll send it to you, kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3026003410153739376?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3026003410153739376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3026003410153739376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3026003410153739376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3026003410153739376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-video.html' title='Class video~!'/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3237660041772245893</id><published>2008-05-14T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:55:20.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Louise was totally horny yesterday. She was drawing dicks all over the leftover foolscap paper from the exam. Like wtf? Jasper's had a cloud and the initials XY. And David Cook's had a chef's hat (which I thought was a fart). Leave Cookie alone, betch. I don't know what kind of weird-ass dicks she sees, but those were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;You know, I've always liked Rockstar more than Idol. Idol is just so... boring, you know? Most times the contestants just stand there and belt. On Rockstar there's the house band, the lights, the contestants actually &lt;/span&gt;move.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Speaking of moving, I don't like the way Archie nods his head while singing. Pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;On Rockstar, it's not just about the voice. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stage presence&lt;/span&gt;, man, and that's something so many Idol contestants don't have. They stand there and grip the microphone. Could you get any more boring? I remember when Toby Rand did "Rebel Yell", he had chicks from the audience dancing up on the stage with him. He had &lt;/span&gt;groupies, &lt;/span&gt;man, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;groupies. &lt;/span&gt;Syesha had a cellist. Sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion? Rockstar pwneth Idol. And Cookie pwneth Archie. End of discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing. EXAMS ARE OVER, BITCHES! YEAH BABY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening To: Pounding - My Head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like ow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3237660041772245893?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3237660041772245893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3237660041772245893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3237660041772245893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3237660041772245893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/louise-was-totally-horny-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8805405586770217150</id><published>2008-05-12T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:04:09.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dude, I fucking &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;red blood cells. All that BELL-SHAPED crap. Man. At least Krystal got it wrong too. I still have a chance to beat her. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography's tomorrow. Geography pisses me off. I don't know why. It just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Math is on Wednesday. Two more papers, and I'm DONE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally had something to say but I forgot. =\ Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening To: Always be my baby - David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Squeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8805405586770217150?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8805405586770217150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8805405586770217150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8805405586770217150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8805405586770217150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude-i-fucking-hate-geographys-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-7488157345720112131</id><published>2008-05-11T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:07:01.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those gay quizzes? The ones that ask a whole load of weird questions then tell if you're straight at the end? I came up with a better one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you attracted to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The same sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The opposite sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you picked 1, you're gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you picked 2, you're straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you picked 3, you're bisexual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple. Jeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-7488157345720112131?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/7488157345720112131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=7488157345720112131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7488157345720112131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7488157345720112131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-those-gay-quizzes-ones-that.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5842660348595593752</id><published>2008-05-10T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:07:09.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I'm normally not a fan of pop music, but I think I'm gonna get Mariah Carey's CD. Ha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guitar teacher said that I'm one of the few who buy CDs. Like seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5842660348595593752?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5842660348595593752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5842660348595593752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5842660348595593752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5842660348595593752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-im-normally-not-fan-of-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8657765777628912434</id><published>2008-05-10T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:21:10.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does nothing work out that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you do, you just never know what will happen. Sucks, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting really fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to end it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't, obviously, because it's a horribly selfish thing to do over something so minor. Fuck it all, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Move Along - don't know who it is, All American Rejects?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8657765777628912434?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8657765777628912434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8657765777628912434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8657765777628912434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8657765777628912434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-does-nothing-work-out-that-way-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5167360577135093232</id><published>2008-05-08T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:28:14.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I had a chance. Just a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chance. &lt;/span&gt;And, obviously, I don't. Lol, maybe if I chop off all my hair. =\&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to: Always be my baby - David Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still awesome, I guess.&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/7462048259597996798-5167360577135093232?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5167360577135093232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5167360577135093232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5167360577135093232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5167360577135093232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wish-i-had-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8229283898549433978</id><published>2008-05-07T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:24:50.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;RANT AHEAD. You don't have to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong with people? God, being "rebellious" doesn't make you cool! Acting like a "gangster" doesn't make you cool. Sleeping around, being a flirt, being a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slut &lt;/span&gt;doesn't make you popular. Being a bitch won't make people like you. Following trends because "everyone else is doing it" is lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I hate? Aside from religious fanatics, emos and "gangsters"? Guys who act like they're fucking hardcore. "Gangsters" fall under this category. The way they walk, talk, act, style their hair - it's just bloody &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infuriating. &lt;/span&gt;And you can't even begin to puncture their overinflated egos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, IT'S NOT COOL TO BE EMO. It's STUPID. What's the fun in being DEPRESSED all the time? If you want attention, JUST SAY SO. Nobody cares if you're cutting yourself! I self-mutilate! Do I go around boasting about it? NO! BECAUSE IT'S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF. IT'S NONSENSICAL. I HOPE YOU GET AN INFECTION AND &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing. What's up with all the act-cute crap? Why do you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile with your mouth closed? &lt;/span&gt;Are you just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;to look retarded? Guess what! It's working! What the fuck. IS IT SO HARD TO TYPE PROPERLY? You don't need extra I's, extra E's, extra X's, extra Z's! It just looks stupid. NOT COOL, OR CUTE, JUST STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/end rant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8229283898549433978?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8229283898549433978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8229283898549433978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8229283898549433978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8229283898549433978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-2116239275208726459</id><published>2008-05-07T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:50:56.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep messing up today. Bloody moodswings. Fuck it all, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-2116239275208726459?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/2116239275208726459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=2116239275208726459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2116239275208726459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2116239275208726459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-keep-messing-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-148555107535517791</id><published>2008-05-07T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:50:05.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy NPCC day.&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/7462048259597996798-148555107535517791?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/148555107535517791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=148555107535517791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/148555107535517791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/148555107535517791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-npcc-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5958805907557560991</id><published>2008-05-06T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:34:21.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SCBcnmlDxFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VU5AnSoM2dA/s1600-h/Storm+neon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SCBcnmlDxFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VU5AnSoM2dA/s320/Storm+neon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197255805426189394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made an icon out of my drawing! It's supposed to be neon, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SCBYr2lDxDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_oZpTTjcSZU/s1600-h/Storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SCBYr2lDxDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_oZpTTjcSZU/s320/Storm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197251480394122290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the drawing. It's supposed to be a Gibson SG standard. The body shape is slightly off, the pickups and knobs are highly inaccurate, as are the frets, but I like it. Hee. It's similar to my older drawing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SCBYsGlDxEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/M0loFfvT52c/s1600-h/Dilana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SCBYsGlDxEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/M0loFfvT52c/s320/Dilana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197251484689089602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pencil shine, ew. If you can't read, it says Dilana... not DJ Lana.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're both names of contestants of Rockstar: Supernova. Storm Large is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome, &lt;/span&gt;and very, very sexy. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, like it? I may do one for you - whoever is reading this. Obviously, you'd have to tell me what you'd like and what to write. Name, nickname, otherwise. Dude, if you ask me to do one for you and then tell me you want "anything", I'll give you a half-assed (shit) piece of work or nothing at all. And also obviously, I lack the skill to do intricate details - fur on a teddy bear, scales on a dragon, etc etc. Any takers? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5958805907557560991?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5958805907557560991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5958805907557560991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5958805907557560991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5958805907557560991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-made-icon-out-of-my-drawing-its.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SCBcnmlDxFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VU5AnSoM2dA/s72-c/Storm+neon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462048259597996798.post-4346295806493840782</id><published>2008-05-06T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:51:27.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I don't get it. I mean, I like girls, yeah, but it doesn't mean I like EVERY SINGLE GIRL. It's like how straight girls don't like EVERY SINGLE GUY. Come on. Common sense, people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day someone asked me if I touched myself. Because I like girls. *facepalm* That is just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creepy, &lt;/span&gt;man. I like girls, but not MYSELF. Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Plenty of different reactions. But my favourite one is the wide-eyed "Ooookay..." Lol. Those are the ones I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;to bug. Cause, you know, they feel all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uncomfortable &lt;/span&gt;with homosexual stuff. So I'll say things like referring to a cute girl or something, and they get all creeped out. No shit. It's funny stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there are those who are all "OMG UR GOING 2 HELL". They don't type like that, sure, but I'm biased, lol. Like a Geography teacher we all know and love. Yeah, so those are the religious creeps. Don't get me wrong, plenty of nice Christian friends who aren't at all alarmed by it, but those select few... God, they just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bug &lt;/span&gt;me. For someone so obsessed with religion, you're sure missing the big picture. Isn't religion supposed to make the world a better place? Hating on people isn't gonna make the world better, man. Love is love, wherever it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I'm not encouraging people to start making out with people of the same sex, as amusing as that would be. If you're just not attracted to someone, you're just... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not. &lt;/span&gt;I have preferences myself. I have never been interested in someone Chinese. I don't know why. Plenty of Chinese friends, I've just never been romantically interested. So no, don't you start putting words in my mouth. (Covering my ass here!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here ends this not-quite rant. :D Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to: Always be my baby - David Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hasn't stopped being awesome, hasn't stopped being awesome, HASN'T STOPPED BEING AWESOME!&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/7462048259597996798-4346295806493840782?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/4346295806493840782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=4346295806493840782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4346295806493840782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4346295806493840782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3753530861336814970</id><published>2008-05-04T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:53:09.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long ago, someone (Wai Teng) tagged me. I never got around to it. So here are seven things (most) people don't know about me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm really a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real 1. I've always hated how I look - I just don't wear oversized clothes all the time now. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I used to write horrible Mary-Sues. And I still have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I had a crush on Elvis when I was a kid - even though he was dead. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I cry very, very easily. Especially when it comes to goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When I get my own place, I'm going to walk around naked all the time. Freedom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My idea of intimacy is tasting someone else's blood. Of course, nobody's been nuts enough to let me yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. When I look like I'm spacing out, I'm actually having very violent thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the following unlucky people, thou shalt be tagged. Bwahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Alissa dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Jellybean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Unsquishy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Jellybutt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Squishy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Indah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your turn, bitches. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current music: Always be my baby - David Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't stop being awesome won't stop being awesome WON'T STOP BEING AWESOME!&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/7462048259597996798-3753530861336814970?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3753530861336814970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3753530861336814970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3753530861336814970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3753530861336814970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-ago-someone-wai-teng-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3057913653312206035</id><published>2008-05-04T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:42:30.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing to say (went for St Joseph's feast day, thats all), I shall snag this.. thingy.. from Jellybutt's blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIME/MANGA NERD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You watch anime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You read manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You buy/collect anime DVDs or manga volumes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own some other form of anime/manga merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have referred to an anime character as 'hot' before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have cosplayed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have done so in public.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to an anime/manga convention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have created/joined a fanclub for an anime/manga character.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have created/joined a hateclub for an anime/manga character.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have squealed when you found out somebody had the same name as an anime character you knew.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You enjoy drawing anime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People you know know you as the 'anime' person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it is pronouced 'mawnguh' and not 'manga' like it is spelled.&lt;br /&gt;ANIME NERD POINTS: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART NERD&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like art.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You actually consider yourself an artist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When using art supplies, the brand of them matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a favorite brand.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have asked for art supplies as a Christmas/birthday gift before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You give people your drawings as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] People actually ask for your drawings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are known as 'the art person' at your school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Instead of just 'brown' or ' pink', you'd be specific; it's 'sienna brown' or 'blush pink'. Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have taken an art class outside of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have considered a career as an artist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your school papers are always covered in doodles.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a favorite artist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your drawings have been framed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You carry a sketchbook with you everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;ART NERD POINTS: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICAL NERD&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play more than one instrument.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You actually really enjoy playing your instrument.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've given your instrument a name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've participated in an extracurricular activity for your instrument.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are known by what you play.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You listen to classical music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are wondering whether that refers to the classical music genre or the classical music time period.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a favorite composer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All of your friends are from your band/orchestra class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You write music.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've had discussions with your friends about music; your favorite composers/instruments/musical time periods/key/etc...&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have considered a professional career with your instrument.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are never nervous playing for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICAL NERD POINTS: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO GAME NERD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own more than 4 different video game systems.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've had debates over which system is the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play video games every day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have played a video game for over 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have songs from your favorite video games on your MP3.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to talk about video games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You memorize the dates for when a new game is being released.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People know you as the 'gamer' person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spend more time on video games than you do hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your gaming system is in your room. (GBA man)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have preferences when it comes to what company your game came from.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've had debates over which company is the best.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep playing a game until you beat it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It makes you angry when you found out somebody looked up cheat codes on the internet to beat their game.&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO GAME NERD POINTS: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER NERD:&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the computer every day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have an account/username on some sort of social website.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You go into random internet chatrooms.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You spend at least 2 hours a day on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use computer faces; : D XD XP D: ^_^ &gt;.&gt; and etc.&lt;br /&gt;[x] It is hard to go a day without using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You spend time in online forums.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] In the forum/chatroom you use, you are known there by everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have friends you have only met online.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have/have had a girlfriend/boyfriend you have only met online.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have actually met an online friend in person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] U cn ezly rd 'txttlk.'&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have said 'lol' or 'omg' in speech that is not online.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER NERD POINTS : 9 (what's up with the nines?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me three different kinds of nerd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3057913653312206035?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3057913653312206035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3057913653312206035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3057913653312206035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3057913653312206035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/since-i-have-nothing-to-say-went-for-st.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3950647584496958179</id><published>2008-05-03T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:25:57.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to study with Eva today. Mostly I was the one doing the studying and she... didn't study. Lol, but that's okay. I haven't laughed so much in a long time. Of course, we were laughing in the library, mostly... and there was an announcement referring to us blocking the area (us being me, Eva, Jin Xiang, Nishasshole, Hong Ping, and a Krystal/Crystal/Khristel/variations whom I've never met and has the usual reaction when I stare at her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, am I that scary? Seriously? I went "hi" to this little kid and he ran away. D: I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's a bad idea to pretend to make out in Long John's if there's a Malay family with kids around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *obscene action*&lt;br /&gt;Hong Ping: *also being obscene*&lt;br /&gt;Malay family: *glare*&lt;br /&gt;Nisha: Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snerk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Always be my baby - David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still awesome still awesome STILL AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3950647584496958179?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3950647584496958179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3950647584496958179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3950647584496958179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3950647584496958179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-to-study-with-eva-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-1761110493421991498</id><published>2008-05-02T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:55:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting sick of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-1761110493421991498?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/1761110493421991498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=1761110493421991498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1761110493421991498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1761110493421991498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-getting-sick-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-508552701753871751</id><published>2008-05-01T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:25:57.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH BABY!&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/7462048259597996798-508552701753871751?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/508552701753871751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=508552701753871751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/508552701753871751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/508552701753871751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-1013902563161456790</id><published>2008-05-01T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:06:23.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Kurt. Hope he's okay. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop listening to David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook is so much better than David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook for President!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening To: Always Be My Baby - David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So awesome so awesome SO AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-1013902563161456790?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/1013902563161456790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=1013902563161456790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1013902563161456790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1013902563161456790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-kurt.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5876116681077761506</id><published>2008-04-30T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:28:01.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it weird that I watch Simple Plan's MV just to see the girl? She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so cute&lt;/span&gt;. Not like ***, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5876116681077761506?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5876116681077761506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5876116681077761506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5876116681077761506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5876116681077761506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-weird-that-i-watch-simple-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3148332846955910432</id><published>2008-04-28T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:58:53.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you'll always be my baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my God David Cook is AMAZING :DDDDD I want to have his babies! (actually I'm kidding, but man, his genes would be AWESOME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm obsessed with ***. Pff whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3148332846955910432?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3148332846955910432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3148332846955910432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3148332846955910432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3148332846955910432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/cause-youll-always-be-my-baby-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-9019707377712589252</id><published>2008-04-27T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:53:51.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SBSTVmlDxCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/77PUgq6bCVQ/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SBSTVmlDxCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/77PUgq6bCVQ/s320/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193938269607543842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Literature project. :D It's got a SEAL. Also, ignore the ghostly figure in the background kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-9019707377712589252?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/9019707377712589252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=9019707377712589252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/9019707377712589252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/9019707377712589252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-literature-project.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SBSTVmlDxCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/77PUgq6bCVQ/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462048259597996798.post-6702337413031285479</id><published>2008-04-27T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:26:09.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SBRwomlDxAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MyovvU4yF7o/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SBRwomlDxAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MyovvU4yF7o/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900113118086146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SBRwpGlDxBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W5FJ4WCWQ3k/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SBRwpGlDxBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W5FJ4WCWQ3k/s320/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900121708020754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My aunt's old Ibanez. You can't see the body very clearly, but if you look at the top you can see the guitar-acne I was talking about. And the pearl inlay. Pretty, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-6702337413031285479?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/6702337413031285479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=6702337413031285479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6702337413031285479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6702337413031285479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-aunts-old-ibanez.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/SBRwomlDxAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MyovvU4yF7o/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462048259597996798.post-3979310512460215537</id><published>2008-04-27T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:26:47.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to be anything. It's not a sin to be who I am, it's not wrong to be myself. I won't break myself just because of your prejudices. I won't force myself to change for a storybook and a man we've been awaiting for 2000 years. I don't need your biased reasoning and your hurtful remarks. I don't even want to argue with you. You just keep repeating the same shit over and over again. Get this straight, I don't CARE what the Bible says, God didn't write the Bible and drop it from Heaven. I don't CARE about man and woman being made for each other, because that's bullshit, there was incest involved and that's supposed to be a sin too. It's all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;, my friend. You're all just following so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blindly &lt;/span&gt;that you can't see what utter nonsense it all is. Blasphemy, you say? I DON'T CARE. I DON'T FUCKING CARE. Get that through your THICK HEAD.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/rant (sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3979310512460215537?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3979310512460215537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3979310512460215537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3979310512460215537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3979310512460215537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-have-to-be-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5688033569769902754</id><published>2008-04-26T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:03:07.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just remembered that POP was yesterday. Sucks, eh? They're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone. &lt;/span&gt;Though most of them are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;distant (I confess, I don't know many of their names), I'll miss them. But it'll be interesting to see what kind of weird-ass NCOs the sec 3s will be. Ha. Anyway, good luck to the sec 4s for their O levels. :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I found a &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2751389/1/Magic_of_Tetris"&gt;Harry Potter/Tetris&lt;/a&gt; crossover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a Hagrid-pimple on my nose agh!&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/7462048259597996798-5688033569769902754?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5688033569769902754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5688033569769902754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5688033569769902754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5688033569769902754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-remembered-that-pop-was.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-4196271566529388432</id><published>2008-04-26T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:55:23.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My aunt's letting me use her Ibanez. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ancient, &lt;/span&gt;though quite pretty. Not so fond of the body shape, but it's comfortable enough. And it has a very nice pearl inlay along the fretboard. But my aunt's been letting it rot in the store room for so long that it seems to have developed some kind of guitar-acne. Siriusly. It looks like acne, on the guitar. I suppose it's the varnish. We'll have to get it fixed up. But yeah. Much better quality than Kurt. (Sorry, Kurt)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-4196271566529388432?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/4196271566529388432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=4196271566529388432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4196271566529388432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4196271566529388432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-aunts-letting-me-use-her-ibanez.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-9110318377589527327</id><published>2008-04-23T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:32:15.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That silly silver ribbon thing has been shortening my stare-time at *** greatly, man. Which really sucks cause they're passing out. Gah. Why wasn't I born a year earlier? Better yet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;years earlier. Meh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I was the only sec 2 girl who turned up for NP today. What's going on?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I should totally get a sex change op. Lol. I don't think I would make a very bad guy. Just imagine, though.. "Honey, I have something to tell you." "What?" "I used to be a girl." ".........WTF?" Oh man, that would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing. I HATE LITTLE MISS TEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Nothing, I forgot to open iTunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-9110318377589527327?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/9110318377589527327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=9110318377589527327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/9110318377589527327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/9110318377589527327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-silly-silver-ribbon-thing-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3148966957182954541</id><published>2008-04-22T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:46:33.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bon Jovi is my happy bubble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3148966957182954541?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3148966957182954541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3148966957182954541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3148966957182954541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3148966957182954541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/bon-jovi-is-my-happy-bubble.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3007132048423080020</id><published>2008-04-22T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:24:55.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, Mr Loy took a picture of me looking freaked out on the zipliner. Screw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3007132048423080020?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3007132048423080020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3007132048423080020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3007132048423080020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3007132048423080020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/god-mr-loy-took-picture-of-me-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-1968707681357262511</id><published>2008-04-21T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:55:28.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I just spent an hour working on the class video. Adding pictures, lenthening frames, etc etc. I would have gone on - but I need more pictures. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Falls On Me - Fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have also found out that Secondhand Serenade is, in fact, ONE PERSON. Wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-1968707681357262511?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/1968707681357262511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=1968707681357262511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1968707681357262511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1968707681357262511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-i-just-spent-hour-working-on-class.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8687375924799778130</id><published>2008-04-19T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:09:04.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quiz that I snagged from my dear Unsquishy's blog. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whose picture is it that you keep&lt;br /&gt;in your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL. Er, Shakira's. Slut-dude gave it to me on Friday and I haven't transferred it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What time do you usually go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whenever, wherever, we're meant to be together...(okay, okay, no more Shakira. Promise.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last thing you did&lt;br /&gt;before filling this survey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wash my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who are the people you always meet&lt;br /&gt;the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family, if they don't count, classmates, and if they don't count... er... Cat. classmates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the person you're gonna call&lt;br /&gt;if you need help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The police! Or Evan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex Band. Omg. HIS VOICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who's number on your speed dials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. With whom do you wanna be to have&lt;br /&gt;fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What movie do u wanna watch now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lion King 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When was the last time you went&lt;br /&gt;out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uhh. I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who do you want to kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When was the first time you slept&lt;br /&gt;alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude, I don't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you wanna do for now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go back in time. Stress-free days, man, when there was no drama and soda ran in the Singapore river. Okay, just no drama will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you do everyday besides&lt;br /&gt;eat and sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read... listen to music... laugh like shizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What could piss you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. are you an animal lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mm, especially if they're medium-rare. Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Colors that make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...songs make me happy, not colors. But sunsets make me sort-of happy. Sunset colors, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Most fav thing in your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My guitars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the last thing you bought&lt;br /&gt;for your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uhhh. Possibly the bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Any instruments in your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One acoustic guitar, one electric guitar, one 3/4 classical guitar with signatures from HPPS, and a recorder - for the memories. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Plan to buy something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want an iPod. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you satisfied with your life&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's something missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like seafood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not all. Octopus, urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Breakfast or dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner. Breakfast is practically non-existent very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. What do you usually have for&lt;br /&gt;breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Did you eat breakfast today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think so, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you know how to ride a bicycle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favourite fastfood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mickey D's. :D Best fries ever, even my dad calls them poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8687375924799778130?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8687375924799778130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8687375924799778130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8687375924799778130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8687375924799778130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/quiz-that-i-snagged-from-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8070146039721421959</id><published>2008-04-19T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:33:20.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I first came to CCKSS, I looked at my classmates and thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never be as close to them as I was to my friends in HPPS. &lt;/span&gt;In a way, I was right. I am still not as close to my classmates as I was to my friends in Henry Park. Yet, in a funny way, I've come to depend on these people to get me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, maybe they're not the most important people in my life, but I do care about them (most of them) and they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there, &lt;/span&gt;five days a week, often more than six hours a day. (I'm just breaking them into paragraphs so that it's not a whole chunk of text)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there, &lt;/span&gt;to save your asses and let you copy their work in the mornings. They're the ones who - goddammit, my stupid first name in the stupid newspaper keeps distracting me - the ones who spend every boring Math, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt;, English, Chinese lesson with you. They're the ones who make you laugh so hard it hurts (some of them). They're the ones who make struggling awake in the mornings and coming to school not so bad. The ones checking up on you when you're absent, the ones trying to figure out what's wrong when you're down. Primary school friends don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting to regret not coming around sooner. Before we know it, it'll be the end of the year and we'll be heading off to our different classes. Who knows, maybe we'll drift apart, maybe we won't. It's a year for goodbyes, isn't it? Next week, the sec 4s will pass out and leave it all in the hands of the sec 3s (oh God!). However tough these NCOs have been on us, most of the time we've deserved it. Most of the time. Unfair punishments aside, they've been excellent teachers for the past year, as well as the NCOs before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when all the turning commands were as clear to me as murky pondwater. This NCO (I can't remember who it is now, tragically) took this other guy-who was as blur as me- and I aside and proceeded to explain what the different commands meant with the help of twigs and leaves, dissecting each command to ensure we understood every bit of it. Even when we got them wrong when he tested us afterwards, he never seemed to get frustrated and would merely explain again. Till now, thinking of such patience and effort, it never fails to move me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've veered horribly off-track, I'm actually going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end &lt;/span&gt;this awfully long post (makes up for all the lost days, eh?). Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's been there for the past year and a... 4/12= 2/6 = 1/3... past year and a third. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current music: Summertime - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care what Michelle says Bon Jovi is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8070146039721421959?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8070146039721421959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8070146039721421959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8070146039721421959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8070146039721421959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-first-came-to-cckss-i-looked-at.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8573927401327601239</id><published>2008-04-16T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:21:44.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you now, cheri. Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8573927401327601239?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8573927401327601239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8573927401327601239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8573927401327601239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8573927401327601239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-you-now-cheri.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-299795436518469131</id><published>2008-04-16T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:23:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want my NCOs to pass out man. I'll miss them like heck. Especially someone who shall not be named. Man. D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, there's no way to make "ella ella ella, eh eh eh yadda yadda can't remember what comes next" sound hardcore. Just no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-299795436518469131?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/299795436518469131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=299795436518469131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/299795436518469131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/299795436518469131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-want-my-ncos-to-pass-out-man.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-4881305403066083011</id><published>2008-04-15T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:59.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD STRESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-4881305403066083011?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/4881305403066083011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=4881305403066083011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4881305403066083011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4881305403066083011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-god-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-31981964940324434</id><published>2008-04-14T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:41:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED MORE PICTURES MAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-31981964940324434?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/31981964940324434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=31981964940324434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/31981964940324434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/31981964940324434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-more-pictures-man.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-2118103810720907180</id><published>2008-04-13T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:02:37.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, my first attempt at making a video with Windows Movie Maker - and I'm making a class video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using pictures from camp, but I don't have enough. So if you have any, I'd be grateful³³³³³ if you would send it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone has any objections to their picture being used in this video, I honestly don't really care. :D It's for the greater good, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: It's Not Over - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am getting SO SICK OF THIS SONG! I have had to listen to it OVER AND OVER AGAIN whilst making this video when I replay to see if it looks okay! AUGH!&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/7462048259597996798-2118103810720907180?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/2118103810720907180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=2118103810720907180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2118103810720907180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2118103810720907180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-my-first-attempt-at-making-video.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5334747717616793137</id><published>2008-04-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:15:27.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" align="middle" height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.videojug.com/film/player?id=038dfb8c-20f8-e6dc-967b-ff0008c8f1b7"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.videojug.com/film/player?id=038dfb8c-20f8-e6dc-967b-ff0008c8f1b7" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/how-can-i-tell-if-she-is-attracted-to-me"&gt;How Can I Tell If She Is Attracted To Me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I do all of that. O-O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5334747717616793137?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5334747717616793137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5334747717616793137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5334747717616793137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5334747717616793137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-can-i-tell-if-she-is-attracted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5333262968656479099</id><published>2008-04-11T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:56:45.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. I rescued a catfish. It was in the basement with no water in a broken plastic container. I poured water on it and it flipped. So my dad got a big tupperware container and put it in. Then put water in it. Yeah. Now it's outside and I don't know what to do with it. D: Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how much longer I can keep *** from finding out about my feelings, damn Louise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5333262968656479099?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5333262968656479099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5333262968656479099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5333262968656479099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5333262968656479099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5384511519307465456</id><published>2008-04-10T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:38:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need me some guitar or I'm going to go crazy. I need a new string. I need a new bloody high E string. I need to PLAY SOMETHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5384511519307465456?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5384511519307465456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5384511519307465456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5384511519307465456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5384511519307465456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-me-some-guitar-or-im-going-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-4892460075447290629</id><published>2008-04-10T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:32:36.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I HATE HER I BLOODY HATE HER AND I KNOW IT'S ILLOGICAL AND I KNOW IT'S IMMATURE BUT GOD DO I HATE HER. I HATE HER, FUCK, I LOVE HER, I LOVE HER LIKE NOTHING ELSE AND YET I CAN'T STAND THINKING ABOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hug?&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/7462048259597996798-4892460075447290629?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/4892460075447290629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=4892460075447290629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4892460075447290629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4892460075447290629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-slut.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8113770219599646869</id><published>2008-04-10T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:36:00.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's your anti-drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was changing out of my PE shirt today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone left their pubes on the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pubes on a toilet seat, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my stamina sucks. Badly. I got all shivery after attempting to finish 2.4. Mr Liew thinks I have some low sugar thingy. Which is strange. Considering how much sugar I consume in soda and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Champagne Supernova - Oasis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8113770219599646869?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8113770219599646869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8113770219599646869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8113770219599646869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8113770219599646869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-your-anti-drug.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-2127994553186340963</id><published>2008-04-08T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:45:13.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As part of major revisions to the Penal Code approved by parliament last month, Singapore legalised oral and anal sex between heterosexual couples but retained a law which criminalises intercourse between gay men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, quite frankly, is fucking unfair. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prejudiced. &lt;/span&gt;It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discrimination. &lt;/span&gt;I don't want to hear any bullshit about homosexuality being a sin, don't start please. I love Singapore and all, but it's things like this that makes me ashamed, fucking ashamed of Singapore. Grarrgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-2127994553186340963?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/2127994553186340963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=2127994553186340963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2127994553186340963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2127994553186340963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-part-of-major-revisions-to-penal.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-2546963446158121327</id><published>2008-04-08T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:22:55.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stop listening to Jesse McCartney! Dammit! Kill me! I've had his song stuck in my head all day - until French class. Then we were talking about the Jonas Brothers and SOS got stuck in my head. Back to Jesse McCartney now, though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. Jesse McCartney. In French. It's really just a version of "Just so you know" in French. De Toi A Moi. I don't even know the lyrics. So it's like "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De toi a moi, hnnnnhnhnhnnn quelque chose," &lt;/span&gt;throw in some random chinese for good measure - "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bu gan hui lai, hn nnhnhnn a fois, de toi a moi il y a -" &lt;/span&gt;some Spanish "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el pollo diablo," &lt;/span&gt;El pollo diablo means the demon chicken. Ha. So I end up with some weird mixture... amusing, kind of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Louise &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slaughtered &lt;/span&gt;Lips of an Angel. SLAUGHTERED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to: Lacrymosa - Evanescence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooo, gothy. Also, it has 'Evan' in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: OHMYGOD KURT IS BROKEN! I MEAN, HE'S NOT BROKEN, BUT THE HIGH E STRING IS BROKEN! IF ONE'S BROKEN THEY'RE ALL USELESS! AHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-2546963446158121327?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/2546963446158121327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=2546963446158121327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2546963446158121327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2546963446158121327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-stop-listening-to-jesse.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-7666515183107675862</id><published>2008-04-07T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:34:20.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had this plot bunny running around in my head for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;days. &lt;/span&gt;But all my work is on the PC that is out of use on my desk. I have no idea how I'm going to transfer it. Gah. I suppose I'll have to write it all out again? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA sucks. I suck. NAPFA+me=super suck. It sounds like a bloody vacuum cleaner. "SUPERsuck 3000!" And I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;wearing an S PE shirt ever again. Ever. I feel so naked. I want my M back. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love ***'s butt. Seriously. And that sounds really weird and stalkerish but man, is that a nice butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/creepy stalkerish comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Where Is The Love - Black Eyed Peas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-7666515183107675862?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/7666515183107675862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=7666515183107675862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7666515183107675862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7666515183107675862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-had-this-plot-bunny-running-around.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3578825001633886785</id><published>2008-04-06T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:40:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not love it's NOT love oh my god. It's LUST. It HAS to be lust. What kind of weird-ass love do you have in your part of Lala Land? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3578825001633886785?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3578825001633886785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3578825001633886785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3578825001633886785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3578825001633886785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-not-love-its-not-love-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-6858976479525929341</id><published>2008-04-05T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:00:51.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really need a hug right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-6858976479525929341?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/6858976479525929341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=6858976479525929341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6858976479525929341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6858976479525929341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-really-need-hug-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5734946539030701879</id><published>2008-04-03T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:00:52.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: (quoting Rendall, the camp instructor) "oic, haha. cool. I kinda like u girls as a whole..super fun actually"&lt;br /&gt;Alissa: LOL. LOLLLL! I kinda like u girls as a whole..super fun actually. stupid playboy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alissa: XDDD&lt;br /&gt;Me: he.. was talking about our class...&lt;br /&gt;Alissa: OHHHHHHHH,&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL (x3)&lt;br /&gt;Alissa: sorry got the wrong idea xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I love Alissa dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walla walla bing bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5734946539030701879?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5734946539030701879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5734946539030701879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5734946539030701879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5734946539030701879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-quoting-rendall-camp-instructor-oic.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-2877482255445102795</id><published>2008-04-02T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:43:33.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEY BITCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm back! From camp! I have PRIVACY again! I missed privacy. And Kurt. And my pets. And my bed. And my mom. And this really comfortable chair. Oh, right, and the computer. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. Even with the Buddha claps. And bad food. And rushed showers. And lack of beds. It was still awesome. Mainly because of the instructors, I suppose. I miss them already. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't actually remember what we did on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;pushing me forward at the low/high (can't remember) wall and I had to go first. And that thing really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;. In all the wrong places. Also, my first ever go on the zipliner thing. Awesomely terrifying. IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day. Er. High elements. There was the thingy where you had to jump off a platform and try to grab onto a trapeze bar thingy. Way off the ground. Someone was up there for half an hour despite repeated encouragements and even the instructor going up to her. So by the time she got down it was time for us to move on to the next station. And I actually wanted to give it a try too (Damn!). Slacked for a long time while the rest were working on their performance. I proposed to Slut like 10 times. With rings made with... grass... Pathetic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Singapore water is gross. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; when we went kayaking. And if I reached down to touch my legs while I was in the water, they felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slimy&lt;/span&gt;! Eugh. D: Though the kayaking itself was fun. Not fond of the mud thingy, though. It was more like smelly dirty gray water. I was hoping it would actually be thick squelchy mud. That didn't smell horrible. Mr Loy refused to hug me after I got out of the mud... pond... pool... thing.. I wasn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;muddy/dirty. Pffsh. Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got emotional at some points. You don't really need to know and Louise is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;going to let me live it down so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music (iTunes! Sweet, sweet iTunes!): Unwell - Matchbox Twenty&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7462048259597996798-2877482255445102795?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/2877482255445102795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=2877482255445102795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2877482255445102795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2877482255445102795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-bitches-im-back-from-camp-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3674109556000603059</id><published>2008-03-30T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:08:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus. Camp tomorrow. I haven't packed my stuff. I sure as hell am NOT going to bring a fricken PILLOW and blanket! Come on, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pillow? &lt;/span&gt;It's a camp, not a vacation! Gah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. So. Camp. I shall be *poofed* for 2 days. Unless I come down with some illness and have to go home. Bwahahaha. (so not going to happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Last-minute packing sucks. I can't find the sleeping bag, I'm short of two pairs of socks, and I'm still hanging on to my old school shoes. I don't want to throw them away, they're so comfortable and usable! Also, does lip balm come under "Personal Medication"? It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt;, and I really like my lip balm. Tasty. Actually, that one's expensive and I don't want to lose it so I'll bring the gross not-tasty one. It's got menthol. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! I have found a pair of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old shoes for water activities (To be thrown away)(Compulsory)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Now I won't have to throw away my comfy school shoes. Instead I can throw away an old-but-still-in-good-condition ugly-ass pair of running shoes. And fuckity fuck fuck, I still can't find my sleeping bag. I blame my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit. &lt;/span&gt;No conditioner. And toothpaste. Oh God. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3674109556000603059?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3674109556000603059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3674109556000603059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3674109556000603059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3674109556000603059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-1986318271816125317</id><published>2008-03-29T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:29:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOO! I GOT ***'S NUMBER! YEAH BABY!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except I don't know what to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-1986318271816125317?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/1986318271816125317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=1986318271816125317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1986318271816125317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1986318271816125317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/woooooo-i-got-s-number-yeah-baby-except.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-4438006208538112888</id><published>2008-03-28T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:25:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-z_ze18FkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/coZbnda9ROQ/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-z_ze18FkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/coZbnda9ROQ/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182798531114309186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Tan Kheng Hua's autograph. LOL. Except she signed it 'Kheng Ha'. =\ You know. Margaret. In PCK. Yeah? (That face thing is supposed to be me. She drew it.)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't see *** much today. It was sad. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;But I'm totally not obsessed with *** so I don't care. *nods sagely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music: Don't Go Away - Oasis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-4438006208538112888?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/4438006208538112888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=4438006208538112888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4438006208538112888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4438006208538112888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-tan-kheng-huas-autograph.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-z_ze18FkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/coZbnda9ROQ/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462048259597996798.post-29196929595679805</id><published>2008-03-27T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:17:49.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;, who teaches my class a certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt;, which has to do with volcanoes and rock and shite like that. I dislike this certain teacher. Indeed I do. Good teacher, yes, but MAN, her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has she done to deserve this? Let's see. Last Thursday, before Good Friday, I was absent. Moniteress was supposed to tell me what I had to do for Geography but she forgot, I guess. No matter. Went back to school on Monday. This teacher tells me (and the others who hadn't done it) to hand it up to her at the parade square the next day. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home and realize I don't have the workbook. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! &lt;/span&gt;I think. So the next morning (Tuesday) I approach her and tell her that I don't have the book. Because I guess it was out of stock when I ordered my schoolbooks. So she says I can buy it at Popular, not just the school bookshop. Not sure what the relevance is. I tell her that I only realized I didn't have the book last night. Oddly, she walks away. *PLOT IS BUILDING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that day - Tuesday - she comes to class during English lesson. Says that only ONE PERSON handed in their work this morning. Says that everyone else who didn't hand it in gets a zero. Oh, the injustice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today *CLIMAX*, she comes in, for her lesson, see. Reads out the names of those who did not hand in the work. So we're all (not the whole class, of course) standing and she asks me why I didn't do the work. I said that because she said we'd get zeros I didn't see the point in doing it. Now this teacher claims that she said "hand it in OTHERWISE you get zero." She also asked for my parents' numbers, and Louise's. Her parents. Not her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough, I don't remember any OTHERWISE in her sentence that day. Neither does Louise. Two other people I asked said they weren't listening so I don't know why I'm mentioning them. Maybe I'm just deaf? I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;I was listening to her when she stuck her head into the class and stated that we'd get zeroes. How come I heard no "otherwise"? Augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm probably gonna get sacked. If it's not doing suckily for the interview, it's teachers hating me. Fine. So be it. If I believe I'm not in the wrong, I don't care if you're a teacher or a student or the bloody president, I damn well will speak my mind. I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;apologise for something I have a right to do just to hang on to my tie. Though my mother, after telling her all this, says that not all teachers are as open as dear Mr Edwin Tan from HPPS, and not to talk back to these old (LOL) teachers who'll get offended. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my mother. &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I'm supposed to, but you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has been my longest post in a while, and if you actually read everything, good job and thanks for bearing with my semi-rant. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: High and Dry - Radiohead&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you've never heard of Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rise Against is LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7462048259597996798-29196929595679805?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/29196929595679805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=29196929595679805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/29196929595679805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/29196929595679805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-certain-teacher-who-teaches-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5956109599505629529</id><published>2008-03-26T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:38:55.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my BABIES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-pRUO18FhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/j1glbaK1oMU/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-pRUO18FhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/j1glbaK1oMU/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182043729266742802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby number One! People, meet Lightning. (see, my thumbnail isn't that ugly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-pRUe18FiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KQjq133cTw0/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-pRUe18FiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KQjq133cTw0/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-pRUe18FiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KQjq133cTw0/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182043733561710114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Baby number Two. Kurt. I do love my Kurt. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5956109599505629529?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5956109599505629529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5956109599505629529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5956109599505629529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5956109599505629529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-number-one-people-meet-lightning.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-pRUO18FhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/j1glbaK1oMU/s72-c/Photo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462048259597996798.post-5681759016307531915</id><published>2008-03-26T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:46:44.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*** talked to me! It's really pathetic but I feel so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy! &lt;/span&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5681759016307531915?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5681759016307531915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5681759016307531915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5681759016307531915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5681759016307531915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/talked-to-me-its-really-pathetic-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3472068360481147693</id><published>2008-03-25T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:46:54.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kid throws rock through Soulja Boy's windshield. Read &lt;a href="http://www.pantagraph.com/articles/2008/03/22/news/doc47e43e02deb00524014754.txt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I love this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: His excuse? "Because I hate Soulja Boy." I want that on a T-shirt. Who's with me? I want to order that in bulk. Hell, I'd wear that on my JEANS. "I hate Soulja Boy" across my Soulja-Boy-hating ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3472068360481147693?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3472068360481147693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3472068360481147693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3472068360481147693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3472068360481147693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/kid-throws-rock-through-soulja-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-4658807540024652123</id><published>2008-03-25T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:31:27.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th post. I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I asked this guy in my French class whether he wore boxers or briefs. "Boxers or what?" "Briefs." "...boxers. What kind of weird question is that?" I'm totally gonna ask guys that every chance I get. The look on his face was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-4658807540024652123?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/4658807540024652123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=4658807540024652123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4658807540024652123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/4658807540024652123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/100th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-1456596420381285798</id><published>2008-03-24T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:02:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a love-hate relationship with giant burgers. Real burgers. Not the shit-in-a-wrapper you get at McDonald's. You know. With cheese. And tomato. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lots &lt;/span&gt;of meat. And salsa. And more meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, those monsters are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unbelievably hard to eat! &lt;/span&gt;There has to be a way. "101 ways to eat a fucking giant burger". Instant bestseller. Better yet? "101 ways to conduct a Science experiment involving 5 types of cooking oil and fire without getting everything sticky and oily". I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buy &lt;/span&gt;that. Then sleep with the author. Then shower the author in kittens. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;instalments! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when we do it, EVERYTHING GETS STICKY AND OILY AND MESSY AND IT GETS ON MY NERVES D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goddamnit, people! When you need to get something done, don't inform other people at the last minute! 6 to 7 am in the morning of that particular day is NOT IN ADVANCE! What kind of convenience store is open at that time?! AUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Halo - Bethany Joy Lenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Haley so much not as much as I love Peyton but close cause her voice is so damn awesome and stuff and yeah AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/fangirling&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/7462048259597996798-1456596420381285798?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/1456596420381285798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=1456596420381285798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1456596420381285798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/1456596420381285798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-love-hate-relationship-with.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-8618580906374844503</id><published>2008-03-23T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:05:49.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's Elvis, bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-YMoe18FeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0krt9Dr4P8M/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180842310949934562" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elvis has a new cage. Whee. His first one was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny. &lt;/span&gt;This one is about twice the size of his first. It's got a suspended wheel and a suspended... Mushroom... Siriusly. That's what they call it. It's supposed to be like a rest area for the hamster but Elvis doesn't seem to want to go up there. Then again, it took him half an hour to realize that the wheel was... well, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wheel.&lt;/span&gt; I suppose he'll figure it out eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they're opening a Subway at Rail Mall. A Subway within &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking distance! &lt;/span&gt;I get the feeling I'll be going to Rail Mall a lot more often once it opens. ^^ Envy me, bitches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: Just so you know, my thumbnail isn't really that ugly in real life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-8618580906374844503?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/8618580906374844503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=8618580906374844503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8618580906374844503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/8618580906374844503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-elvis-bitch-elvis-has-new-cage.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59r5L9AnlxA/R-YMoe18FeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0krt9Dr4P8M/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462048259597996798.post-5588910487863223573</id><published>2008-03-22T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:04:05.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were you annoyed, love? Angry? Frustrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good. That was what it was supposed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, no, it wasn't sincere in the least. Perhaps in the beginning, but not now. I smile to myself picturing that frown on your perfect face. What I wouldn't give to stroke your hair, to touch your lips, to hold your hand, love... what I wouldn't give to see the fear in those beautiful eyes, to hear my name, to hear you &lt;/span&gt;scream&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as I slit your throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, I could never do that to you, love. Your sweet voice alone weakens me. Your scent is ecstasy. I wish you knew how much I want to &lt;/span&gt;break &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you, love. I want to break you down, tear you apart, I want to see your blood flow. I want to give you your sweet release. I want to make you feel what you've never felt before. I want you to fear as never before. I want you to look at me and see your death. Yet never would I hurt you. Not intentionally, love. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As much as I want to hate you, as much as I do, I do love you. It doesn't make sense, now does it? Hate and love simply don't mix. Neither do we, love. I know now, and I knew then. And so I leave you behind. You are the past. Never will you return, not if I can help it. I say this knowing I will not forget you. But I will try. Oh, love, how I'll try. Try to erase you from my life, try to imagine you were never a part of me. And I will succeed, my dear. I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrea&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/7462048259597996798-5588910487863223573?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5588910487863223573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5588910487863223573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5588910487863223573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5588910487863223573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-you-annoyed-love-angry-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3460158553513344234</id><published>2008-03-21T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:30:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Moon is full tonight, and it's oh-so-pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3460158553513344234?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3460158553513344234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3460158553513344234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3460158553513344234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3460158553513344234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/moon-is-full-tonight-and-its-oh-so.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-2926777564879457693</id><published>2008-03-21T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:12:13.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm sorry."&lt;div&gt;"It's okay. Don't worry about it." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not okay but how can anyone say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I should have been more careful."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Really. Don't worry about it." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You idiot, of course you should have been more careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It won't happen again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I should hope so." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fake laughter. Don't you dare let it happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever say something and mean something else? The "proper" response to certain questions and phrases are so ingrained that it comes automatically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you okay?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, I'm fine." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not okay, you idiot, can't you see that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just puked up my guts, how can I be okay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Music: Black Balloon - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drool* Johnny Rzeznik!&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/7462048259597996798-2926777564879457693?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/2926777564879457693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=2926777564879457693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2926777564879457693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2926777564879457693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-5010789254137912697</id><published>2008-03-19T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:30:08.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noooo. I didn't see *** during CCA. Gah. GAHHH. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't get cut. Though I did horribly for the interview. I suppose I got in on pure luck. Such a waste. I needed that luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to school tomorrow. =.= Dumb virus. Siriusly. But I guess I don't have to see the Math teacher so it's all good. I can't... stand her. What kind of teacher tells the class to go and die? And then when we mention it - "but even if I tell you to go and die you won't do it!" Dude, WHAT? Argh. It's just.... argh! Sign the darn petition, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-5010789254137912697?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/5010789254137912697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=5010789254137912697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5010789254137912697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/5010789254137912697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/noooo.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-3694233663952993120</id><published>2008-03-18T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:21:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, just want to apologize for my horrible language on this blog. I'll try to refrain from using expletives. :D And I'll try to post more interesting things on this boring boring blog. xD Sorry guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-3694233663952993120?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/3694233663952993120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=3694233663952993120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3694233663952993120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/3694233663952993120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-just-want-to-apologize-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-2168498445034462810</id><published>2008-03-18T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:08:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH FUCK SHIT AGH I'M A GRYFFINDOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retook the &lt;a href="http://thealmightyguru.com/Reviews/HarryPotter/Docs/Quiz-House.html"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt; that told me I was a Hufflepuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW IT SAYS I'M A GRYFFINDOR GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a Gryffindor, they're jerks! I betcha the Hufflepuffs are more down-to-earth! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. No worries. I'll get over it. Can I be a Huffledor? Gryffinpuff? That sounds like an awful pastry. Ew. Okay. Nevermind. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-2168498445034462810?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/2168498445034462810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=2168498445034462810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2168498445034462810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/2168498445034462810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-fuck-shit-agh-im-gryffindor-i-retook.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-6169497727441438238</id><published>2008-03-17T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:42:10.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god, no! Friday! GOOD FRIDAY! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOLIDAY! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO CCA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gahhhhh! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be able to see ***!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louise slaps me every time I look at ***. Jeesh. She says I'm not allowed to. Yeah well. I am angsty and rebellious and will not listen to her. Bwahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Music: Free Loop - Daniel Powter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I hear him say 'one night stand'? How mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;Yeah, it's not so hard. If you want it done so badly do it  your fucking self.&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/7462048259597996798-6169497727441438238?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/6169497727441438238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=6169497727441438238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6169497727441438238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6169497727441438238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-my-god-no-friday-good-friday-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-7852755505747991660</id><published>2008-03-17T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:17:27.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>90th post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear mosquitoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FEET DAMMIT. Do you know how bloody hard it is to scratch your feet with SHOES ON? Eh, of course you don't. You're so low on the evolutionary scale you don't even wear shoes. And you probably don't itch, nasty jerkettes. Why can't you do what the males do and eat plants or something? GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With mosquito bites on my feet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-7852755505747991660?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/7852755505747991660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=7852755505747991660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7852755505747991660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/7852755505747991660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/90th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AP</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-7462048259597996798.post-1597032116498620634</id><published>2008-03-15T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:22:32.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a band, and so far I love them. Alter Bridge. I heard it during the SANA course, the instructors kept playing music. Especially big girls don't cry. Must have heard it 80 times. Okay, more like 8. But that's still a lot! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Alter Bridge-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWziAmy1O1o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWziAmy1O1o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-1597032116498620634?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/1597032116498620634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Love Calculator gave Shakira and I 92%. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462048259597996798-6146554991887505055?l=pick-slide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/feeds/6146554991887505055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462048259597996798&amp;postID=6146554991887505055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6146554991887505055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462048259597996798/posts/default/6146554991887505055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pick-slide.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-love-calculator-gave-shakira-and-i.html' 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