<?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-7228828977003530243</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:38:59.049-08:00</updated><category term='hentai'/><category term='meme'/><category term='animu'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='intro'/><category term='about me'/><category term='tourneyfaggan'/><category term='bored'/><category term='etc'/><category term='weaboo'/><category term='bullshit'/><category term='rant'/><category term='RAGE'/><category term='vidya'/><title type='text'>FOE's Labyrinth</title><subtitle type='html'>Rage, Rants, and Faggotry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-6151170578445525512</id><published>2009-04-04T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:00:45.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love....</title><content type='html'>I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololololololo[/shot]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-6151170578445525512?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/6151170578445525512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=6151170578445525512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/6151170578445525512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/6151170578445525512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love....'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-8676456701105991668</id><published>2009-03-19T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:19:32.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HAY I STOLE ANOTHER ONE</title><content type='html'>TSUN TSUN DERE DERE what character am I? Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunderekko (Harsh Outside-Gentle Inside)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You come off as sort of aloof to other people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] In public, you intentionally refrain from showing much weakness.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a secret obsession with something cute.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You pretend that you hate your crush even though you really love him/her.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You blush when people point out your sensitivities.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You blush when people tell sexual jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanderekko (Gentle Outside-Harsh Inside)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re very sweet and kind in public.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When romance becomes a topic of discussion, people say your personality changes drastically.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know some sort of martial art, swordplay, or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a crush who you’d literally kill for.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a pet-peeve that makes you snap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bipolar?&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meganekko (Girl-with-Glasses Character)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have glasses (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can sometimes be clumsy, ditzy, or absent-minded.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are always very polite in your speech.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are fairly intelligent in some field.(great, now I feel like a dick)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You take discipline seriously.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have some sort of fetish for something&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsukkomi (Angry Guy) &lt;- that's a wrong translation. It's more like "Pun Inserter".&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a friend who often makes dumb or embarrassing remarks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You smack/beat up this friend in some way.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do your best to maintain a calm facade, only to be thwarted by this friend.&lt;br /&gt;[x] If you &amp;amp; your friend were a yin-yang, you’d be the “yang”.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You swear a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You try to bring out the more serious side of your ridiculous friend.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boke (Dumb Guy)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You often make silly or embarrassing comments.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like annoying the heck out of your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You often get beaten up by your friend in some way, but you take it in good stride.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] If you &amp;amp; your friend were a yin-yang, you’d be the “yin”.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are normally very laidback and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You try to bring out the happier side of your angry friend.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadeshiko (Perfect Wife)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are always, almost overly polite.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love traditional Japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You often wear either a kimono, yukata (summer cotton kimono), or apron.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re an excellent cook.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are hardly ever angry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have really long hair.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomboy Character&lt;br /&gt;[x] You feel comfortable in boy’s clothing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have short hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a crush whom you act friendly with rather than romantically.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are really good at sport/s.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are admired by girls and boys for your talents, though you’re sort of in denial.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You show your girly features on rare occasions.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Character&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your bust/package is...formidable.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like making sexual innuendos.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You encourage trips to the beach, pool, or onsen&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There are some sexual things that you are ignorant to or need explained to you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re an expert cosplayer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like the taste of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last...Lolita/Shota Character&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like sweets or chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You adore cute things and/or the word “kawaii”.&lt;br /&gt;[x when I'm being a douche] You use Japanese suffixes like “-chan,” “-tan,” “-sempai,” etc...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You add unnecessary suffixes to the ends of your sentences, like “nyo,” “nyu,” “un,” etc...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are considered gullible or naive.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a tall/powerful friend who protects you.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the angry guy. Of course I'm the angry guy. If you know me, I'm the angriest person you've ever seen. You'd be put-off because I'm a goddamned ball of sunshine :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok, it's just who I am. Every circle of friends always needs the grouch. Think... Dr. House or Rorschach. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-8676456701105991668?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/8676456701105991668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=8676456701105991668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/8676456701105991668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/8676456701105991668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-hay-i-stole-another-one.html' title='OH HAY I STOLE ANOTHER ONE'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-7380538470037312812</id><published>2009-03-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:08:58.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>Let me count the ways.</title><content type='html'>10 things you wish you could say to ten different people right now&lt;br /&gt;❶ If you want to say something to me or anyone else, say it.&lt;br /&gt;❷ When will you realize that you're a fucking douchebag?&lt;br /&gt;❸ Listen, stop me whenever you think I'm being an arrogant prick&lt;br /&gt;❹ Fucking shit, stop acting so innocent all the time.&lt;br /&gt;❺ Stop talking about twilight.&lt;br /&gt;❻ Stop telling me about how you just beat a new game.&lt;br /&gt;❼ You need to control your stuttering and how fast you talk.&lt;br /&gt;❽ I'm sorry I disappointed you..&lt;br /&gt;❾ TALK TO PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;❿ Hurry up and talk to Seira again. Quit being a scared son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;❶ I lived in Italy for four years.&lt;br /&gt;❷ I'm really goddamned bitter at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;❸ Moped are fucking cool, but I'm afraid I might crash.&lt;br /&gt;❹ I fucking love scarves and beanies.&lt;br /&gt;❺ I have an ear for music. play a song or game tune that I like five times and I instantly memorize it :3&lt;br /&gt;❻ I like being alone when I'm outside, yet I always want to hang out when it comes to friends.&lt;br /&gt;❼ Everybody at school thinks I'm some smart kid. Oh boy, are they wrong. I'm lazy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;❽ I fear for my own future.&lt;br /&gt;❾ I consider friday the 13th to be my luckiest day out of the whole year, not even my birthday or christmas count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 ways to win your heart&lt;br /&gt;❶ Mature. What, you think I'd be dating a ditz?&lt;br /&gt;❷ Tall. (Yeah I stole this, I'm 5'10", so I'd want to actually lean up when kissing someone)&lt;br /&gt;❸ Quiet and personal, but deep down they're loving and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;❹ Good hair and body (ABS :D or at least a toned stomach)&lt;br /&gt;❺ Sarcastic but funny.&lt;br /&gt;❻ Knows best ways to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;❼ Hugs, kisses, and cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;❽ Good in bed. What can I say? I can cook already anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 things that cross your mind a lot&lt;br /&gt;❶ I wonder how big his dick is...&lt;br /&gt;❷ I hope that I didn't piss anyone off today...&lt;br /&gt;❸ I hope that [friend] doesn't hate me right now.&lt;br /&gt;❹ Fuck, that game is too expensive. Gonna have to sell my old games for this one and pack a lunch.&lt;br /&gt;❺ We better not have homework today.&lt;br /&gt;❻ I wish there was someone I could hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;❼ Let me sleep. Shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 things you do before you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;❶ Eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;❷ Brush teeth&lt;br /&gt;❸ Put PJs on or just wear boxers.&lt;br /&gt;❹ Check IRC and interwebs for anything&lt;br /&gt;❺ Fap&lt;br /&gt;❻ listen to music before falling asleep (or turn off compy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 people who mean a lot&lt;br /&gt;❶ Dad&lt;br /&gt;❷ Mom&lt;br /&gt;❸ IRC friends&lt;br /&gt;❹ other friends&lt;br /&gt;❺ My English teacher, Mr. Acosta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 things you're wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;❶ Super Mario World beanie&lt;br /&gt;❷ Shirt&lt;br /&gt;❸ Jeans&lt;br /&gt;❹ Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 songs that you listen to often&lt;br /&gt;right now??&lt;br /&gt;❶ &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGuZrhxLtq8"&gt;Twift Shoeblade by Mouse on Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❷  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObjKhgGQE24"&gt;Sui Shop by Mouse on Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❸  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=FD8D275212005E14&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;v=e0Tk2yImVgg"&gt;The Medley of Kirby SSDX by hapie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems all I listen to is electronica and Game remixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 things you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;❶ Know my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;❷ Be reasonably successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 confession&lt;br /&gt;❶ I'm sorry I'm such an arrogant bastard/know-it all/asshole/douchebag/idiot/dumbass/attention whore/anything else I forgot to mention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-7380538470037312812?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7380538470037312812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=7380538470037312812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/7380538470037312812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/7380538470037312812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-count-ways.html' title='Let me count the ways.'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-5639995526306935461</id><published>2009-03-07T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:22:58.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>One more meme for today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. First Name: &lt;/b&gt;Mark. I honestly forget why I was named mark, but my parents joke that I was named that way because of the scar on my forehead. I think my dad named me after his friend by the time I was born. Mark also has some sort of biblical significance, and it also means "Warrior". I think that's pretty cool :3c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Age: &lt;/b&gt;17. I'm turning 18 on May 19th, though so It's all good. Year is 1991, like a lot of my friends. I'm a taurus, I'm stubborn as hell, I get irritated easily, etc. SOMEONE BRING ME A GIFT ;_; Maybe porn since I'm turning 18 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Location: &lt;/b&gt;Chula Vista, CA. A nice, peaceful suburban town filled with Mexicans, white people and Social Asians. It gets boring, bro. Other than that, there's a ton of shops around here, if you don't mid going to book stores or games shops on a daily basis. (That's what I do ;_;) I wouldn't mind living in San Francisco, though 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Occupation:&lt;/b&gt; student. A really lazy student who sucks at math and Japanese orz. Also, economics. Augh, just kill me now, why don'tcha? OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Partner?: &lt;/b&gt;I've only been in two relationships, and they both involved guys. First one I don't want to talk about. 2nd one, however was great but awkward at the same time. I loved him, but I didn't know what the hell I was doing with a guy at the sole age of fifteen. Jesus christ. He really did like me... I never should have broken up with him ;_; There's always other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Kids: &lt;/b&gt;Guys can't get pregnant, bro. Unless I adopt a kid, the that's different :U I dunno if I would be a great dad, though, I mean, I'm not that good with dealing with kids. I usually get bullied around by kids who are younger than me, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Brothers/Sisters:&lt;/b&gt; I'm the youngest in my family. I have two older sisters who I really don't get along with at all. I'd probably get along more with my eldest sis, though since she introduced me to anime and alternative rock when I was young. They've teased and bullied me constantly several times during my childhood, which contributes to why I'm not really interested in women. Whenever I feel attracted to a girl in any way, I'll always think that the chick would somehow have the same qualities as my sisters. Anyways, I hate my older sister more, she's done so much shit and is overly favorited in the family. During school, when she was still around I'd always be refferred to as "[sister]'s brother". Anyways, that's enough of my bitching. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Pets: &lt;/b&gt;I've had a lot of dogs  throughout my life. When I was a child, I had a golden retriever named Sebastian, after the crab from The Little Mermaid. He was so cool, but he died due to old age when I was 7, IIRC. Afterwards we got a female Dalmatian named Trixy(because my sister and I loved the fuck out of Trix cereal at that time). She had to get sent back to the pound though, due to an illness. Afterwards, (years later when my family moved from Italy back to the US) we got a dog named Amadeus(after Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart). He's.... uh, 5 years old now? I dunno, lol. He's a great dog, but way friendly. I think he's gay U: Seriously, man. He goes after the guy dogs and sniffs their asses. One time another guy dog humped him and he took it up the ass for 10 seconds. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life: &lt;/b&gt;College apps, school(grades, friends, etc), Conventions, Video games, uhhhhh... crap..... uhhhhhhhhhh working out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Parents: &lt;/b&gt;I love my parents, though i don't really outwardly show my affection for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my dad: I've never, ever really known him, or have gotten close to him in all of my life. It's like we're totally opposite. He likes golf, church, and sports, while I like games, geek things, guys, and theologistic theories aside from sticking to just one religion. He wasn't really there when I was an infant, cos since he was in the Navy, he was away on a ship(the USS Carl Vinson). I forget what exactly he did, and I remember my mom telling me I thought that he was a total stranger when he came back home from his ship trip thing. He's still somewhat of a stranger. He was an engineer/architect for a Naval base in Naples, italy, and I thought that was really cool. Although we're total strangers towards each other, and I sometimes get irritated by him, I appreciate him for what he's done through my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my mom: she's taken care of me for so long, and I feel really guilty because basically I take all of her gifts for granted. orz. I don't even have a job and yet she gives me $35 a week. I feel so guilty spending the money on an impulse... I love her even though I barely listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Who are some of your closest friends? &lt;/b&gt;I really don't know anymore. I'd like to say I actually HAVE friends, but that's not exactly true. Sure, there's people from the club, and there's Meryl, but I don't HANG OUT with them. I'd love to hang out with them, but I get this vibe from EVERYONE that they don't want me around them. Even Meryl. I dunno, maybe I'm paranaoid, maybe I'm a huge faggot but it's been like that for a while now. Maybe people hate me because I'm somewhat of an attention whore? I have no fucking clue. I wish my friends could actually tell me whatever the hell they THINK about me and everyone else. Don't get me wrong, I love the club, I love Meryl, but geeze, it's all been so distant lately... It gets so lonely sometimes [/shot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying that Mery'ls my closest friend because I've been with her since freshman year. Hell, I've basically followed in her freaking footseps, basically because I never have had any amount of originality whatsoever. I guess over the years though I've smothered her and clinged on to her so much that she's grown distant. I dunno. I'm sorry. Tell me what's wrong, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still friends and all, but I just feel like there's a lot of hidden feelings. Ugh, I sound like a fucking yandere bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. GREATNESS&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;What were your childhood dreams, your current dreams? Do you want to make a difference in lives or would you prefer remaining an observer? Is greatness for you making a big impact, a name of yourself? Or is it through small &amp;amp; tall humanitarian actions that betters what surrounds you? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to become a voice actor. I don't have that much range in my voice aside from deep/normal sounding though, so I don't wanna be crap like Vic Mignona. (lol) I'd rather be a great VA like Steven Jay Blum :3c Thing is, I hate ACTING(in order to get into VAing you'd have to go to a theatre school) and I'm afraid of performing in front of a group of people. It's the anxiety, bro :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. PERSONALITY FAULTS&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;What do you feel is your greatest personal fault? How does it hold you back in life? Are you trying to control it, or have you accepted it as a part of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I can be too much of an asshole. I can be really blunt, too and may end up hurting other people's feelings without realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be too kind, giving into everything, and letting people take advantage of me. I could never say no to anyone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;knowing that they'll take advantage of me even further. :| Goddamnit. Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be too stubborn, often telling people to shut up whenever I get mad. Hell, I do it constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Apologize a lot. I can be somewhat of an attention whore. I am clingy to some people. I tend to bottle up my emotions until I become depressed and sad. I can't handle the truth and end up getting depressed. I can be really annoying. I can also be very demanding and impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to develop crushes constantly. I tend to rage easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. TALENT&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;What is your greatest talent? Or if you could have any skill [singing, instruments, sports, intelligence] what would it be? &amp;amp; what would you use it for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not really sure I'm good at anything, really. I love to sing when no one else is around, and I can do some impressions... I love using my throat if you know what I mean 8D [/shot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also memorize a tune very easily. I'm good at memorizing useless info/important info varying on what info it is. I'm also decent at video games :3&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Do you feel that you've forged friendships that will last a lifetime? With unforgettable memories? Going beyond shared interests to a deeper state of loving them as a person? If you haven't, are you ready to start?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lifetime, but I'll always remember them. Unforgettable? sure 8D Loving them as a person? Yes, I love you. yes you, reading this post. You're kind, funny, loving, and compassionate. That's what I love about you. Am I ready to start? Start what? Fucking? LOL NO EW GROSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-5639995526306935461?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5639995526306935461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=5639995526306935461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5639995526306935461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5639995526306935461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-more-meme-for-today.html' title='One more meme for today...'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-9045270122807286238</id><published>2009-03-07T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:28:32.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>This meme shit again.</title><content type='html'>Who holds​ your heart​ at the momen​t?​​​&lt;br /&gt;1 or 2 guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favor​ite kind of weath​er?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and warm. But not hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looki​ng forwa​rd to in the next 5 days?​​&lt;br /&gt;MadWorld's coming up on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​ with your life?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm feeling very content aside from my grades being crap :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you chang​e yours​elf?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be more motivated and productive. Also, a makeover would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever chang​ed your cloth​es while​ in a vehic​le?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yessir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shoes​ did you wear today​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;The same shoes I always wear everyday, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hugs?​​&lt;br /&gt;YES 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loud perso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who I'm with. &lt;- This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you rathe​r trade​ lives​ with a famou​s perso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Depends who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready​ to get out of this town?​​&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna grow up yettttt Q__Q I still don't know where to go with my life orz &lt;- this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you weari​ng any jewel​ry?​​​&lt;br /&gt;JEWELS ARE FOR FAGGOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live near your best frien​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Not really :3c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scare​d of bugs?​​&lt;br /&gt;Spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ anyon​e that you wish was out of your life?​​&lt;br /&gt;Some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tatto​os or pierc​ings?&lt;br /&gt;Needles scare the fuck out of me, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ would​ you like to live?​​&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the places I've been to, I like it here in Southern California. Really nice weather n' stuffs. I also like the suburbs, lots of convenient places here and there. (I'd love to live in san francisco, though c: so many cute guys there when there's TOO MANY ASIAN GUYS HERE AUGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fast typer​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I type pretty slow, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever moved​?​​&lt;br /&gt;From sunnyvale CA to san diego CA to Naples Italy and back to san diego CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you liste​ning to music​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Twift Shoeblade by Mouse on mars. fucking catchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a song writt​en about​ you?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I WISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ chang​e your eye color​ what would​ it be?&lt;br /&gt;Blue Red or Green. Or Turquoise :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a surpr​ise birth​day party​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Shit's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get your last bruis​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;sparring with my dad.... :3 it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you rathe​r sleep​ at a frien​d'​​​s or have them over?​​&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have them over. I have a guest bedroom anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a hard time admit​ting you'​​​re wrong​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along​ with guys or girls​ bette​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;Girls, yet I'm attracted to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first​ perso​n in your phone​ book?​​&lt;br /&gt;Abrahan. I don't talk to him anymore though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in troub​le with the polic​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ will you be in an hour?​​&lt;br /&gt;Either here online or on the treadmill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know a lot about​ cars?​​&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but what type of car it is. I can't fix a car, are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do this past Valen​tine'​​​s Day?&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home because my dad left me to play golf. When I could have been to that cosplay thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the town you are livin​g in?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I like it. It's alright.... It gets boring sometimes, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at 1 AM this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. Or fapping, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text messa​ge in your inbox​ say?&lt;br /&gt;some forwarded message by some fag who talks too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a fight​ over a boy?&lt;br /&gt;LOL NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​s the last thing​ you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A mini taco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scare​d of?&lt;br /&gt;Heights and the needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you confr​ont that fear?​​&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the weath​er like today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Gentle and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night​?​&lt;br /&gt;1 AM maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ soulj​a boy is annoy​ing?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's a conceited motherfucker, too. He played Braid on the 360 and now he wants to be a game designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you someo​ne'​​s best frien​d?​&lt;br /&gt;I'm just that guy that gets along with pretty much everyone, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are girls​ too drama​tic?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes. One of the reasons why I like the dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the last 4 peopl​e to send you a text messa​ge?​​&lt;br /&gt;Louie, Raymond, Shannon and my Cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you pulle​d an all night​er?​​&lt;br /&gt;Last semester when I was writing an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever sneak​ out of your house​ becau​se your paren​ts said no?&lt;br /&gt;I always tell them where I go cos I'm a good boy :U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best frien​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;Meryl? lol I dunno she barely considers me as one, but that's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cry on their​ shoul​der?​​&lt;br /&gt;LOL SHE'S SHORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any sibli​ngs?​&lt;br /&gt;I'm the youngest I have 2 older sisters who are bitches constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing​ this surve​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besid​es this,​​ what are you doing​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Raine on MSN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-9045270122807286238?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/9045270122807286238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=9045270122807286238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/9045270122807286238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/9045270122807286238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-meme-shit-again.html' title='This meme shit again.'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-5209056605820077026</id><published>2009-03-03T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:28:41.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sundancechannel.com/seduction/#goods/quiz"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.sundancechannel.com/seduction/images/blogimages/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I changed from a trantrum person to a Midas touch person like Jiz :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm not THAT manipulative &gt;:U (see other result down the page)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-5209056605820077026?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5209056605820077026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=5209056605820077026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5209056605820077026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5209056605820077026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-see-other-result-down-page.html' title=''/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-1647518823083450565</id><published>2009-01-09T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:37:15.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RRRRRGH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/obsessedwithedward/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/obsessedwithedward/twilight_book_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMN HEALTH CLASS SUCKS. I have a teacher. Who is Filipino. She reminds me a lot of my aunts.mother/crazy ladies at church, or the crazy Aunt portrayed in HappySlip sketches. She usually gets on subject, but once she stars talking, she keeps on going and rambling like the 67 year old woman that she is. It's pretty funny at times but dear GOD, I was nodding off during every long explanation or story about her life or her life in the Philippines and whatnot. Jesus. I have a few friends in the class, but barely anyone talks to each other in class because the teacher is so very strict. I even heard that she asks guys how big their penises are. in front of the whole class. Yeeeeeeaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have something to get off of my chest. TWILIGHT IS BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD. Goddamn, I was so certain. so.very.goddamned.certain. that most people who actually read the series of books by obvious twat Stephenie Meyer would be nerdy thirteen year old girls obsessed with Buffy or Harry potter. while some of that may be true, I (along with a lot of other people) find that the main audience for Twilight is actually composed of social or scene kids. Surprising, no? Oh, the glee and joy that filled my heart when I was in line at the local theater, only to hear a squabble of AZN preppies behind me chattering away of seeing twilight for probably the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the appeal to twilight anyways? basically all you do is insert a basic teenage book with a basic Mary Sue character, and a basic Gary Stu character. But get this, Gary Stu is a vampire, and all his friends are vampires, too! WOW WHAT A GREAT, INVIGORATING AND INTERESTING STORY, I SHALL NOW BECOME COMPLETELY OBSESSED ABOUT IT. The most ridiculous thing I have heard about the story is that Vampires can SPARKLE. Sparkle in what, though? Sunlight. Yeah, that's right, SUNLIGHT. I have no idea why they can actually stand quite CLEARLY in the sun without burning up or melting. Has Ms. Stephenie Meyer even studied basic vampire mythology? Or is she all just bullshitting us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even more tiring is seeing people everyday that love the series to death. Someone in particular is my sister and her Buffy loving friend. Of course, like the idiot I am, I spoiled the fourth(?) book to her, saying that whatsherface Mary Sue gets preggers with a vamp baby and almost dies. ...whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaanyways, if you actually like Twilight, I am very sorry. Get the hell away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-1647518823083450565?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/1647518823083450565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=1647518823083450565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/1647518823083450565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/1647518823083450565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/01/rrrrrgh-fffffffffffffffffffffff.html' title='RRRRRGH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-3885743820508796695</id><published>2008-12-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:53:44.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondaaaaaaaaay</title><content type='html'>The start of a new day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays suck. 1/3rd of the the periods almost done. hehe... period... Dohohoho...&lt;br /&gt;so, like, it's finals week, hoooh boy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not ready for my math final AT ALL ;_; Also, my japanese test/final makes me worry about my skills in kanji....orz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY GOOD THINGS ABOUT THIS WEEK ARE THE RELEASE OF PERSONA 4, AND THAT THE SEMESTER IS ENDING WOO~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throats suck... I feel drowsy, too buhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I also punched a guy in the face. He's annoying and I guess I just got sick of his shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-3885743820508796695?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3885743820508796695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=3885743820508796695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/3885743820508796695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/3885743820508796695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/mondaaaaaaaaay.html' title='Mondaaaaaaaaay'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-5822684747686840048</id><published>2008-12-07T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:33:01.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourneyfaggan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidya'/><title type='text'>SAKURAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII</title><content type='html'>AUGH. TOURNEYFAGS. EVERYONE HATES THEM. YOU KNOW WHY?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE THEY NEVER FUCKING SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LIKE, FRIDAY WAS THE DAY OF THE BRAWL TOURNEY AT OLYMPIAN HIGH SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS CHRIST, I NEVER RAGED SO HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS A CHICK WEARING A FUCKING BUNNY TAIL AND EAR HEADBAND. AUGH FUCK. DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IT CAME TO THE TOURNEY, IT WAS HORRIBLE. SO MANY FILIPINO DUDES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was up against some dude named Eugine, and I was Kirby, he was Captain Falcon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were both on our last lives, playing on the Picto Chat Stage, because, well, I wanted a fun stage, whilst everyone, like the tourneyfags they were, kept fighting on FINAL FUCKING DESTINATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yeah, Picto Chat... I was about to finish of Eugine when some tourneyfag comes behind me and asks, "HEY WHO CHOSE THIS STAGE? WHY AREN'T YOU PLAYING ON FINAL DESTINATION TO HAVE A MORE NEUTRAL FIGHT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in my tracks. Gamecube controller in hand, I could not even hold in the immense rage within me. "Ffffff-". Right as I was about to say something... I died due to a FALCON KNEE from Eugine. Jesus christ, Touneyfags are annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tourney got boring after an hour, and it got annoying too. One of the weeaboo regulators was being butthurt about using only gamecube controllers when playing. That really just gets me off.&lt;br /&gt;HEY FAGGOT, WHAT IF SOMEONE IN HERE HAS A DIFFERENT PREFERENCE OF PLAYING THE FUCKING GAME? EH? The room basically smelled like B.O., and the only way to get out of the horrid air was to go outside, where it smelled a BIT better, not not all that great. The whole campus somehow smelled like manure. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tourney was almost over, Kristof, from our japanese club was on the final round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the weaboos started yelling "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" when the fight got really intense. Of course, Kristoff won because he always wins when using Sonic. Eh, you can't blame him, he talks about and plays brawl all the time. He's pretty good at brawl. Congrats Kristof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tourney was kinf of a waste of money. I feel bad for Angelia, because she had to pay for me. I owe her and her friend big time... The tourney prize was about 45 dollars, and the entry fee was 2 dollars and 50 cents. Seeing as how many people joined, the club owners at olympian made enough money for the prize. We all should have just givien our money to Kristof in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-5822684747686840048?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5822684747686840048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=5822684747686840048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5822684747686840048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5822684747686840048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/sakuraaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='SAKURAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-6698941732202522442</id><published>2008-12-07T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:16:06.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW</title><content type='html'>HAHA, SO LIKE YEAH :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/tantrum.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-6698941732202522442?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/6698941732202522442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=6698941732202522442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/6698941732202522442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/6698941732202522442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/baaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww.html' title='BAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-5543933123566073362</id><published>2008-12-04T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:59:41.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH, A MEME</title><content type='html'>STEALING THIS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;- Available: uh, sure?&lt;br /&gt;- Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyance: The people in a majority of my classes 8( This and anything rage worthy&lt;br /&gt;- Actor: buh... Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Beer: I don't have a particular favorite&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday/Birthplace: May 19th/Santa Clara, CA&lt;br /&gt;- Best Friend: Don't really have one these days&lt;br /&gt;- Body part on opposite sex: Toned Stomach&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeling in the world: Right after a wank.&lt;br /&gt;- Big words: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis &lt;- ok, I'll go with this&lt;br /&gt;- Best weather: Sunny. Maybe 75?&lt;br /&gt;- Been in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Been bitched out?: All the time, I have 2 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself?: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in life on other planets: Bacteria on mars. there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in miracles: Since you came along! You sexy thang!&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic: Once I figure out how to shoot lasers out of my eyes, sure.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in God: There's more than one.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Satan: You mean Santa?&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Santa: You mean Satan?&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: Yes ;w;&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Evolution: Bro, we have tailbones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Car: SOON, MY PRECIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: POP ROCKS AND PIXI STIX AHAHAHA Ramune candy is good too p:&lt;br /&gt;- Colour: Red, Blue, Black White&lt;br /&gt;- Cried in school: It happens but I hate doing it.&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: CHOCOLATE RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese/Mexican: OH GOD I AM SO FAT SO I'LL HAVE BOTH OM NOM NOM&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie: FUCK YOU AND YOUR CAKE, I LOVE PIE. ugh, too much frosting on cake.&lt;br /&gt;- Country to visit: The land of all weaboo's dreams. Or Egypt. Or back to Italy. or Ireland. Or Britain. Or India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night: Day, I'm afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;- Dream vehicle: A nice luxury car or a slick moped, baby~&lt;br /&gt;- Danced: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;- In the rain?: But of course!&lt;br /&gt;- Do the splits?: OH GOD, ARRRRGHHHHH FFFFF HELP ME UP I'M STUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs: Over Easy&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes: Plain old shit brown WITH NO PUPILS OH GOD I HAVE NO SOUL.&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has a: bit of bisexuality somewhere in their subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;- Ever failed a class?: Math. Despite being Asian. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First crush: Some Guamese(?) chick back in 3rd grade.&lt;br /&gt;- Full name: Mark Conte. IT'S KAWN-TAY, YOU BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up: FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest fear: A lot of things..&lt;br /&gt;- Giver or taker: Giver, I can't say no when asked.&lt;br /&gt;- Goals: Maybe a voice actor....&lt;br /&gt;- Gum: CUM? Oh, gum... Uh, I guess anything fruity :3&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents?: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck charm: My jacket and scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Colour: Black. But it's kinda brownish cos I stay out in the sun a lot lol&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 5ft 9.5&lt;br /&gt;- Happy: I suppose. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday: Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: Young. I don't wanna be old and crusty haha Srsly, like if I ever see a wrinkle, I'll kill myself LOL&lt;br /&gt;- Health freak?: No way, bro.&lt;br /&gt;- Hate: Annoying girls and jocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;- Ice cream: Mint choco chip.&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument: I wanna learn how to play the drums :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Jewelry: Piercing is scary 3:&lt;br /&gt;- Job: Professional procrastinator. &lt;- hurp. Or vidya player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids: I want a boy to pretty up and he'll be the most popular guy in school and I can gloat about him to my coworkers HAHA *inner Asian* &lt;- this or none at all.&lt;br /&gt;- Kick boxing or karate: Both are cool.&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal?: IS THIS A JOURNAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Longest car ride: Up to San Jose-ish. 10 hours maybe D;&lt;br /&gt;- Love: anyone who understands?&lt;br /&gt;- Letter: M&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried: Can't remember but I always do D'8&lt;br /&gt;- Love at first sight: Sooometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavour: Chocolate is GOD TIER.&lt;br /&gt;- Movie: Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;- Mooned anyone?: God, gross.&lt;br /&gt;- Marriage?: Goddamn prop 8. I wish I could. Unless I fall for a chick.&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness?: spinning. teacup ride at disneyland. orz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Siblings: 2&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Piercings: none. they're scary.&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Tattoos: None, but I'd like one&lt;br /&gt;- Number: 13, 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- Overused phrases: "Aw, bro."&lt;br /&gt;- One wish: To easily forget things I want to forget D':&lt;br /&gt;- One phobia: Spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Place you'd like to live: SoCAL&lt;br /&gt;- Perfect Pizza: with sausage and mushrooms. mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi/Coke: Coke's fine, but I love Dr. Pepper/Pibb Xtra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;- Quail: MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reason to cry: Depression?&lt;br /&gt;- Reality TV: is stupid and a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;- Radio Station: 94.9 San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle: Yeah, I can. I can also make a clover &lt;- dis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song: currently playing is: Persona 4 OP song&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size: 11.5, I guess. boy's.&lt;br /&gt;- Salad dressing: Durr..I don't eat salad D': I like ranch or thousand island.&lt;br /&gt;- Sushi: Ikura, Caterpillar, Crunchy, Drago, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;- Scent: After I take a shower&lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside: Camping yo&lt;br /&gt;- Seen a dead body?: ;_; no. At a funeral, yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked? :/ Asthmetic.&lt;br /&gt;- Skinny dipped?: Naw, bro.&lt;br /&gt;- Shower Daily?: Of course&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well?: I guess. I hate singing in front of other people.&lt;br /&gt;- In the shower?: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;- Swear: AW, FUCK, IT'S ALMOST 10 PM AS I TYPE THIS&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed Animal/toy: I fucking love toys.&lt;br /&gt;- Single/Group dates: Depends D:&lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: BERRIES AND CREAAAAMMMMMMM. Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;- Scientists need to invent: Teleporters. Liek forreals, mang. AND JET PAKS. AND FLYING CARS :3 [/dork]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;- Time for bed: Whenever I get sleepy&lt;br /&gt;- Thunderstorms: Lightning storms are cooler cos you can see 'em :'B&lt;br /&gt;- TV: I don't have one in my room 8'(&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose?: If I could, man... I'd give good- no, GREAT head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Unpredictable: Only in bed&lt;br /&gt;- Unpredictability: sexing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you hate: uh, Arugula. Maybe burssels sprouts. also, cauliflower.&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you love: Tomato&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation spot: Any theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Weakness: cute girls..cute helpless girls..you just wanna protect them, y'know? Also, cute, friendly guys.&lt;br /&gt;- When you grow up: Either I major in a field of psychology, or I become a voice actor. AUGH I'M SO INDECISIVE FFFFF&lt;br /&gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Meryl, but she's way higher up.&lt;br /&gt;- Who makes you laugh the most: Seira's a total ditz. Laughs ensue.&lt;br /&gt;- Worst feeling: Depressed and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to be a model?: Ugh, what a whore. NO.&lt;br /&gt;- Where do we go when we die: What we believe we go to.&lt;br /&gt;- Worst weather: HOT AND DRY WEATHER UGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- X-Rays: Dental X-Rays. Also, I hade to get my ear tubes removed when I was a wee boy. like, 4 or 5. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;- Year it is now: 2008&lt;br /&gt;- Yellow: BRB YOUTUBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo animal: LIONS AND TIGERS \o/ also, reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: Taurus. I'm stubborn as a bull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-5543933123566073362?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5543933123566073362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=5543933123566073362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5543933123566073362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5543933123566073362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh-meme.html' title='UGH, A MEME'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-2100907789510142867</id><published>2008-12-04T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:36:11.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hentai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animu'/><title type='text'>PICO x COCO x CHICO-STICK</title><content type='html'>What the hell, /v/. /a/, you too. Both of you disturb me beyond belief. Why did I watch this? Because everyone wanked to it. Should you, the reader, watch this? Yeah, sure if you love little boys in dresses, having sex to power a city, then SURE, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH THIS SHOW. BE A DISGUSTING FREAK. I got into ten minutes of this show. Basically, Pico, a BOY IN A FUCKING DRESS (god damn it, Japan) and Chico, ANOTHER GODDAMNED BOY IN AN EVEN SLUTTIER LOLITA DRESS,(oh jesus christ, who was the Japanese man who thought this series up) go out for a night of fun in the city. Suddenly, all the city lights turn off, probably from all the otakus running the same Erotic Game on their PCs at the same time. Pico looks up at a hotel and sees a girl purple haired, skinny, etc, naked, dive into the hotel's swimming pool. Afterwards, the lights turn back on, and the girl disapears, nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico, being the curious little bugger that he is, goes around the city to find where the girl has gone to. Of course, Chico, being the slut he is, follows Pico around, where FINALLY, they find the girl in an 'underground lair'. Pico spies on the girl fingering herself on her pink-ish velvet bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT, HOLD THE PHONE, THIS IS WHERE EVERYONE FUCKING THINKS THIS:&lt;br /&gt;"OH HEY, NATURAL HIGH DECIDED TO GROW SOME NADS AND ADD A GIRL IN THE SERIES, AFTER WAITING OVER A YEAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... "oh dear, god WHAT IS THAT?" the scared viewer exclaims, as did I. THE GIRL SPROUTS A PENIS. NO, IT'S NOT A FUTA, YOU FREAK. IT'S A BOY DRESSED A A GIRL WITH LONG PURPLE HAIR. Oh man, Natural High, you have gone down to a new low. Now, instead of two boys fucking each other in the ass, you now draw and animate THREE BOYS HAVING ORAL AND ANAL SEX, IN DRESSES NONETHELESS. Jesus CHRIST. And yet Japan and people of /v/ and /a/ and their respective IRC channels still love the Pico series. Goddamn pedophiles. To believe all of the stuff I mentioned happened in the first ten minutes. My dear friend superjacket watched all of it. It's truly horrifying, let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you know. If you want to watch hentai, go on fakku.net or some other place. Don't go looking for Pico. SERIOUSLY, MAN. DON'T DO IT. God, I could have been doing something WORTHWHILE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228828977003530243-2100907789510142867?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/2100907789510142867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=2100907789510142867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/2100907789510142867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/2100907789510142867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/pico-x-coco-x-chico-stick.html' title='PICO x COCO x CHICO-STICK'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228828977003530243.post-5118132524232916999</id><published>2008-12-04T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:59:20.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>WELL, HAY THAR</title><content type='html'>HEY, YOU! THE BORED, LISTLESS, UNINTERESTED PERSON READING THIS HERE BLOG THAT YOU SOMEHOW MANAGED TO STUMBLE UPON! YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, THIS IS MY BLOG! Okay, fuck the capslock. So, hi, I'm FOE. And this is my peni- blog. Yeah. I'll talk about useless crap whenever I feel like it. Say I'm raging about something... I'll blog about it. Maybe I'm obsessed with this one vidya gaem right now. I'll talk about it. Maybe I'll even nerdrage about some weeaboo shit you won't even care about? WHO THE HELL KNOWS? Well, stay tuned, fucker. Because here comes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RAGE TRAIN.&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/7228828977003530243-5118132524232916999?l=foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5118132524232916999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228828977003530243&amp;postID=5118132524232916999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5118132524232916999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228828977003530243/posts/default/5118132524232916999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foeslabyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-hay-thar.html' title='WELL, HAY THAR'/><author><name>FOE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985355092238990976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Avre1ITme1w/STiuYLhyj_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlBFDt9fdrY/S220/FOE1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
